In the beginning there was music. It was little more than hairy little people banging sticks and rocks and the like together in order to create rhythms. It brought us together and it entertained us.
I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I like to cook. In fact I like to cook rather a lot: I do it most days.
I no longer own a CD player, but I still had to buy a CD to rip it to my phone.
A return to some imagined fold has always been an odd fantasy of mine. The idea is that I have gone off and done my own thing, learned my own lessons, created my own successes, for a decade or two before returning to a warm welcome from a group of friends or colleagues who thought I was lost.