More attentive...
One thing is clear. We are becoming much more aware of our well-being and health in this crisis. Checking on our breathing, doing an inventory of any aches or pains every morning. Every cough or sneeze is suspect. Is this the beginning of the onset of a Covid-19 infestation?
We are loading up on Vitamin C, we have a supply of Zinc tablets at the ready, just in case. Not sure if these things are useful, or just a waste of time and $, but you know, the general thought is: They Probably Can't Hurt.
Also drinking lots of hot tea, ginger, garlic, lemon...
Looks like we will be wearing masks out in public going forward. That's what we heard from a "Pandemic Expert" yesterday on the radio. Seems like we are all becoming amateur Pandemic Experts.
We have learned a lot about viruses, and pandemics and our interconnected global world. More info than we ever knew before. Some of it is pretty awful to consider, some of it is hopeful. Maybe knowledge is power. Or maybe knowledge is superfluous? The virus don't care if you know or not. Still, the more we know, the better we can prepare and take "precautionary measures." That's about all we can do.
Living with pandemics... it may be our future...
Spending lots of time indoors. Time of the Lockdown. We wonder if "social distance" can really save us? Who knows?! Taking it all day by day.
The last few days I decided to learn how to navigate & play a Mini-Moog Synthesizer on an iPad. It has totally consumed me. I have fallen down a deep rabbit hole. Not sure if I can work a Moog into my band's sound, it's a totally off the road detour, but I am excited about learning a new instrument. My partner told me some of my doodling on the Moog sounded sad & beautiful... funny...
The a.m. soundtrack - The Flaming Lips' "In a Priest-Driven Ambulance." (1990). Okies on Acid. This is a trashy-sounding record. Sounds so home-made. Wayne Coyne's voice fragile & off-key. Friendly-like. This is "early" Lips with Mercury Rev's Jonathan Donahue in the lineup, along with drummer Nathan Roberts. A kind of strange, obscure document. A band exploring weird, trippy, sonic territory. 90's psychedelia. Unsupervised, amateur, loose, kicky, noisy, scratchy, cheap-sounding, buzzing and feeding back, pawn-shop guitars. Ends with Wayne trying his best to mangle Louis Armstrong's signature song "What a Wonderful World." It actually, kind of works.