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Musings during the pandemic
The Golden Monstrosity, as I like to call her, is sprawled across the kitchen threshold beside the antique white stove. When I look at her, she thumps her tail against the dining room rug. Her black eyes are open, watching me. If I gaze too long or look too often, she will come to my side. I don’t want that so I must look away frequently and quickly to prevent it. She is perfect where she is.
I’m listening to Carl Sonny Leyland’s Sunday evening show, as usual. This one, however, is pre-recorded, as, I think, most or all of KCSM’s shows are now in these pandemic days. Pandemic days? Pandemic-ized days?
My favorite music geeks aren’t showing up to work anymore. They are sheltering at home, like the rest of us. Maybe some of them are still doing shows from their closets, as I know many entertainment and news folks are doing. But, this particular show was pre-recorded.
I’m listening to tunes from 1932, 1938, tunes with names like “Grasshopper” and “Scorpion.” We’re apparently having an insect-themed show tonight. “Scorpion,” which is the next song, is from Stéphane Grappelli, which excites me. I love his swing violin. Oh, and I’m told, we’ll hear a song called “Mosquito’s Knees.” What fun. And yes, what an innocent time.
Will we ever return?
