I was on a midnight lurk that was prescribed by a therapist I have frequented when I heard a radio program that kind of lifted my spirits. The purpose of my amble is to help settle me into a sleeping pattern that allows me to go to sleep at a reasonable hour and not leave me sleep deprived and anxious. The radio show is useful because it can be darn lonely at that time of night. I occasionally hear an owl or a taxi but that is all.
The first segment of the program was about a lady who does readings of racy novels to blind older types and the thrust of the segment is that it is never too late. I don't go in for this life begins at 70 lark! Poor buggers can't move for do gooders trying to mobilize or motivate them into some sort of risky behaviour because "It's never too late..."
Anyway the second segment was about a musical agent whose charge took his own life. The agents sense of loss and grief were nearly believable until he began describing his protege as a "product". The story hinged on the fact that he used another agent who had previously been thus affected as an emotional crutch and finally he himself was contacted by yet another agent who had subsequently become minus a pay cheque. Is it wrong to find this burgeoning band of bereft musical agents somehow amusing?
I am not sure why this lifted my spirits a touch. I am a "Glass half empty.." sort of person and am often rueful of the spring sunshine as I one day may have been turned into a vampire after all, but due to the demands of my job haven`t been exposed to real daylight since the autumn.
Hey Ho! Off to bed now
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