To always be able to see the funny side of the situation. I’m smiling, even the ones that stir me to tears. There is a woman who lives in a plush Notting Hill penthouse. She lives with a schnauzer cross poodle: a schnoozle. The schnoozle named Mopin and a lady called Delilah live above the streets of West London. They inhabit a land of cooking, bible reading classes and walks in the woods. Delilah once married a rock star, not of cataclysmic scale but well known enough. They lived together through the sixties, seventies and half of the eighties. They saw the different music trends ebb and lap away at the chords, ringing out tunes to their era. Dylan, The Rolling Stones, The Kinks. Oh, London. Obviously, he left her at the end of their heyday, for a younger woman and now they have three children. Delilah has a beautiful daughter from her first and sole marriage; she likes the bible more now and sits and spends her days looking out the window. A lot of natural light enters the top floor and fills the room with a glorious haze. She can’t play an instrument yet her husband made music for a living so that was her life too. A white piano stands elegantly in her open plan living room, and around the house leaning on random bits of furniture are guitars. Heavenly guitars, ones with mahogany necks others with opal inlays. When she hosts a dinner or a guest, she always asks if they play an instrument. If they say yes, she expects them to play on one of the ones she has in the house, and when they do she sits and stares and probably thinks.
And the guitars are amazing but she doesn’t even know it. Worth thousands! And how funny she doesn’t even have the ability to provide the soundtrack to how sad her situation is. She has a great album about it all, if only she knew how to play it…
And do you think where she has placed these wandering instruments are where she expects to find her husband? To pick up ‘this old thing’ and strum along. Do you think perhaps these are pieces of solid memory?
The answer my friend is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind