The Grass is Lonely

I know I put 'TBC' at the end of my last blog, so some of you might be expecting that this blog is going to be full of gossipy goodness. That is not the case. All I'm going to say is this: I've met a few really great people now and I'm starting to live a more socially enriched existence.

I experienced my first Tronts gig the other night - Lissie. She was just great. Everything I'd imagined and perhaps even a little bit more. I had two favourite moments. The first was the crescendo in 'Record Collector' and the second was when she finished the set with 'Pursuit of Happiness'.

The support act was quite entertaining too. Bahamas. Their name makes them particularly hard to find on youtube. The displayed hits were all Caribbean-related. On the upside, I now know the Bahamas national anthem. During their set, the singer was talking about how they had been on the road for a while now and how they had been to a strip club earlier in the evening. So ok I know this is a generalisation, and maybe just me making fanciful assumptions, but it made me think what lonely lives they must lead. They might just like titties, but that's not where my thinking took me. Obviously I'm going to get to the point of this long-winded discussion shortly. I need a new paragraph for aesthetic purposes.

So I was standing there listening to the band banter and I thought about how so many of us crave to have the life of a musician; travelling around and being lusted over by pretty girls just because you can play a guitar or sing a few songs in tune. We crave the adventure of it all. The excitement of being able to reinvent yourself so frequently. We want to be enveloped by the mystery. It was interesting then that for the first time I thought how hard it must be to never really be 'home'. The feeling that the 'grass is always greener' is very hard to shake when you're living your normal existence, but when you're living the mystery it isn't as mysterious. It's lonely.

Contentment is something that is sometimes frowned upon, but it needs to be embraced. We're always going to crave what we can't have; what seems exhilirating and provacative, it's just human nature. The settled will always be looking for serendipity, and the restless will long to be grounded.