All The People

People may come and people may go, but what a precious few should still remain.

I’m sure that’s like a famous quote or something. And even if it’s not, it sounds enough like it so in the absence of all reasonable evidence (which, as it happens, is probably easily obtained by Google anyway) that’s I’m gonna present it. Didn’t you know? Making falsified or otherwise unchecked statements and portraying them as facts was very ‘in’ this year. Anyway…

Considering we’re at that time where we start to reflect on things (and not just because shiny baubles reflect things), I’ve been thinking of people. Not any selected people in particular, just the collective ‘people’ in general. Okay, maybe not all the collective people, just the ones I know and have come into contact with. So actually, yes, those select people in particular. Just not individuals. You know what I mean.

I’ve been thinking back to the start of the year (back when I still had the get-up-and-go to actually get up and go to the gym) and comparing that time to state of play now. There are people I’ve worked with who have since moved on and been swapped out for different work people. There were people I’d drifted out of contact with who I’ve finally gotten around to including in my life again. There have even been people I’ve communicated with in the virtual world without meeting face to face. These are the people who fascinate me most because of the room for potential.

It’s possible that (despite the virtual space of social media often been viewed as the place where all the hackers, sex pests and US presidents live) maybe not every person you strike up friendly conversations with on the web is a monstrous, cartoonish villain. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not being totally naïve here – they may well be. But benefit of the doubt, innocent until proven guilty, yadda yadda yadda, maybe we can give the vast majority of people a chance here.

All in all, though, I’ve dealt with various people over the last twelve months, it’s been hard to keep track of them all. Not bad for someone who lives in his bedroom and spent a decent chunk of two years having his psyche eaten by bouts of depression. Sure enough, more people may well come and go throughout 2018 (without me really fully acknowledging it at the time) and I’ll come to have the same or similar thoughts and reflections on all the people I’ve interacted with this time next year. And if so, I’m sure I’ll welcome such thoughts, whilst also thinking: “why did I suddenly start thinking about this again?”

You know, unless the world ends up getting destroyed by a haphazard madman on Twitter. Happy Christmas.

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As stage names go, Joan As Police Woman sounds like more of an extra in a low budget crime drama than a leading lady in a musical capacity. Still, maybe that was just the vibe she was going for – I’ll never understand these creative types and their independent thought patterns.

After several upbeat songs over recent years, she’s come back with this bit of smooth and gentle music. I can’t quite explain why I’m including it here. Then again, I never can, really. What I can say, however, is that I liked this on first listen and it’s grown on me with subsequent listens so it can’t be all that bad.

Joan As Police Woman – Warning Bell