Two weeks of apparent freedom

This is the final week before I will be forced to increment the sad counter of my age. Well, let’s stop thing about that. This is also my first blog posting after I left the company where I spent my last two years: a choice to leave a safe job that might have sounded as senseless to the people who do not really know my ups and downs, but that indeed turned out to have been absolutely necessary. After two weeks, I can say I no longer feel the horrible pressure that was about to slowly choke me and lead me to a wrong path. Now I don’t really know what’s going to happen: right now I spend my days following a Dutch course at the local university and, more occasionally, taking private singing lessons at the Groningen conservatory. The latter thing is, needless to say, finalized to my next musical work: The Dutch Album, that I still have not begun recording but I am really looking to complete before the end of the summer. It is a good mix of hermetic, bizarre and abstract lyrics: a bunch of texts I wrote in the silence of the Dutch green environment, but also aboard the squeaky local trains, in the late summer rustle of Scheveningen and Terschelling, aboard five-hour long connection buses between Barcelona and Valencia, in the rhythm of the Hamburg metro beats, in the bitter cold Maastricht winter, or just on my home table that regularly smells of Nero d’Avola wine, Duvel beer and latent uncertainties. A musical work that is likely to be fundamentally acoustic, even if I can’t rule out the possibility of having a number of interventions of mine at the keyboards, or even some more kind of surprises. But now I am saying too much, time to stop.
About my future I do not know anything yet: maybe something is moving, but still I am unable to say anything regarding it. Something will surely occur in September or October, and that will probably the time of my final departure from Groningen. However I still do not my future destination and I am completely unable to predict it at the moment. I do not rule out another period abroad in August: Lithuania, Belgium and Spain are the most likely candidates, but it would probably depend on my own financial condition and the state of my music stuff. Still, it’s pointless to make any predictions here as well, so that’s fine too.

Looking forward to write here soon then, maybe in July, August, or who knows. I was forgetting: on the 26th of June I will be in Hamburg to attend a concert of a music legend named Bob Dylan. So I am saying goodbye with a song from the rock’n'roll minstrel: one of his less famous works, it is named Workingman’s Blues #2 from the 2006 album Modern Times. To me it’s just a great, great piece of music. See you.