Monday, 25 May 2020

While the future hides behind a mask

Allow me to contemplate the past few weeks, as I sit out on the balcony on a pleasant Roman evening. Down below, people go past, every few minutes, in masks, jogging or walking a dog, or talking on a phone, or a family on bikes. Slightly less often, a screaming ambulance passes on the main road. They do that all day long. In the cool of the evening, less pollen floats past than in the afternoon. Less trash, too.

On May the 4th, Italy exploded out of lockdown. In Rome, crowds sang in the streets. Cars honked to the tune of "Volare". Yesterday it was cold winter. Today it is scorching summer.

Thursday, 30 April 2020

Liberation Day

I have successfully propelled myself into a compositional twilight zone, where I am convinced that no-one finds my missives interesting, because right now no-one finds anything interesting! It turns out to be a brilliant strategy. On the one hand, I struggle to find a reason to carry on, but on the other, so does everyone else. I've plugged myself directly into the zeitgeist!

So -- let us proceed.

Friday, 17 April 2020

Numbers

Are you in the mood for another clever take on the novel oddity of the year of the novel coronavirus? I know you are -- why else would everyone else be writing them?

I have an entire New Yorker issue overflowing with "dispatches from a pandemic". The only problem is that they are reeaallllyyy boring. Come on, guys, the prank bog-roll-substitute issue hasn't been funny since March!

But of course all of the news is boring. Do you know why?

Wait for it. Here comes my clever take.