I haven’t been around much lately so I thought I’d drop in to carve a word. I’ve been busily trying to finish the draft of The Beowulf Effect (thanks to those who’ve been reading and commenting on the several excerpts) while getting to grips with being in a proper rock band with a lot of material to learn and a busy roster of gigs just around the corner.
Now, whereas and notwithstanding inasmuch as which this last might or might not have any connection with one’s ongoing midlife crisis, I wish to report a couple of occasions involving mine offspring which have occasioned me some pleasure.
The first was a concert starring Crox Minor on her horn (featuring me on electric piano continuo) as recorded in this short film taken on my iPhone by Crox Minima.
The second happened earlier today when Mrs Crox insisted that we should all hie
thirdwith fifthwith forthwith to the Norwich Enormoplex to see a film called The Descendants. The fact that the action takes place in Hawaii and that Mr George Clooney is in every scene would of course have nothing to do with Mrs Crox’s choice. Perish the thought.
Well, as films go, it’s OK. I have seen many that are better, and quite a few that are a whole lot worse. The script, in Mrs Crox’s words, is ‘plodding’. It does what Dr Rohn always counsels me against in my own writing. ‘Show, don’t Tell,’ I muttered into my nachos.
But get this – this was the first time that we’ve gone en famille to the cinema to watch a proper grown-up movie. This, just on its own, was a liberating experience. There were no animations; no CGI; no embarrassing interruptions when small children really must heed the call of nature; and, best of all, none of those horrendous commercials for breakfast cereals that all parents will know and loathe. We could even have an intelligent discussion about the film on the way home in the car.
I remember the first film I took Crox Minor to see. She was about five and the film was The Jungle Book 2 – and if you’ve never seen it, look at it this way: I’ve endured it, so you don’t have to.
I have now come out the other side more or less unscathed.
Let the mid-life crisis shine a light on me!