Musings at the Jazz Club

The son was round to pick up some camping gear; unsettled by life and its uncertainties.
He thinks too much, as I've told him before. There is nothing to be gained by peering into the timeless void that lies all around us. We will understand it none the better. Better to see the beauty around us and share enjoyment with your fellows as you hurtle on.
And later, as I listened to Gold Tone & Biscuit (banjo-led Indian vibes) I thought, as I often do, of the Big Bang and all the material on the universe issuing from that one event. And what if that had never happened. So there had never been anything and never would be. That nothingness. The sudden rush of vertigo at the prospect and the Indian vibes. Yeah.
And then there were the Pygmies. Stonking! Some tunes, dudes!