It has definitely been a while. I’d love to say I was adventuring on the high seas, or conquering Everest these past weeks, I truly would, but in truth I have been swimming in the sea of finals stress.
In 4 weeks I will be 24 and a graduand. About bloody time, I hear you all mutter (yes, Mum, I’m looking at you), but a degree is more than just a piece of expensive paper; it’s the journey you take to get that £20,000 piece of paper.
My god, I’m paying £20,000 for a piece of paper.
What I’m trying to say is that I am not the Caitlin of yester month. I have been replaced with a wild-eyed, bare-faced harridan that mutters about cumulative normal distributions and the importance of verse in Richard II.
I did want to write and puts some pixels on the interweb, though, so here I am, and this is about music.
I’m not exactly wildly exotic in my musical tastes- I know what I like, and I like what I know- but I do rely heavily on classical music during study times. I dislike silence, but can’t work with talky things that require my attention. While I was writing my dissertation, I listened to Holst’s Planets over and over and over until I could do a pretty good rendition of the whole thing; catch me on a carefree day and I’ll entertain you. But I have moved on, and my current musical valium is Erik Satie’s Gnossiennes.