You may have noticed I have recently had a problem with dust. You may have noticed I have made much of it, even though as has been pointed out to me it’s not that bad.
I can see it’s not that bad, but I that doesn’t help how I feel. And whilst I’ve been pondering this internal dichotomy, I have made a good connection that helps me make sense of my reaction which is, to be truthful, a bit of an existential crisis! I might share that story one day, but for now I can only give you Eric Benet’s Dust in the Wind – a take on the Kansas original. Here it is
This was a track from his 1999 album A Day in the Life, an album that was the soundtrack to my own about 10 years ago. Much of it conducted in my green Passat (2 litres) before I killed it one day on a thrash from London to Wales and back.
The Passat was nicknamed the Mothership on account of the deft way I could swing it around, and with its covering of dog dribble all over the rear windows and liberal coating of dog hair it was a brave person indeed who was able to step inside.
Happy days 🙂