every so often there's a death of a particular sort of public figure — like, yesterday, david lynch — that ripples through my timeline, and i just feel nothing. a few years ago, julian bream passed. and it hit me hard, even though his recording and playing days were long past, because of how formative his recordings were for me, both growing up and when i was starting to learn guitar. his playing is so deeply about taste and especially tone colour; there are faster, more technical players, but there are few half as musical. when he died, there wasn't a single word about it on my twitter, for the man who was a giant of 20th century guitar.
i accepted a long time ago that my interests aren't other people's interests, that my interests are particularly niche. and days like yesterday i think, wouldn't it be nice to like something a little more common, a little more towards the norm? i feel so disconnected from others with the things i love. half out of the physical world. my community filled with many types of ghosts.