‘Cause there’s changes in the ocean
And there’s changes in the sea
And there’s changes in my own true love
But there ain’t no change in me’
From ‘The Rose Of Aberdeen’
So we were rearranging some furniture in the house yesterday and today and I have to say that left to my own devices, I would rarely change anything. Yeah, boring I know. Anyway, moving this… moving that and all of a sudden, it’s like a new world. Izze, our delightful eight year old was completely upset by the repositioning of the dining room table… and I get it, believe me. Things are moving quickly in her young life and I can see it is sometimes hard to accept this. Things are changing more quickly in my life too. There was that period of time in my forties and fifties where I just really didn’t perceive change until after it had taken place. Now, change is with me every day. My Dad (may he rest in peace) used to talk about the fact that getting older was a series of successful adaptations. These adaptations occur more often these days and sometimes when I sit by myself I find myself thinking about the time I have left to accomplish the things I want to accomplish. Now I know that thoughts like these are a luxury and largely a waste of time.
With this in mind, I get up off my ass and get something done… finish writing a song, take Izze skating, practice the guitar, vacuum the bird room… whatever. I’ve got a tour with Tuna coming up… I look forward to that but I’ll miss home. After the first of the year my new CD, ‘Ain’t In No Hurry’ will be out and I’ll be touring to support that. I hope to get a little motorcycle trip in in the Spring… spend some vacation time with the family… maybe a little time with my seventeen year old son Zach before his young life calls him away for the Summer…
As always, my life is a embarrassment of riches and I am still confronted with a plethora of delightful choices. It is cold this morning as I sit here in the dining room… with the table in a new place. It’s like having a new room… sort of. Changes in the ocean, changes in the sea… there is no constant except change and there are changes in me too… and that has to be a good thing.
Now I’ll see if I can convince Izze, and myself… that this is true.
Onward!
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I am getting up in years and all I want is change — time to move on to the next chapter!
Can’t wait to see you in Albany this week!
Blessings Jorma, friends and family, loved you and your music from the first note of the first Airplane song I heard when you played a free concert at Parliament Hill Fields, London,1969?.So good you and your buddies are going strong. Season’s Greetings from England.Always good to read your thoughts. Cheers.
Perfect Captain. Perfect.
I remember when Yellow Fever came out and the anticipation that came with it! If you told me that I would be looking forward to another release 39 years later, I’m not sure I would have believed it. But here we are, thanks for the music that has been such a blessing through all those years. I still am in touch with my old Tuna buddies, when I look around the room when we are listening to Tuna, I see older faces,
filled with the same old smiles, some of us strumming, others singing, but mostly just having a blast. As you say, it just doesn’t get any better than this! how cool would it be if our kids ended up listening to your Kid in the future! It must make you proud as hell to see him up on stage next to you. Happy Thanksgiving everyone, invite a stranger to dinner!
Very excited about new album! Will get it either way but would extra happy if it is available on LP… Patiently awaiting that next Tuna album as well!
When your Father said that getting older was a series of successful adaptations what you did Jorma was evolve even further – and because of your musical notoriety you brought the psychedelic and spiritual evolution to a generation. Jorma you are a true artist like Andy Warhol and Vincent van Gogh. You are a true avant-garde. Well before your time. A true artist.
Jorma I hear you about the furniture changing. For me it’s always been every 8 years or so whatever woman I’ve been married to decides that I should have my own place and my own furniture. Doesn’t get me down nearly as much as trying to figure out what is going on with all this hair growing out of my ears. Any chance we can see a “sneak peek” at the CD artwork?
Ah, vacuuming the bird room. How my parrot Seamus used to laugh at me.
Of course, Seamus was named after the Pink Floyd song on Meddle, what I happened to be listening to the night he adopted me, so he was bound to be a little goofy.