The Waiting Room, the new reality.

We are in the first moments when one is in an emergency room, all that matters is if we live or die, while the question of what the cost will be is a dark shadow that is forever present upon us while suspend in that anti-time.

That is a re-phrasing of what a guitar player said on a video that I saw today. He nailed it. He said it seems to him (and now myself) that it is the same as being in an emergency room. You are there and are wondering what the hell is going to happen. You wonder about life and death and, because this is America in 2020, your imagination grows into a demon and you wonder what the hell all this is going to cost in terms of money. It make be an amount you can handle. It may bankrupt you. It may bankrupt you only to have the worst things happen. The thread of existence appears right there in front of you, shining within the light of those florescent lights in such a way you are aghast at how thin and fragile it actually is. And you just hope it all works out.

I have been there way too many times with people I loved to understand this analogy, and that's why it hit home. We are all in an ER waiting room. No one knows what the hell is really going to happen next. We are within a space that we have visited before but are now living in. And we have no idea what this is going to be like, nor the full cost, for some time to come.

I spoke to a dear friend of mine who is a literal award winning doctor, with bonus points being that he is actually a very very very caring person and spends a great deal of time with each patient. He said that he is deeply concerned after reading the literature about the virus. He hopes that things will turn out without a deep dive into mass death, but he is taking this seriously and taking precautions. If I want to know about music production, I call my friend who worked with The Rolling Stones and Bette Midler. If I want to know about dance, I call my friend who toured the world and danced at the Oscars. If I want to know about what the hell is going on with a virus, I call an award winning doctor. For the record, I am not bragging about knowing this cache of impossibly talented people. I am not special. I am just a low rent "Zelig". (Go look it up.)

From what I remember from being in a waiting room, it feels like being in a cosmos of panic stricken casinos. No one really knows what is going on and what the end result will be. Sure, a few come in with nothing ore than a cut needing stitches or a broken arm to be set and cast, but, think about it. There are many many many stories about people who go in for one small thing and find out they have something much more serious. Hence, the casino. Hence, the odds on either side of Fate. Hence, the continual low grade panic.

I am forever grateful for this damn cool guitar review guy on Youtube for giving me this thread of sanity.

We are in the Waiting Room.

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