A bunch of old friends showed up this evening. Factory friends, but therefore friends who know they can be as negative as they like with me if they think I’m being a twat in my work. They seemed to get it thankfully. I’ve started to really love Lodovico. He’s a kind man, a bit of a gossip, activated by privilege instead of stunted. Over the process we have been moved to some heightened gestures and vocal choices that totally fit the arena we are working in. Old school Factory detests trickery, so I was nervous seeing them afterwards. Spike (movement) and I have created a physical world for Lodo which, if you choose to cling onto the past is “not Factory”. (Repeated choices, gestural things, allowing Spondees) But thankfully we aren’t running a museum. Loads of the old guard got sniffy about The Odyssey back in the day and really their objections were the same as their problems. They had created a shape for themselves in the work and decided it was the only correct shape and thus disliked it that the work was breathing because they didn’t want to breathe right now thanks so “that thing is wrong cos it isn’t me shaped”. Like all the people who want their country to be “great” again, with “great” meaning “when I had decided things were just as they should be”. We all want desperately to be able to stop striving. We forget that entrenchment is suicide. The conversation always shifts and breathes. We breathe with it or we stop breathing. We will all stop breathing eventually. We can choose the cultural death, just not the other ones.
I had Ally in this evening from Scene and Heard so couldn’t catch up properly with the Factory friends- hopefully tomorrow. She’s a ray of light. The lads and Leila, they’re all staying in Jethro’s flat even though he’s gone home for a family birthday. I could probably have slung someone on my sofa bed but the conversation never arose and right now my cottage is a warzone. But I want to see them. I rarely if ever do. I’m just not having them in my flat. I had a man come and test my appliances and my kitchen looks like Withnail’s. I’ll be doing something about that tomorrow, on my day off. Probably. I’ll be doing a lot about it before next Friday, as I’ll pretend I’ve kept it nice and clean for Lou. I won’t blow it in my blog. Leila lives in Brighton now for fuck’s sake. I’m there all the time and we are supposed to friends.. I’m shit at this. Hi. How are you? What’s going on? Tell me things.
Right now it is LATE. I just ate an entire jar of Pea and Ham soup from Marks and Spencers and I’m in my pajamas. I’m gonna wander upstairs and hit the hay and please don’t try and communicate with me until late morning as I’m not planning on being much use. And then it’s a DAY OFF Wooooooo. Chilltime. Setting my alarm for 11:11.
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