I ended up staying in Herne Bay. There’s a scrap metal dealer who I’m gonna take a load of cables to, just up the road from here. It felt a bit like progress and it’s a little bit too far from London for it to be an easy commute so I’m better off making use of my time down this way. More active time, fewer trips.
I booked into a guesthouse today. Yesterday I was in someone’s house and their 22 year old daughter is living there again and doesn’t like that mummy has paying guests. It was all a little bit fraught. I didn’t feel I could relax, particularly as the hostess doesn’t like her guests being home alone. It was literally a stranger’s spare room and I had to be out by 7:30am. So I drove over to the storage unit, parked in the shade, and began to soundproof my car interior. I set up this pink condenser mic that looks like a penis – fuck knows where all my decent kit has gone, I ordered this one in Amazon yesterday. Had to record a test for a videogame baddie. I like the script, it reminds me of intro sequences to games I loved growing up. I wanted to get some sort of decent sound environment patched together. A car is a reasonable booth, but my position in the shade was unusual to people passing by so I lost a surprising amount of time to people being dicks after they saw me parked weirdly and sitting in the back with a pink mic. Kent. It’s a timewarp. Everybody is over sixty, even if they’re thirty. “That guy in his car must be an instagrasshole porn pervert, probably foreign. I’m gonna put my radio on and bang around. That’ll show him.”
It’s not ten yet and I’m in bed and if I didn’t write this every day I would already be asleep. Early ejection and then I poured energy into that tape. Then cataloguing and carrying. Now it’s time to start sending things back out into the world. First though, sleep. Man. I’m done for the day. Early start listening to the kid moaning about me being there pitched for me to hear. Hmpf
Night night. The seagulls are all making their bedtime noises. The last of the light is fading.
AlBarclay 