It’s half past eight and I can barely keep my eyes open. Driving to Berlin is gonna be relaxing. I’m looking forward to it. Right now all I want to do is snooze.
Before the show yesterday, a challenge from a member: “When we make Jupiter, rather than pretending to summon the king of the gods, what would it be like if we genuinely tried to actually summon the king of the gods?!”
Olli up on the willow balcony wrapped in a Welsh flag, a very full soundscape, eighteen people and an audience trying hard and earnestly to make some magic, and as she spoke her last word, rain. Just a flash of it, breaking through the clouds, the only rain all night and just a light summer rain. A touch of the old thunderer, wondering why the fuck nobody did that for so long. “Juno, get the ambrosia out, something’s happening in Wales!” Just for a moment, some magic.
This morning I woke up late in my tent. Stumbled into the house for coffee. Took the tent down. It’s damp but not wet wet, hopefully it’ll be ok when I pull it back out. I was in slight survival mode as I loaded up two passengers and began the long drive back to London. If only it wasn’t so far away, that place. It has been a joy though, to be back there again. Many times now, a beaten path, a happy place, a light.
I had a hot bath. First time I’ve had a proper scrub for a few days. My ability to stay awake, to think, to be even slightly useful – it’s all fading. Brian and Maddy are watching The Sopranos, Tom will be staying in the living room, I don’t think I can be sociable any more than I can focus on a story. I think I’m gonna let the heat take me into dreams and maybe I’ll see you there. I can scrub my brain a little now, rearrange things, let the steam out, start to relax. Phew.
AlBarclay 