I feel quite sad tonight. The darkness but also just going to Brighton and not seeing Lou. I charged up her car battery this morning but there’ll be work in March to get her on the road again. I went up and sat with Tessy. She insisted on play so for a long time it was ribbons.
A bright cold day out the window. I put the radiator on for her.
Then back to Bergie and back to London. I’m up to Miles Davis, Kind of Blue on the listening project. The first jazz album and perhaps it informed my mood. It has been a mixture of ease and struggle since Kid A. Unfamiliar and eclectic in genre. Bruce Springsteen, Notorious BIG. Then a run of ease with Velvet Underground, Sgt Pepper, Carole King, Patti Smith. I enjoyed Wu-tang Clan but couldn’t fathom d’Angelo : Voodoo. White Album and Jimi Hendrix familiar enough and I used to listen to Coltrane on purpose so I’m happy to have Miles but now I feel sad.
So I’m going to bed early. Back to rehearsal tomorrow and there’s loads to do and the worriers in the company are worrying. I know for absolute certain we are gonna be fine here. Sure I’ll be flying the flag for chaos but there’s plenty of orderheads here. So long as they don’t start thinking of me as obstructive when they go “Right, we need to work out how to kill this moment,” and I go “no we don’t”. (They’ll use language like “set” instead but I know what they mean). Some things absolutely have to breathe. But annoyingly, if your partner isn’t listening they can’t. We choose our battles.
I think I’m worrying when I don’t need to.
Café Rust for breakfast on my own. Then this evening, leftover Christmas ham and cheese. It isn’t nine yet. I slept really well last night in my weird hotel room cupboard. I think I’m gonna start the day tomorrow ready to roll for the week. I’m looking forward to this still, and happy we’ve got something excellent to run with. It’s a lovely bunch of people.
AlBarclay 