Been
incensed by an errant “is” in the text on a display screen and used the classic
quote “depends what your definition of “is” is” in response.
Partied like
it was £19.99.
Used the
above joke fourteen times, including this time.
Had a rye
smile to myself about everyone suddenly remembering all the Bowie songs, as if
they are suddenly more relevant than when he was alive. And then listened to Ashes To Ashes, Rebel
Rebel, Life On Mars, Space Oddity, Moonage Daydream, Starman etc., and
remembered how good (and relevant) they are.
Been woken
up by my brother crushing a clothes horse in the room next door, as he stumbled
around in the dark. (And also been
annoyed that he broke the thing. And
left a stain on my nice clean shirt in the process.)
Wondered if
anyone else calls it a “clothes horse” (it’s a dryer, isn’t it? But my Mum calls it a clothes horse, so I
always have as well), and if this is the most quaint expression I regularly
use. (It’s not.)
Met the
lovely and cute baby Manon. She had
spiky hair. She didn’t say much.
Played a gig
in Australia. The third continent on
which I have played.
Seen the
Southern Cross in the night sky of the southern hemisphere, unspoiled by light
pollution. It was amazing.
Fed a
wallaby from my hand. It was a rock
wallaby, and it was raw sweet potato, in case you’re interested.
Wondered why
I do all this writing, and how much longer I should keep doing it. A few times.
Wondered why
I play music, and whether I should keep doing it. Lots of times.
Written a
blog about football, and noticed that a lot less people read the ones about
football. And written another one
anyway.
Performed in
character and been taken for actually being that character after the
performance. More than once. It was exhilarating and uncomfortable at the
same time and I felt like I should apologise to anyone who took it
literally. Because it suggests I am good
at being that character and this presents something of an identity crisis and a
feeling that I have duped people and should be very careful about how to
proceed with this, if at all. For now,
it will hopefully suffice to say: no disrespect is intended to anyone. Truth and honesty and empirical fact are not
always the same thing.
Been to
loads of really good gigs and reviewed most of them. (But not the best one. I don’t know why.)
Bought a tent,
and a shower for the first time.
Turned down
a big gig and felt fairly good about it.
Played some
lovely gigs that reminded me why I play gigs.
Played some
gigs that made me not want to do it anymore.
Played a gig
where my support act was the Mayor of Bristol. (The new one.)
Decided not
to play gigs for a while.
Voted in a
national referendum on an international political matter, even though I thought
the whole thing was a squalid idea inspired by narrow, cynical realpolitik,
with a campaign based mostly on dishonest bullshit and poorly-calculated
(narrow, cynical) self-interest, taking place in an ominous, febrile atmosphere
in which senior politicians sound increasingly like stereotypical white male
middle-aged cab drivers and pub bores from years ago expressing opinions based
on prejudice and anecdotal “evidence”, without regard to facts or thought.
Worried, a
little bit, about the result of the above.
Started
writing a(nother) blog about the above and then read a better one, by a friend,
and abandoned my attempt. What a relief
for everyone…
Sent the following message to a(nother) friend about voting in the
above:
“Ooh, lovely
Hand-in-hand with your beloved...
...beatific smiles on your joyous faces...
...safe in the knowledge of duty fulfilled,
And the tingling hope of status quo maintained.”
And followed
the above message with this:
“I think it will be a bremain bresult, by a narrow margin, which
will do nothing to dispel the atmosphere of cynicism. Since everything about
the whole process has been narrow and cynical.”
Freed
myself, with some kind of catharsis, and to some immeasurable extent, of a
football-based prejudice under which I had previously laboured. For about 30 years. It feels alright.
Tried to
learn how/when to shut the fuck up. And
when to resist offering unsolicited opinion.
(Win some, lose some…)
Won a pub
quiz, possibly for the first time. (Or
possibly not.)
Done a pub
quiz instead of watching football, definitely for the first time.
Taken part
in a live radio session which was a really good laugh. Even though one of the presenters spoiled one
of my songs by dropping something and I shouted at him, the ruiner.
Played a set
and worked behind the bar at an album launch for a great band and drank my
bodyweight in free beer while doing it.
(First time I’ve been paid in beer for a while….no one ever makes that mistake
twice.)
Been
disappointed to miss out on Pilton Pop Festival, but cheered to have a really
good reason.
Been bored
both by facebook statuses talking about going Glastonbury, and those talking
about not going.
Been
relieved to not be getting trenchfoot.
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