So here
it is: it’s the weekend, everybody’s having fun, right?
Maybe.
We’ve got practice today for our gig (which will be the best gig ever, if you weren’t aware, followed closely by this one at the end of the month) with
the string quartet. It’s always fun. Last time we got together we were
practicing in Ed’s basement flat, watching him panic before their arrival like
Hyancinth Bucket. While we’re all very very
professional musicians, practicing with these guys is, for us, a bit like
playing around with the work experience kid. There’s an element of ‘nooowwwwww....DO
THIS! Yes! OK, nooooowwwww...DO THIS!’ and they do it and we all get a neon
light switched on inside us that blinks ‘Cool’.
The
year’s revving up.We’re one twelfth of the way through.
I spent
a couple of days fixing Trewin’s computer. You know, the one with all of our
work on it. You know, the one with the mountains of new stuff on it. You know,
the only one we have that can run everything we need to make music. You know,
the one our collective future depends on. You know, the one that Trewin uses to
watch Esther Rantzen’s gimp safari.
So I fixed it. It works, for
now. Applause. I’m now bassist and tech support. Jeez. ‘Just like Jimi Hendrix’,
I tell the fifteen year old inside my skull.
And, if
you hadn’t noticed, that garish blur of light called life keeps rolling past
your eyes like the end credits to a children’s cartoon. You won’t get it back,
but it’s not worth anything, anyway.
Continue
having fun.
Tim
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