Sunday 7th February
Misty morning rise, with the 'shine' due 'sometime'. These are the daze I cherish most, devoid of the
far reaching views that attract the clutter of tourist traffic. Like a seaside out've season there's a reassuring melancholy embrace from the place that is warmly uplifting. Another link to a childhood past goes on ahead...(more...)
Saturday 6th February
Some time in the night I get this clash of machine music & the band, a longed for jam with rick, me, Pricey & a bunch of friends just invited for the crack. A vision of a time between times of cut-loose & enjoy, with somebody trusted to hit RECORD just before the magic happens.
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Friday 5th February
Diary late due to pot-hole diversions to & from brother Smith's studio in the early owls of the Morecambe. You know him for his grooves & sweet touch in the sound garden but I seen his art today & it's great. Drivin with an empty tank but a soul filled to overflow listenin to Robbie Robertson's laser guitar on the Basement Tapes & Can on the stereo. get the kettle on & press RECORD. Never Bored.
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Thursday 4th February
Publishers suddenly hear similarity between that bit've 1982 Oz classic 'Land Down Under' & children's
folk song 'Kookaburra sits in the Old gum Tree' ...28 years on. Just another day in Paradise.
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Wednesday 3rd February
Lights glide like weeping stars down to the cold earth at sunrise. Another night of moonlight, another
sleepless interlude between days, but hey, there's an upside to everything right?
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Tuesday 2nd February
Last night was rampant with fury creatures hunting in the sliver light of a devious moon. The black top was frozen deadly at every curve but the head was as less mad than it was at the start of the day. Goin' in the right direction - hallelujah
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Monday 1st February
The Moon has a lot to answer for, sleep stealing, washing machine in the head. Hanging in a frozen
cloudless sky at sunrise - laughing. Promised you some feedback on Saturday night at Snape Maltings.
Me & my machine on a mission up the A12 to plug into an art collision in the dark...(more...)
