I wrote this little poem:
If you don't have a kazoo
A saxophone will do
(You can try and deny it
But we all know it's true)
Yeah, it's been that kind of break. I even contemplated trying to make some music unstoned and maybe even not drunk. Radical but feel like I want to impose a little order after wallowing in chaos for too long. May be related to the order/chaos strand I'm weaving deeper into 'From Beer To Eternity' as I continue my quest to discover one of the main character's motives for doing something that seems hard to justify.
I suppose I must eventually listen to the thing I recorded on Boxing Day. Two directions I want to pursue : almost nothing happening very slowly and tight, organised structural pieces.
Listened to the Boxing Day recording, deleted the video from Youtube, decided it was for the best. ;)
Admiring some of the additions to the Waldorf M, which is now stacked with stuff lifted from MI's open source wonders. So many companies have done this but I am curious how the M sounds in general, which is mad given I have the Wave cos I'm not gonna get one. Well, probably. Went for a walk with our Janet - dogs had a ball, Broc's hardly moved all afternoon or evening. Going for curry tomorrow. Did not leave house this evening though for EMOM. Should've but...
Well, I did it, I completed From Beer to Eternity to my satisfaction. I expect there will still be a few typos and sentences I can de-clutter but it's there, it's the story it always should have been. Best of all, elements that were present that felt disjointed are now, I'm confident, a coherent whole. Obviously for a story this complex I always did need to put in this amount of work but at least it's done. Will now sit on it a while, have a last quick edit in a few weeks before re-publishing. Nobody will read it, of course, but it'll be there as a far better example of what I can do than formerly.
Happy New Year!
We went to Southport and it was lovely... until we tried jumping over a little stream and Pat did her ankle in. Then it was a very long, slow walk back to the car...
