Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Poppies

Some tough things happen in life.
There are some good things...
Vocals finished; I'm reverting to the old ones for some songs, but basically the songs are all finished, and all I have to do is send Tom detailed notes about how I would like them to sound. Then I have to see if Voiceprint like it and want to release it!
I saw Gina Birch today, which was lovely. We haven't seen each other for ages; she's started writing new songs and may even have a person to release them for her. She is looking very well and seems just about to hit a massive creative streak.
Afterwards I took some more CDs to Rough Trade and had a long chat with a very nice, very camp man in a second-hand clothes shop about knitting- he does cable, I do Fair-Isle. He admired my style. I had on a dark green felt tam-o-shanter with a checkered band, a pom-pom and a ribbon (from a twee Scottish attire shop in Pitlochry), a red and white tartan jacket my friend gave me, covered in badges, fingerless Fair-Isle mittens and pink Timberland boots.
Well, it worked for him.
He told me he knits tea-cosies for his friends for Christmas!
On Friday, I am going down to Resonance to sing some songs on Johny Brown's show, Mining for Gold. There's another musician and a poet as well so it should be a great show. We are all going to take it in turns to do our stuff round an imaginary campfire. I'm gonna sing some songs that I haven't released, I think. It's on at 11.30 and the url is www.resonancefm.com- it goes out live on the net, really easy to access.

There was a shortcut on the way home from Wylam County Primary School down a lane behind some houses. One day, as I walked down it, I saw a single red poppy waving in the wind. I crossed over to the other side of the lane and ran past it as fast as I could. That was the last time I took that particular shortcut, because I'd seen the Wizard of Oz and I knew that poppies were magic and could make you fall asleep right there and then and never wake up again.

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