The Lump on the Sofa

That is me! After a second visit to see Do Ho Suh's wonderful artwork at Tate Modern and a solid two and a half hour life drawing session (where the tutor homed in on criticising my work relentlessly for no apparent reason), I hoofed it up to Huntingdon today. Well, sort of hoofed it through the chaos of tube and train delays and folded-up people in crowded carriages. 

George (AKA Willie Gibson) picked me up at Huntingdon station and we spent a solid chunk of time mixing Cailin Morun Sa and making it sound good. His attic room is full of analogue synths and other such accoutrements, but a song is a song is a song and making it sound good still needs careful listening and editing. We were both very happy with what we did, and it fits perfectly as a duo with Ailean Duinn. 

God only knows what sort of foreign accent I have in the Gaelic language; maybe I sound a bit like an equivalent to those packets of Czech biscuits called Crapsy-Pants. I did try, honest: the callout went on social media but no fish nabbed the bait. I got offered Irish Gaelic accent-checkers, but of course that's not the same at all.

I did the first of Gina's choir arrangements on Sunday (third attempt lucky), so it's been an intense few days. 

In fact, I think I deserve a cup of tea.