I have two songs demoed this week. I'm not going to do any more until next week: I need to do a bit of working-out of guitar parts. Also, it's good to let the dust settle on the ones I've done already.
Eight songs? Is that a ten-inch vinyl record?
I might write more; who knows. I also began a song for my friend about Freud's white wolf, and re-recorded an oldie to learn for a festival later in the year. And I did a bit of drawing, and darned the green Christmas stocking that McMum knitted when I was a babby. I think I might be all created-out for the week.
I've been reading UK Subs' Charlie Harper's autobiography, because I'll be interviewing him at the John Peel Centre in June. It's a really lively book- what a life he's had! It is such a shame that creativity as an activity has been negatively subverted into entrepreneurship, which is all about capitalising on any shred of invention a person might have. People like Charlie have so much energy and drive that they make a dynamic scene wherever they go and whatever they do. His musicianship spans the fifties onwards, and I didn't realise that he was an accomplished hairdresser too. Maybe I'll come back from Suffolk with chopped hair!
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