A New Blog

Okay, so here we are, September 2010.

I struggled a lot with what to do with this blog and how to keep it relevant to what was going on with me, musically. In the end I decided that the basic premise was long dead, so I decided to close up shop.

BUT WAIT. THERE'S MORE.

I've started a new blog, called "Recording Red". You can find it here. It's still not house-trained, so expect changes along the way. Still, it's a start, eh?

Gratuitous Short Post

Looks like my birthday pressie's going to lend a new "heavy metal" sound in my songs... no, not that kind of heavy metal!

Col, if you're out there, thanks for helping Tim out with this ;)

So Close...

...you can almost smell them!

So I got an email through today to let me know that the Derek Trucks Band's latest offering, a double live CD entitled "Roadsongs", is available for pre-order.

BUT WAIT. There's more!

If you pre-order, you get the chance to win one of Derek's very own, used glass slides. Cool...

BUT WAIT. There's EVEN MORE!

You also get the chance to win, and I quote:

"A dTb Roadsongs air freshener for your car! That way, when you listen to Roadsongs while on the road, you'll get to enjoy the great smell of dTb along with their sound."

Now, I love the dTb, their music. Even if I had a car these days (which I don't), I'm not sure I'd want it to actually smell of the band.

Muses

I'm not a great believer in most mumbo-jumbo, but I think I had my first experience of being around a muse over the past week.

The Muse, or M for short, is the daughter of one Tim's 'crowd' from his Kansas City days. Biologically, she's young, a mere twenty-five years old. Tim remembers her as a child, precocious and fun, soaking up the energy from the eclectic bunch of people she grew up with. Despite her age, the catalogue of her life experiences to date seems endless. Right now, she's doing the rounds in Europe and we were lucky enough to spend time with her during her first visit to London.

It wasn't the first time I'd met her. That was last year, close to midnight on Fat Tuesday. Mardi Gras, baby. New Orleans. Strangely, it was the same time I'd been given my 'lucky' transit token. That story is here.

Anywho, whilst living in LA it seems she was in the right place at the right time to rub shoulders with all the right people from the music industry. So much so that she's currently dating the drummer from one of my favourite songwriter's new band. It seems that if I want to meet him and hang out with the band I just need to make it to any of the shows on their upcoming tour.

NEED MONEY!!!!

Maybe I should start a PayPal fund...

Long story short, just having her around was incredibly inspirational. During her visit I was almost constantly jotting down lyric ideas and had a constant melody stream running through my brain.

Now she's gone. I need to turn my random scribblings into something cohesive.

If I Didn't Need Them...

...I'd take 'em out.

Once again, my eyes are screwed. This time it's not just one, but both. No, it's not a flare-up of the old trouble I had last year. This time it's conjunctivitis. The doctor wasn't sure whether it was viral or bacterial, but it's certainly one of the contagious ones. I went to the doctor on Tuesday morning. They said to be really careful as it could spread to the other eye. I woke up on Wednesday with both eyes glued shut.

D'Oh!

Ironically, despite being in both eyes, this isn't as bad as when I kept getting an infection in my left eye. This is annoying and uncomfortable, but not debilitating. I even went to the gym last night! It's demotivating, though. The constant scratchiness drives me mad. Working with computer screens all day doesn't help. Nothing helps, actually, except for the occasional cold compress between cups of coffee and ritual hand-washings. I want to be off work, but I can't afford it. I want to sit in a dark room with an ice-pack over my eyes, but I can't.

As usual, I just have to get on with it and hope that it clears up sooner rather than later. It's a contractor's lot. No sick pay means I can't be sick... even when I am.