the call that doesn’t come

And another day at the Mouse-face, although this seems to be the last for a while, and keeps me there for a while longer than usual.

There was (I thought) to be a rehearsal of the quintet at the Three Stags, but remembering last time I don’t go round there (to find a room full of the wrong people – very disturbing) and wait for the call that doesn’t come. So I start accumalating tracks for a comp for Maude (who seems to think it might be a good idea, though how long she’ll retain that thought when she hears it I don’t know) and also the spring MeFiSwap. Now my hard disk is largely full of AIFF files. This feels quite good, though I don’t know whether it ought to.