It seems the answer is “all of it”.

Up later than I’d like, try to recover files that I deleted accidentally (although I clicked a box asking me whether I really wanted to delete it, and I said I did, but I was wrong).

This is a lot more involved than I thought it would be, and takes a lot longer.

After lunch I get back to the book I’m typesetting, and send off a PDF just before I go to Movements, along with several queries to several people.

After the Movements, collect the replies. All of the replies answer my question, though I can’t shake the suspicion that all the answers are disguised versions of “That was a clueless question, and you are a fool”. Which is OK, as they probably were and I probably am.

The PDF was sent off to try to provoke an answer to the question “How much of this should I change”, without actually asking it directly. It seems the answer is “all of it”. Well, that’s clear. Clarity is good.

Whenever I get back from movements I always have to consume too much food.

more squinting than doing

Hmm. What to say…

Today was spent coming to terms with the new Ashgate job, which is more squinting than doing. Always frustrating that, and doesn’t make for lengthy diary entries.

And in the evening I go for a run (up to the river, along to Southwark Bridge and back again) and get pizza from downstairs.

Outside the sun was shining, and I expect it was very nice.

it was very nice out, I have to say

Up in a vague state, again, darn it. Prepare myself and off to Walker.

Maisying – lunch – Maisying.

Home (not a lot to the day, but the sun was shining, and it was very nice out, I have to say).

Delicious beeferee by H.

I spend the evening mixing tracks to be uploaded.

Hmm. Late.

It only took me seven years.

Dodgy beginning to the day, and off to work late again. Late is the new on time. No I don’t really believe that either.

Maisying.

Lunch is soup. Soup is good, though we need to retrieve the bowls for it from upstairs.

More Maisying.

Home, then go for a run along the Embankment. Thankfully not so many people around at this time of the evening.

Excellent dinner by H.

I finally fix a basic problem with the CA site. It only took me seven years.

a very fine extension to the kedgeree principle

I get up when Haru’s gone to work; sitting and breakfast, then ablute. For some reason it takes me a very long time to get to Walker.

I notice that the cafe on Lambeth Walk seems to be called “Coffee for No Pizza”.

Maisying, lunch, Maisying.

Home. H has cooked a very fine extension to the kedgeree principle using Quinoa, which has my admiration.

Playing in Logic.

Yes, really, that’s all there was to today. It took quite a long time, though.

Perhaps it’s the spring thing

Oh, well, a Sunday, so to the supermarket (everything a bit pleasant, including the checkout woman, which was slightly surprising. Perhaps it’s the spring thing).

Home, breakfast, then… I spend a lot of the day playing in Logic, but just playing, not really achieving very much. Practising drawing expression curves, and changing the velocity on string samples to make them sound,,, not realistic, they’ll never sound realistic, but hopefully better than they did, more lively.

Anyway, that was my day.

In the evening I go for a run. 28 minutes.

Dinner is the other sausages I got from the German Deli (bratwurst), with the rest of the cake. Mmm.

More tweaking after dinner.

not really in control of my mouth.

Up… guh. Late. Again. This is beginning to annoy me.

Also get very little done during the day, something else that’s annoying. I do finalise the mix of Another Time that I’m going to upload for tomorrow, so that’s OK.

In the evening to Bennett group meeting. I appear to be not really in control of my mouth. At least from a wordy point of view.

Home. Delicious stew by H.

Let’s see, if I can get to bed at a sane time, perhaps I can get up at a sane time. I wonder how that theory works.

There is some debate about whether it’s acceptable to sneak behind the altar

Up at 7:20, just after H. leaves. I prepare myself and depart to the SW1 studio, early.

On the way I get a text from Gareth (12:00 – 14:00) to say that he’s ill and won’t be there.

I get there at 9:20 (which is incredibly early) and Katya, half the breakfast team, who is on a cigarette break, is shocked. She also points out the fact that they’re setting up for mass right in front of the route between the studio and the outside world.

The caretaker asks if we can be quite between 9:45 and 10:30, which is about when I’m expecting my guest (Dave Russell) to arrive.

Anyway, it looks like we’ll be trapped in the studio by the Church. Katya wants to go home; Serge wants to go to Stevenage. There is some debate about whether it’s acceptable to sneak behind the altar (actually a table), and the general consensus (i.e. Serge, who used to be an altar boy, and me, who’s a bit frightened of priests) is no, even if wearing cardboard wings in imitation of angels.

Dave eventually sneaks in around the back, and Katya and Serge sneak out the same way.

All the excitement means that I’m playing catch-up, programming tracks and setting up the mics for Dave, but it all seems to work. Dave plays lots of songs, and after he leaves I continue playing tracks and burbling until 14:00, when Martin, who’s supposed to take over at that time, comes in to put the autopilot on.

I go and get a bus home. When there I have lunch and then lie on the floor and sleep for a bit.

H gets home, we have dinner and after dinner I mix Nothing But Green Grass. So that’s another one ready to go.

Stay up late watching TV. Bah.

airports, or recording studios or heaven

Up too late, breakfast.

I do manage to get to the bank with the two out of the four cheques I have to pay in that were made out to the correct me. Often they’re made out to a completely different me.

Also manage to get to the supermarket. The vibe is totally different from on a Sunday morning, which shouldn’t surprise me, but at some level I think of supermarkets as being somehow outside time, like airports, or recording studios or heaven.

(Actually, neither airports nor recording studios are outside time, and they can get very expensive if you relate to them wrongly, time-wise, but I always think of them operating differently in relation to time. Of heaven, of course, I have no idea.)

Home. Cook dinner, very early.

Haru gets home and we have dinner. I retire to the bedroom to remix the hypno thing, upload it and add another version of the guitar solo to Nothing But Green Grass. I suppose eventually I’ll put up with what I have and upload that.

Sorting tracks for the Passport show tomorrow.