Friday 6th of February, 2009
And so forth.
A day variously spent rendering tracks to MP3 for upload to the JP.com site and uploading them, doing further explorations of the miracle-working iZotope RX software, discussing and finally deciding against going to Dorset very early tomorrow morning, on account of inclement weather. And so forth.
For dinner I go to the fish and chip shop to get kebab and chips. A group of the local studentry come in, one of whom hangs about in the doorway, so that the one place in the area that might be guaranteed to be warm becomes chilly. I'm sure that the people behind the counter don't mind too much, as chip shops can become oppressively hot.
Anyway, home, dinner, beer and television.
Tuesday 6th of February, 2007
This speeds everything up quite a lot.
6:30 - Rise.
6:45 - Sitting.
7:20 - Breakfast.
8:00 - Haru goes to work and I begin working on the job I downloaded yesterday. It quickly becomes clear to me that I can do a lot of the retouching with layers, which means that if I need to change anything (which I probably will) I won't have altered the original file irrevocably. Also it means I can set up a template and drag the bits of artwork into the layer folders that contain the particular treatment they need. This speeds everything up quite a lot. The odd thing is the technique came to me without any thought (I'd previously done jobs differently).
10:00 - To Walker.
Maisying, with a break for lunch and conversation at 13:00.
18:20 - Leave Walker and return home.
Haru's cooking dinner when I arrive. I decide not to go out again for physical exertions.
19:15 - Dinner. Japanese food involving rice. Very nice, anyway.
20:00 - Back to the colouring in I began this morning.
22:10 - I stop colouring in and listen to some recordings I made a while ago. I should really complete them.
Monday 6th of February, 2006
Meh.
Haruko comes into the living room at 8:30 - I couldn't get to sleep last night and was very restless (again) and moved to the sofa so as not to wake her up. I go back to the bed and sleep until 11:00. Then I have breakfast. Then I go and lie down again. Some kind of mild flu. Meh.
Fighting it will just prolong it, and affect my ability to do things while I have it.
So nothing really is done today, although there's a delivery for H.
Writing emails.
I shower and go to the Movements class, though. Glad I did, as it's given me different energy. Revivified.
Back home. Answering emails writing this, soon to bed.
The question is, will I get to sleep tonight?
(Without the normal markers in my day - set rise time, set meal times - the day doesn't really have any kind of identity. Odd.)
Friday 6th of February, 2004
I earn my plate of chips, at least.
Sluggish getting up again, but I perk up when I realise that I have a morning to prepare as a guitarist, rather than as a manufacturer of mechanically recovered cartoon animals. I clear and hoover an area of floor and then begin with some NST primaries. A pretty desultory beginning - I can't believe how much I've let slip in the last week. Oh well. Now on to preparing the Monique material.
This also doesn't go well, but I manage to write a few patches, and organise them a bit. I wonder whether I might string the Godin in NST for a while.
Thence to Wimbledon, where Monique and Nigel pick me up and we make our way to Maidenhead. It's a nice little theatre, huge dressing room and it quickly becomes apparant to me that I'm way out of my depth. A lot of the set is complicated stuff I've never seen before. I rush around trying to organise patches. I manage to split each set into a nylon and a steel string half, so I only need to change guitars once each set. I'm actually doing pretty well even in the face of the sure knowledge that I'm going to make an arse of myself. Somewhere in here the bassist, Jerome, turns up. Into the changing room and the stage clothes, then out again in front of a small but perfectly formed audience. The other three set out to entertain them, while I squint at my score and throw out occasional chords, hopefully the right ones. My monitor is also very low, so the only person unaware of all the wrong notes I'm playing is me. Let's just say, when I'm introduced the applause is more muted.
Worse than the songs I don't know are the ones I do. Many very ugly notes are played. And I just keep grinning away.
The second half is occasionally better - Rouge is disastrous from my point of view, but I do some very convincing Gilmour-isms on one song (sadly however, I later find out that that wasn't what she had in mind...) and nice noodlings elsewhere. I earn my plate of chips, at least.
The song L'aigle noir is an official catastrophe from my point of view, though. And anybody else who heard my playing on it, come to that.
I get my chips after the show, and tell Nigel and Monique what my afternoon commitment is tomorrow, at which they insist that I do that. Although, perhaps they don't want a repeat performance any more than I do. They run me home, and I decide to call off my participation in tomorrows show and go for the Brighton thing. And rethink what I'm going to do for Monique. All on nylon string I think.
And I'll learn the bloody chords.
Thursday 6th of February, 2003
Largely because I can.
I get half a morning of Britten done before I have to jet off to the Dental examination. I also listen to Joe's CD a few times to try to familiarise myself with the songs. Then I walk up to Shaftesbury Avenue. Largely because I can.
The Dental thing is painless (because it's a check-up - duh!). Just some cleaning to do , despite the fact that the Tories may still have been in power the last time I had a check up. My teeth have been very good to me, even though I've been rotten to them. Treat 'em mean, keep 'em keen (try to keep 'em clean). I book an appointment for the hygienist.
On the way out I check that my optician's appointment has registered. It hasn't. I make another one for tomorrow morning. So that's all right. Then I come home to get stuck into finish running the Britten into galleys, and then do some font stuff.
Necessity demands that I do some ironing, so I do. Quite a lot of ironing, actually. And I listen to The Amber Spyglass while attempting to record it for a nephew. I'm listening to it more, I think, than is good for me.
Bed on time-ish.
Wednesday 6th of February, 2002
I wish I could remember
I wish I could remember - I was tired and didn't go the the VAC again, choosing rather to sit at home and stare dismally into space
