Guildford from Plymouth was a beautiful drive up the A303, one of my favourite roads in the whole of the UK. It takes me past my roots in Somerset on up to where i first learnt to write poetry in Hampshire and across the Hogs Back into Guildford itself. Lots of hanging around is followed […]
Guildford from Plymouth was a beautiful drive up the A303, one of my favourite roads in the whole of the UK. It takes me past my roots in Somerset on up to where i first learnt to write poetry in Hampshire and across the Hogs Back into Guildford itself. Lots of hanging around is followed by lots more, and a soundcheck that took up some passing moments. It was a good show tonight, a great audience who we met after the show in the merch line. An hour of signings at the end of the night can take its toll, and for one i have to say the bell tolled for me, i was exhausted. However nice to see you to see you nice. My brother Lew came to see the show and he loved it, counting 9 new songs in the set, which is typical for an accountant, and i never knew that. That would never have happened in the past, this shows how great the new songs are. He was no too keen on the screen and the films, this part of the show is coming together gradually with each night and will be finely tuned and wonderful. On stage it was as if we were juggling 10 oranges, with each new chord or chorus another got chucked in the mix, this makes for a very difficult time and i have to balance my feelings, letting go of self often works, and i have too. Its not one of those sets where you can set the compass and glide away, you need to be at the tiller all the time. Gone are the days of dancing and letting it rip, the songs are not about that anymore they are more about performance and maturity. After the long night i had to leap in the car and race up the A3 to find my wife who had been involved in a car crash, she was fine but shaken and it terrifies me that in time and with one wink of an eye all life can change while i sit and sign my name on a ticket stub. I held her and she followed me home slowly into the night. Our show is coming together, we are two shows to the good and i think the next show will reveal all we need to know about the next few weeks. Meanwhile The Strypes are on tour also and racing through their set with much sweat and wisdom of youth. I can’t wait to see them this week. There they are at the other end of this musical tunnel heading towards us with a full wind behind them. Bed.