We go as far as despair and then say "Lord have mercy". Last week plunged the depths of despair, to the extent that I felt it necessary to write an email to Donbledore questioning his loss of religious fervour. This was not a criticism. I merely suggested that if he was suffering from an outbreak of sanity, then he would be best advised to return to the land of the sane.
He assured me that his belief, and that of Roger Borer, beast of terror, remains undiminished. This is, of itself something of a miracle, as they have spent the week in LA, cosying up to the machine.
At the same time that all things Vicarious teetered on the edge of the precipice, so did the world of KC. There was a fear that the corporate lawyers from Sanctuary would kill all love between the artists and their potential suitor, as they had done so successfully at Virgin
And then, with two phone calls on Friday evening, the world changed.
Donbledore reported that Ozzie Richardson, UK producer, had read and loved the Vicar script. And Merck, head of music at Sanctuary, pinned his colours to the mast in offering KC and DGM a contract that will allow them to continue being the creative souls he desires.
Which leaves us free to attend to the Art, which is entirely different can of worms, and one which, of itself, will ensure many late and sleepless nights.
"There is only one musician, in many bodies."
