Now, one hour of checking equipment programmes & listening through some tasty string changes, it's time to say hello to my world: telephony awaits.
16.32 Four hours of hands-on. It's surprising how exhausting writing rehearsals are, although 32 years of experience suggests this should be utterly unsurprising. Buts it's always the same: the blank canvas in front, waiting for the subject to fall upon it - naked or draped, figurative or abstract, reflective or driving, & other better metaphors which escape my addled wits.
I have no idea how Crimson will be able to record its studio album this fall.
"How we hold our pick is how we organise our life."
