Robert Fripp's Diary

Bredonborough The scent of Autumn

17.04

Bredonborough.

The scent of Autumn is unmistakeably in the air. Monday morning, Tuesday morning, and again this morning: Autumn is here. It has a particular taste I associate with both Autumn & my first day on the School playing-field, the third day of my attendance, at Queen Elizabeth’s Grammar School, Wimborne. Today, Autumn is better than on the School playing-field in 1957.

An easy beginning-morning, arriving back from too much travelling. Then a morning in front of the computer, e-frenzying. An afternoon organising gently in the cellar & at World HQ, now back at the computer. Today’s variety of subjects: online copyright violation (a commonplace issue), piracy, Guitar Craft, DGM trademark, checking artwork.

17.46 Packing for DGM HQ…

23.16  DGM HQ.

An evening drive to DGM via Wilton & a catching-up with Mr. Romain, Antique Dealer of Wonderment & Delight. Mr. Romain, now in his late seventies, knew most of the major houses in the West Country, their owners & a proportion of their contents.

On arrival at DGM, our landlord was still at work in the Village Store & Post Office. This is the life of small establishments: long hours, low pay, and dealing with regulations aimed at regulating large undertakings, and which large undertakings are able to process with a relatively small percentage of their total resources. Mr. Fry brought me up to speed on various interesting arisings, such as the good health of a pear tree in DGM Park. It had been given him by a retired fruit grower who had moved to the village a few years ago. The retiree had had quite enough of fruit trees, so removed this one from the garden of his retirement home & gave it to Mr. Fry. This, and news of various thefts, such are the stuff of country life in the Noughties.

Inside the office: a message on the DGM answer-machine from Captain Eno, seeking a Rock God. I am that God.

Now, to an inbox of 264.

00.07  Sometimes enough is already too much. Enough.