The Crims left yesterday's rehearsals in a state of cortex-fried dribblingness. Six hours of Crimsonising can do that to you. There is nothing much left of me after a rehearsal, not even for a dinner with The Team. The good news is, we are in a better condition than when we went to 12th. & Porter some 13 months ago. We are looking at the existing repertoire, in addition to several new pieces in varying stages of completion. How completed completion may be by the end of this week is uncertain. Most likely is a fair amount of Crimson ProjeKcting.
We hope for a sympathetic audience, prepared to accept draft proposals for future repertoire rather than definitive texts. That is, an audience that accepts the train wrecks in the same spirit in which they are offered - amazement, astonishment, bewilderment & good humour. Several of the train wrecks yesterday were more like, the embankment is demolished as the train goes over it, rather than the train falls off its tracks.
Today, I have been gentle towards myself. Some reading, some Diary editing and a call to Mr. Drummer - Jeff Campitelli of the Joe Satriani band - who has just become a father. The 1997 G3 tour remains the most enjoyable touring experience of my career & I hope to persuade them to take out G4 some time in the future.
Meanwhile, Toyah is with her Parents at their riverside cottage and I have, bravely, run through two of the new Crim Nuovo Metal pieces. The form is gently taking hold of me.
"The work of one supports the work of all."
