musician angry neighbour

O came round today & me & K played through some of nippy's tunes with him, he being our new bass player, so we had bass, keys & guitar, 3/5ths of the band...

i really like O, he's a great bass player and he's got just the right attitude...

we're playing as a band @ the party we're having in this house on august 6th... odd to invite random people to that but if you fancy it...? drop me a comment and i'll send you an invite (north london based)...

after O left K went off to teach & i was alone in this big old rambling house, i put on that gorgeous verve remixed album (the first one) and found myself dancing on my own, in the kitchen... i love dancing, but i rarely dance, too self-conscious generally... really nice to just have the place to myself, just after having worked hard as a musician as well... really nice to be reminded that that's what i am, the skills of running a rehearsal cross over with the skills of being a music teacher...

nice work if you can get it...

then after the dancing i went upstairs to T's piano and worked on the tune, connie, tightening up the edges, still one of two bits that need attention, trying to have a rough idea of the atmosphere of the improvised sections, partly crystalised since i decided to name it for my brand new niece, the notion of a new baby in the world, exploring slowly at first, so my two main improvised sections have to be recognisably different in tone, the first will be almost shy, exploratory... fragile, the second more confident, faster, more at home...

i love writing music, the whole process, the initial inspiration, the fleshing out, the gradual finishing... the mix of improvised and worked out sections in the finished tune, the gradually approaching deadline of the recording, set now for next wednesday, 1.00 pm...

midway through my piano playing the doorbell went, being the only one in i went and answered the door to find our friendly next door tree surgeon... only he wasn't so friendly... our bush is massive... it so needs cutting back, gets in our way when we try and get out through the gate, must get in pedestrians way as it bulges out almost half way into the pavement...

so one of our number must have attacked it last night (or maybe earlier today), and put the cut off branches in the open trailer of the tree surgeon...

and he was not a happy man, i've met him several times before and he's really nice, so his frothing at the mouth is nothing like anyone else's frothing at the mouth but it sure is frothing at the mouth...

f**king neighbours... mixed with a customary politeness, very odd...

he dumped the branches back into our garden, in fact as i'm relating it it so reminds me of when our next door neighbour T, dad of M & S got angry when we'd rolled a snowball of snow around his garden, (we were 8ish), spoiling his nice snow and littering his garden with the offending snowball... i don't think i'd seen many real angry people before and i was deeply shocked when he took the (quite large) snowball and threw it over the fence...

sheltered child (sheltered from anger certainly) as i was..

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