norway emptying a flat new life for old

closing in on connie, six days left 'til the recording and it's getting there - slowly,

i was playing it just now and i was struck by how similar an act it seems to the norwegians, claiming back land from the sea, 2 weeks ago this piece was a loose structure, some firm melodic/arrangement ideas and the rest improvisation... the sea, if you will,

as time goes on i take more of the playing that is... natural, that just comes out when i sit at the piano, and i examine it and fix it so that i do the same each time, instead of the ebb & flow of improvised arrangements which is how i normally play...

claiming back land (fixed melodies, arrangements) from sea (improvised arrangements),

whilst still keeping lagoons and streams, to push the analogy just a little further, i still have improvised sections, some left hand, some right hand, some both...

i've said it before i know, but i love writing music...

the other act that's going on beside this creativity is the clearing of josiah's old flat, the keys have to back with the housing association on monday, met with S today, one of the caretakers on the estate and we cleared the big objects, the bed, cooker, fridge, washing machine,... the fate of the big wicker chair that josiah used to call the porn chair and a small table that auntie E calls the threpenny bit table, once i've settled their final location (probably by the bins waiting for someone to pick them up if they want them) it's just about throwing everything out, recycling what i can (& can be arsed to), mopping the floor, giving it a cursory clean... saying goodbye...

i feel a little as though it has died, the kind of ritual you go through with the body of someone you loved, you still love, although they're no longer there, the time set aside for mourning, laying the body out for a few days, the wake... me & spski passed by the flat this afternoon after a trip to manolis, spski said it was odd seeing a flat with the soul taken out of it...

and just as this flat passes away a new life comes along, when i got to the estate this afternoon i found S sat on his barrow, (which he'd brought to move the heavy things from the flat) talking with D, auntie E's son, expectant father, auntie E was @ the hospital with D's girlfriend, D didn't have keys to his mums flat and was waiting to get a bag and go back to the hospital, he already had the pub worked out where he was going to have a drink afterwards, it hadn't happened by then but it must have happened by now, (mind you, some labours can be long, long, long)...

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