i'm listening to this weeks improvisation, trying to decide whether i should do it again on friday, or even in the next half hour...
some pretty ugly distortion on the rhodes which i could hear when i was improvising but i thought wasn't being recorded...
to do it again would be against the ethos of the improvisations but...
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so earlier tonight i was sat in jai krishna waiting for my food... i was just about to start reading this neil gaiman book of short stories... i'd taken off my glasses...
a scarf with something wrapped inside it hit me in the side of the head...
earlier on i got home and i'd napped... for a little too long... and i was in (still am) a bit of a strange headspace because of that...
mind you just before this i'd been cycling home and a falling leaf had hit me in the face and this had freaked me out a little...
anyway i didn't take at all kindly to this scarf hitting me in the side of the head and even when i saw it was C who used to live in this house, with her man E, who she'd met when she helped me & josiah load up E's van with all josiah's stuff which E was driving down to brighton...
i could barely raise a smile...
we spoke briefly and i went back to the book...
it wasn't until i'd read a short story that i could return to them and start talking normally...
amazing how vulnerable one can be when without glasses...
so in this neil gaiman book i read a story called the price which began with the idea that, just as tramps used to leave marks on gate posts to tell each other what kind of household it was... perhaps cats do the same thing...
and william burroughs had expressed exactly the same idea in the cat inside which i read on saturday...
nice confluence
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i've decided to keep the improvisation... it's uploading now...
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