improvisation gay cabaret

old, old friend D came round yesterday for an improvisation which was one of the longer ones, 25 minutes rendering now...

as soon as we'd done i had to get on my bike and race down to the pigalle club in picadilly for a rehearsal for the gig i did later on last night...

my end of the whole thing was only set up 2 days before and the promoter was one of the more disorganised promoters i've come across... it was a kind of gay cabaret / new artists night, hosted by a beautiful drag queen called miss K, a monthly affair that i will probably be playing the piano for again, one of these occasions where you have to put up with a fairly unsatisfactory organiser, (having to wait until 2:30am to get paid) for the sake of working...

so yesterday:

get up for work, cycle into town,
work, cycle home, set up improvisation,
improvise (which was lovely), cycle into town,
rehearse (which was insane), cycle home,
eat shabbat meal with my beautiful dinah (which was lovely), cycle into town,
wait around a great deal, do the gig, wait around a great deal, get paid, cycle home,
crawl into bed with my beautiful dinah...

we have announced our impending exit from this house which was the big news mentioned on monday, we can now plan our move out loud instead of in secret...

i have quite a few groovy things planned next week, an improvisation with a great singer, a recording of drums for stardust & the arrival of my new computer... it's all going on...

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