internet cafe

so here i am in this internet cafe just across from turnpike lane station, uploading the improvisation i recorded yesterday afternoon...

life is proving a touch difficult recently what with the moving, the not sleeping enough, the not having balthazara yet and the continued nonsense from the old housemates about taking her... i find i'm a little more fragile than usual which is not surprising i guess, i might get myself some arnica, carry it around like a i used to...

this week i did two gigs on wednesday and thursday nights, wednesday night was in the poshest flat i've ever seen in my life, over in holland park and it paid pretty well, it was with G & T, G who is one of my search&reflect apprentices and T who me & dinah met while out celebrating G's new baby girl...

we played three sets of 45 minutes each, the same amount of time i used to do with that piano gig back in the summer but much easier because i had bass and sax with me... we also had the maddest cabbie soming back to north london that i've ever had, he deserved more than a sentence so i'll devote a bit more to him in another post...

thursday night T's band played at the 12 bar with a promoter we've played with before who always - without fail - cuts our set short, it's because we don't bring any audience, every time we do a gig for him we say we're never going to play for him again but we've played 3 times for him...

this time we played 4 out of our 10 tunes and he came up and said one more, we played two more, while packing up i asked T if we could never play another gig with him, the promoter was walking behind me as i said it and he definately heard..

i hope we don't do anymore gigs with him but you never know...

ok enough blogging, i'm going to read from the proust book i'm reading until it's uploaded... x