12:50pm D. is making chips to accompany the nice flathead fillets we bought at Sydney Fish Market yesterday – perfect Saturday lunch or what? I love the fishmarkets, with the big strange pelicans waddling around. I amused myself with the thought of the moment when God created pelicans – “Here, bird, take THAT” as a stupidly long beak gets plastered on to what is already a fairly silly head. I can barely imagine what the bird was thinking as it stared at ME eating sushi on the other side of the glass.
Anyway, the teething troubles with the new site have begun, as I always knew they would. I promise I’ll iron everything out, but as ever, there just aren’t enough hours in the day. I need a team of Flash whizzkids, a couple of database masters and a project manager so I can get on with the second album.
1:17am The rain is teeming down out there. Its like December in Donegal. Only there’s no fire burning in the hearth and I’m waiting for the sunshine to come back.
Its been a rainy kind of day too. Moving slowly, not much happening. I finally plugged my whole studio back in tonight and started messing with a few sounds. The website has been so all-consuming its been driving me mad. And still will for quite some time. There’s much left to do. But I miss playing my guitar on stage – can’t wait to get gigging again when the album comes out. I’m putting the lyrics together for an online feature too, so that should be a bit of fun. Reading all those words that spilled from/through me during the making of ‘Angels In Drag’ leaves me wondering what life is, where the line should be drawn between art and locking oneself away for a bit due to suspect sanity.
I read a little bit of Michael Moore’s book Stupid White Men while having a leisurely bath this-morning. Scary stuff. Not that we didn’t know that those in charge of the US have, to say the least, suspect motivations and even more suspect abilities. I have all but given up hope of a sense of decency ruling the roost in world politics. I suppose that golden age of innocence is long gone… that doesn’t mean I am pessimistic about life, far from it. I just get mad at the domination of money, the fact that all things revolve around it, are swayed by it, blown out of all proportion by it. There has to be some avenue through the madness. Making a living from creating good music has become all but impossible… I will find a way, I can tell you that.
Maybe I should go to bed…