tomorrow i move to london.
i haven't written anything on this for over a month. in this time i have experienced numerous things that are worth noting:
1. my solo show at scy, which was both a pleasure to play and, thankfully, mildly successful. it was a pleasure to play with annie, and it was nice to play with my best friend matthew. people really seemed to enjoy the night, and it was the first showcasing of alot of my new songs.
2. i read les enfants terribles - it was incredible, the lyricism and imagery of jean cocteau's writing did, for me, wonders to re enforce the credability of his somewhat uncompromising visual art - the 'surrealist' tag he has burdened with being disproved, and instead the rich and humane ethic to his works certified.
3. i have been gradually getting ready to move to london - buying countless amounts of bulbs and blankets, suggesting there is nothing worse than being in the cold AND in the dark!
it seems i have forgotten the entirety of events that have happened in the passing month and a bit, but it mainly involved spending time with close friends, and savouring both lincolnshire and my family.
i hadn't really felt any emotion, other than sheer excitement, for tomorrow until last night. a surprisingly large group of my good friends joined me for a meal in my favourite restaurant in lincoln - roman's place, situated both picturesquely and conveniently behind both the castle and the pub!
after a few ciders and a lovely meal, we headed into town for more drinks and, ultimately, one final night out in scy.
it is so humbling to think that this group of people that i would call good friends would go out of their way to say goodbye to me before i move - and it was massively appreciated. thankyou.
so now - as the situation stands - i have packed the majority of my things - all my favourite records, books and dvds, all my acceptable clothes, all of my condements, ointments and delicates, and all of my indispensable instruments. i am ready to go. but first, i must bathe for one last time in a good few months, and get a good night's sleep before setting off bright and early tomorrow at 9.30AM.
thankyou lincolnshire, for being beautiful, a pleasure, ugly and unbearable. the same goes for my friends!
i have been listening to this song constantly for the last week:
they won't go when i go - stevie wonder
i first heard the song when performed at michael jackson's memorial service. it is sheer power, an epitome of soul and faith, and the piano and melody reminds me of nina simone. i think it's quite fitting for the situation as it stands..