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Thu 11th July
WARM perfumes like a breath from vine and tree
Drift down the darkness. Plangent, hidden from eyes,
Somewhere an eukaleli thrills and cries
And stabs with pain the night's brown savagery.
And dark scents whisper; and dim waves creep to me,
Gleam like a woman's hair, stretch out, and rise;
And new stars burn into the ancient skies,
Over the murmurous soft Hawaian sea.

And I recall, lose, grasp, forget again,
And still remember, a tale I have heard, or known,
An empty tale, of idleness and pain,
Of two that loved - or did not love - and one
Whose perplexed heart did evil, foolishly,
A long while since, and by some other sea.

 Rupert Brooke, 1913.

Fri 5th July
Just finished reading Joe Gardner's new book of Short Stories, Oh, Vienna!
It's every bit as good as his novel & includes many of the same characters at different times in their life. Meanwhile the official book launch for The Life & Loves of Jet Tea is happening in London on 7th Aug & we'll be playing a set, probably with Rachel from England & The April for that 3rd harmony. And I just found out there's a grand piano at the venue.. well that's gonna be something seeing as I got two to rehearse on now! (There's a beautiful old Steinway where I work.) Here's the event page: Book Launch

I've gone & got myself an iPhone so I'm poncing about with things like Instagram if anyone wants to exchange fellowship: Instaglen

So many links huh, and what about the music? It will come. I can barely leave the house & have a drink without very nearly getting arrested, such is the state the world reduces me to, so I may as well use this time to save money, play piano, read my new 8 volume complete works of Shakespeare & who knows, maybe the songs will come:


Tue 2nd July
First day in my new job tonight, working behind the bar at the oldest social club in England, a quaint members joint in the village, established 1858. It's frequented by old geezers drinking ale & playing bridge, and suits my current lifestyle down to the ground without trespassing beneath. Lars leaves London town today & we had a fine farewell festival in Camden the other night.

I'm fairly bursting with happiness, surrounded by (far too many) books & flowers (I buy armfuls daily) and sober as the days are long. Reading Swedish author August Strindberg and fleetfoot dancing through the world once more. The huddling insecure still club together in dusty corners to disarm & bind me in their cowardly, indiscriminate hoards, and all too often rude strength is brought down by scheming weakness but while there's air to be breathed I'll be on your side, alive, alone, and you are painfully welcome.

Wimbledon
Hmm, hello there. Have we met? I bought a grand piano, an English rose china tea set & moved into an old people's home in Wimbledon. I've barely seen a soul in weeks, I've changed my number & I've converted my kitchen into a botanic library, and finally things feel right again.

I dunno what the date is, save that it's the first week of the Wimbledon tennis tournament 2013, and though times have been testing of late, this week the light shaft broke the subfusc & I learned to be thankful once more.

You might call this a break from music indeed, as I've not thought upon that ever-pressing concern so much as how to enhance my new grannyflat without sacrificing it's native essence.

So what happened that can possibly be spoken of? I had to leave the nuthouse, and barely have a photo of how I fixed up the place, but you can see something of my painting on the East Wing from this snap of Lars, Jet Tea & Myself:



I had to leave Ealing with next to no notice, so now I'm wearing tartan slippers & eating cherry scones in this home surrounded by books & flowers, with my 50's Columbia record player & pink carpet. The town is awash with rich international tennis types, and even the giant Morrisons store has changed it's name & sign to Murraysons, with a huge tennis ball for an 'o' in support of our national hope in the tournament.

Had a run-in with Mr (Russell) Brand Sr. over a pretty actress (I won), caught up with Eng'ape Jae at his 30th (music soon) and am now beginning to re-structure a creative future with our little miracle Edvina (London show on Aug 7th).

No idea what I'm going to do with this website but I'm back in the world for the moment at least. And now I have a camera.

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