Thanks a lot JD Wheaterspoons for your contaminated chips - wiped out most of yesterday and feel bleugh again today. Bastards. It's potatoes, for goodness sake - keep them away from wheat!
Still, it's been a very interesting week all in all (and I did get two important Heidegger articles digested before the indigestible chips).
Dad's 85th was nice - gave him a happy pill, as not feeling great and had people to cope with. Just the ticket, he had such a great time! And the people came, family, good and not so! Best time was with Phil 'officially best of a bad lot' in Wetherspoons (see above, luckily I had 5 bean chilli - no after-effects) at Cleethorpes and I also had some of those very special biscuits afterwards to enjoy the dregs out of it all. Oh, lovely hedonism!
Except, poor old dad had more night-time terrors - and ongoing for the rest of the week - tricky!
Walk to Tetney with Kelly and the realisation that my month off the booze has helped me grow considerably in confidence in being-in-the-world, my Dasein dwelling home.
Played a gig at Mucky Muldoon's - 2 sets of 4 songs each. I felt very practised, it was great to meet my fellow performers and the two Grahams came along to cheer. It was a real learning experience. The first set went very well indeed - I managed to connect with the audience in creating a warm and cosy little world for fifteen minutes or so and was approached variously afterwards with very encouraging comments - you sound like Hugh Cornwall of the Stranglers, like Richard Ashcroft, your songs are like little stories, episodes, your guitar sounds great, what is that effect you used etc. And yet, the contrast with the second set of four songs couldn't be greater. The sweary supernova entered the arena and wasn't overly welcome. Applause was this time polite, restrained. I think I made people feel uncomfortable with either the politics or the out there swearing. But, it's okay. I'm glad to have tried these things out and I think I won't separate the songs out so markedly next time, just play them - after all, it's all the same song! I would very much like to be able to create an atmosphere in a room again, it's a very rewarding thing to connect with people in such a positive way.
I'm thinking of killing Twitter. I already killed Facebook. I realised that I just don't visit there any more. I find it annoying. Not quite as sheeply annoying as Facebook, but annoying all the same. I won't miss it and it won't miss me. Fuck it, the last post. Fly away, birdie!