This year you’re going to be hearing LOTS from me! I’ll be posting lots of gigs, lots of new recordings, yada-yada-yada…
Yeah, you’ve heard this before, haven’t you Diary. “I’m going to write to you all the time from now on! I know I’ve been shit up to now, but I can change! I can change!! I’m going to make such an effort – it’ll be like it’s a New Me! You’ll see… pithy posts and witty insights left, right and centre! You’ll be dazzled!”
Total fucking silence for 6 months.
But you know what, I’m not even going to apologise for it this time.
Which is not to suggest I don’t have anything better to do than sit in front of 4OD on the computer noting down timings on a spreadsheet. Because I really really do. Christmas is less than a fortnight away and I haven’t bought anyone presents yet. But this was a documentary that took me from curiosity and cheerful anticipation to bafflement to shock and eventually to cool fury.
But I’m getting ahead of myself here. Start at the beginning.
For which I apologise. You might remember I mentioned something about an album, ‘Joy & Jealousy’? My first solo project, of all-traditional songs ‘n’ tunes? It took about a year and a half to make, and the album was unleashed on a vulnerable public on 21st September, at the Old Fire Station Theatre in the centre of Oxford. More on that in a bit…
And since the launch, if I’m honest, I’ve basically been slouched on the sofa watching telly.
Actually, that’s not true at all. It just feels like that when I look at my mountainous To Do List, featuring ‘Now you need to promote the damn thing’ plus ‘All the other shit you should have got done over the last 1.5 years’.
Just building up to releasing the album it felt like I was proofing sleeve notes while being interviewed on the radio while opening the door with my toes. And I felt ON IT. I felt like I was getting so much work done. In the vacuum after the urgency of the launch… it’s just been hard to get back into the groove.