Put the magazine to bed and signed off the pages today. Stayed at Al and Elizabeth's last night and predictably it all got messy. Al was in the doghouse this morning because he had to catch an early train to York. Elizabeth's six months' pregnant and was not impressed with our behaviour. Apart from caining 10 bottles of Kronenberg and Belgian beer, we also drank a full bottle of sherry, I can still taste the sickly stuff. We also smoked several joints and got completely trashed. Got to bed at 3am. Not good, but managed to get into work for 10am and had a bacon and egg sandwich from the canteen and several coffees.
Al had a copy of Pete Townshend performing Lifehouse on DVD, which we watched. What a fantastic gig, it reminded me of, and is on a par with, Brian Wilson's smile. Townshend played acoustic and was backed by the BBC orchestra. I saw him as an inspirational artist and for the first time realised how restrictive The Who were/are for his talents. But he's also a rocker and can do it solo and The Who undoubtedly gave him energy and a release. The fact that he didn't go crazy, as Brian Wilson did over Smile, is testament to the support he got from within the who - which led of course to the brilliant Who's Next album.
It transported me back to the 70s when we used to listen to Townshend's solo album Who Came First, a place I was happy to be as a lot of my writing at the moment, the poetry collection, is set in the 70s. Elizabeth also had a print of a kandinsky picture on the shelf which in my stoned state I became transfixed with. I'm into colour at the moment and I'm learning a lot by studying Kandinsky.
Invetiably we put Rough Mix and revelled in our performance at The Spotted Cow, circa 1988, with much mutual backslapping and reminiscing. Andy Reid was in our thoughts . Al played some of his own songs he's demoing next week in a studio in Wales. In the context of the evening the songs sounded good, he just needs the confidence and balls to deliver a strong vocal performance like he did all those years ago at The Cow. I'm sure he has it in him and look forward to hearing the results.
This is only writing I'll achieve today. On the train I'll veg out and read a profile of Samuel Beckett in a magazine. I also need to get a new auto pencil a Drafix. I'm very close to finishing the first section of the book and can't wait to go back to ot.
My wife tells me a copy of Naked Lunch has arrived. This could provide the final piece of the jigsaw and hopefully help with structuring the book. I'm still reading Ulysses, it takes a smuch effort as writing my own book. I've given up trying to work it out, I just read each page at a time and get lost in the beauty of the language and admire its audaciousness.
Looks like we'll be moving next month. My plan is to be mortgage free in two years. Looking forward to the weekend, would like to go and see Capote at the cinema. My son is having his postponed birthday party - I have to make a treasure map.
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