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Wednesday went very well.
More than 200 people turned up at St M's.  G & J unable to attend: G bedridden now with Parkinson's, J attending to him constantly.
Many from CAFOD. A few formidable old boys and girls from Fleet Street. All went off v. well. Good speech from Mike.
I thanked Doctors etc. Food was alright. Then I was a man beset by four aunts, which sounds like something out of Wodehouse, excepting they were all Irish (Ma's sisters). Good family gossip and catch up with the Irish side.
Mum's coping.
Studio yesterday morning for 11am. Left studio at 3.30 for soundcheck at 6pm - had to pick up vocalist at 5. Arrived at  venue at 6.15. Soundcheck. Onstage at 10pm. Finished at 12, packed up and paid by 1am. Home by 2 - journey much easier without school run/rush hour traffic.
The amp works well, however.

I'll miss Dad lots.
So will all the folk that knew him.
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As a correction to last night's post: Fripp nicked/was influenced by/borrowed the final 5th movement from Bartok's 4th string quartet - the pizzicato section is the 4th movement. (Beethoven late quartets exhibit the same violence and intellectual astringency.)
Mind you, my tastes run pretty catholic.

Thinking about the huge demographic shifts happening in Iran. My chum K Milligan reckons that withdrawing from Iraq will be as good as handing it to Iran. However, I'm begining to think otherwise. I think Iran is in the process of transformation. (It may be my lefty past, but there are times when I still think structuralism has more to say about situations than a simple reductive approach.) Iran is very interesting at the moment. A huge proportion of its population are under 30, and they have an agenda somewhat different to the Iranian establishment. Just as the 'Baby Boomers' in the West changed society by their numbers so, I think, on a smaller scale, will Iran be changed. Again, probably is one of those 'Lap of the Gods' situations (but so many things are).
I don't know if we actually have to do anything about Iran at all - I think it might just happen all of its own accord if we do other things right.
Will think more on't. I doubt, however, that as a position it would be a vote winner.

List of Quacks and Angels to thank. They've all been brilliant. And I'll tell 'em so in no uncertain terms.
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Sunday.

Oh well...
Life is, as we all know, a transient thing. What Camille Paglia termed as 'The Outrage of Incarnation' ends in the tragedy of the loss of incarnation, and the death of persona/personae.
I've started getting over the outrage part, but only at the expense of appreciating the tragedy. Damn, I miss my angry and uncaring youth.
I still, however, find no excuse for the warble in the Opera Singer's voice.
It's even worse when they attempt Bach with a modern vibrato. Whatever happened to the note, pure and unadorned, in the right place with the right inflection?
I also have to face other facts: I am no longer the musician who took such pleasure in the bratty outrage of rock 'n' roll. I have replaced an encyclopedic knowledge of Led Zeppelin, The Beatles, and The Stones et al, with a love (but less of an understanding) of 'Classical' music, and this process has been ongoing for more than twenty-five years.
In my pretentious, angry, and uncaring youth, I attempted to transcribe bits of Bartok's 3rd string quartet for electric guitar.  (Bob Fripp nicked the Pizzicato movement of Bartok 4 for his 'Larks Tongues in Aspic pt II'; so there was precedent.) Thereafter I had a love/hate relationship with the extreme modernists, and perversely, Bach; which ran alongside a love of American influenced vernacular music.
But the past ten years, of choice, all I've listened to is BBC Radio 3. I've made the excuses; that I was setting up my harmonic vocabulary for the day: if I were to be arranging or writing parts I'd often find I'd recycle ideas I'd been listening to on Radio 3 during the drive into the studio - often combining something obvious and tuneful with post-Stravinsky dissonance or even atonality.
But in fact I listen to pop and rock music to dissect it; in terms of sounds, arrangements, and production. Most of it doesn't do it for me, anymore.
Sibelius, though, is a different matter. As is Beethoven.
I play in studios, I play in function bands; occasionally I teach, when I can be bothered, and only if the pupil can convince me he/she is serious and prepared to do the work - but I no longer love it. It is no more my east and west, and its breadth seems as narrow as the horizons of a teenage mind - which as we know, centres on girls (if you're that way inclined), money, and getting off one's face, to employ an argot of recent past. Or there's Kurt, godblesshispoorsoul, and his ilk, with whom I have much sympathy, and to whom I can still listen (just about).
But after the sound of the Dual Rectifier (Mesa's Metal Head), there hasn't been anything new.
We've just lived through the songwriting equivalent of the Elizabethan age of Dramatists. After Marlowe, Shakespeare, and Jonson, it all went downhill for some time. The irony of the fact is that just as we achieve the ability to record and store information on a vast scale, all the great great creative genii are doing something else - probably computer games.
I know, because I'm part of it - I'm good at what I do (when I can be bothered), but I can't say I'm a genius - but actually, when I look at all the people around me - all of whom are educated and talented - I still don't see genius.
Remember: Genius is the enemy (or overlord) of even the very good indeed.
There is no obvious Goethe, no Schiller, no Eliot: and this is because learning isn't valued for its own sake, merely for its application or relevance. Even the Dandyish Bohemian intellectual is a stereotype so long past its sell by date it is almost antediluvian.
Vespasian joked upon his death that he must be turning into a god.
I feel I'm alive, but slowly becoming fossilised.

Funeral Wednesday.
Will finish short speech tomorrow, & rehearse it exactly twice.
Will probably have to amend it when Mike gets here anyway.

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Psalm 22 (23 in Scotland).
Psalm 129
I Corinthians Ch 15 v 50-57.
A conventional and trite set of choices in some respects; and unifying; binding; and bringing together: there is often purpose in cliche. The commonplace is universally understood, which is why it's commonplace. We despise the ordinary as individuals, but collectively, ordinary is a value denoting a degree of social coherence, at least when ritualised.
Broad of church and broad of mind...
We're all still a bit sad, but given that we did our utmost, and that Dad died easily and painlessly, it's not as bad as it could be.

On another matter: I seem to have caught a bad case of advertising athwart my blog, to which I would normally object: however, one seems to be for a tearoom in Sussex. I will check it out and report. If any good I won't change my account type and the advertising can stay. If not...

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Funeral next Wednesday, 12.10. Told everyone that needed telling (I hope).
Donations to: CaFOD, Oxfam, Red Cross, or Amnesty.
Simple service. Pared down funeral with remainder of cost going to charity. Feed people not profits. Whatever his opinion, he was above all a human being, and felt for other human beings. Mother bearing up, as the phrase is. Rest of us coping in our own fashions.

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