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Gigged last night at the Dorchester Hotel with the function band. Corporation of Ireland's Charity Ball. Sound problems all night, skillfully camouflaged by one and all. Feedback at start of gig because Irish fiddler on previous to us had a radio mic on same frequency as one of our singer's mics. Sorted quickly but noisily. Two songs through the second set my Fender Blues Deluxe (amplifier) blew up, and spluttered into silence with flatulent lack of grace. Thankfully one of the two sound engineers (Nigel) and I managed to reconfigure everything pretty quickly and we got me back up and running direct from FX into PA before the song had finished: but it rather put pressure on a chap. Keyboards said he hadn't heard me sound so good ever - bloody cheek! Nige, however, deserves a pat on the back, and a pint next time he's not driving. Think the company's called ESL. Anyone reading this from England who uses them, buy Nige a drink please, on the basis of what goes around, comes around.
Home by 3.00am.
Sleep by 4(ish).
Up at 9.45 to let nurse in for aged and sick father (84, multiple myoloma). and then to hospital for his bloods at 1pm.
Have been meaning to mail K Milligan & see how teeth are doing and whether he can remember if any of his nurses were pretty, but somehow it has (like so many other things this week) eluded me.
Weird - have gone from being elder son with glamorous girlfriend to being 'youngest daughter' and caring for aged parents, and what's worse, a single one a that. A year's a long time. Time enough for GG to find herself married and living a new life in a new country. Time for the Old Man to be diagnosed with something you'd really not want to happen to your worst enemy, never mind the best man I've ever met. Thinking about it, it's not that weird that I've turned into a carer in this case. But I think parents are probably the limit of one's endurance as well.
Might have to use Blackface Twin until I can find a fix.
The Marshall half-stack stays in the studio until I can afford a roadie again (which would be nice) as am not built to lift it with some of the 'get-ins' the function band has had, and it's a bit of a 'one trick pony'.
Still feeling a bit bad over John Kerry thing, but am bouyed up by the nature of the continuing debate over the nature of the American body politic. I am heartened by the level of debate and thinking going on in the politictoon forum. Some of the folk on there remind me of why I admire (& in general like) the US.
I no longer feel that the Republicans can hold on to either house unless something worse than John Kerry happens. I do feel, however, that once the present administration's tenure comes to an end, the Dems are going to have to proffer some sort of olive branch to them. Perhaps just not go after Bush et al like they deserve. Avoid impeachment or charges - ridicule will do: but that depends on how nasty the skeletons in the closet really are, & I have my suspiscions, alas. And in order to find out, the process has to be started: and once started, I'm not certain it could be stopped - thankfully not my decision. The US has to decide if it wants to wash its dirty linen in public, but in general I wouldn't recommend it unless some advantage can come of it.
Pension the blighters off and sentence them to life on the golf course, and complete political impotence everafter.
Unifying candidates from the Dems sound best of all - but who knows.
Dammit, got to go and cook for the crumblies.
Home by 3.00am.
Sleep by 4(ish).
Up at 9.45 to let nurse in for aged and sick father (84, multiple myoloma). and then to hospital for his bloods at 1pm.
Have been meaning to mail K Milligan & see how teeth are doing and whether he can remember if any of his nurses were pretty, but somehow it has (like so many other things this week) eluded me.
Weird - have gone from being elder son with glamorous girlfriend to being 'youngest daughter' and caring for aged parents, and what's worse, a single one a that. A year's a long time. Time enough for GG to find herself married and living a new life in a new country. Time for the Old Man to be diagnosed with something you'd really not want to happen to your worst enemy, never mind the best man I've ever met. Thinking about it, it's not that weird that I've turned into a carer in this case. But I think parents are probably the limit of one's endurance as well.
Might have to use Blackface Twin until I can find a fix.
The Marshall half-stack stays in the studio until I can afford a roadie again (which would be nice) as am not built to lift it with some of the 'get-ins' the function band has had, and it's a bit of a 'one trick pony'.
Still feeling a bit bad over John Kerry thing, but am bouyed up by the nature of the continuing debate over the nature of the American body politic. I am heartened by the level of debate and thinking going on in the politictoon forum. Some of the folk on there remind me of why I admire (& in general like) the US.
I no longer feel that the Republicans can hold on to either house unless something worse than John Kerry happens. I do feel, however, that once the present administration's tenure comes to an end, the Dems are going to have to proffer some sort of olive branch to them. Perhaps just not go after Bush et al like they deserve. Avoid impeachment or charges - ridicule will do: but that depends on how nasty the skeletons in the closet really are, & I have my suspiscions, alas. And in order to find out, the process has to be started: and once started, I'm not certain it could be stopped - thankfully not my decision. The US has to decide if it wants to wash its dirty linen in public, but in general I wouldn't recommend it unless some advantage can come of it.
Pension the blighters off and sentence them to life on the golf course, and complete political impotence everafter.
Unifying candidates from the Dems sound best of all - but who knows.
Dammit, got to go and cook for the crumblies.
