Breaking up is... hard
But, of course, when the work was done, and I'd finished carting wheelbarrow loads of rubble to the back garden, and my blistered hands had stopped shaking, and I was eating a nice dinner in the open air, I felt a sense of achievement.
I know that some people will be happy with me for doing things like this, while the fact that I spent a year writing, playing on and recording an album means (pretty much) nothing to them. Oh well.
In other news, over the last week I've made contact with the two key members of an early band of mine. Will this lead to any new projects? In one case probably not (she's not played the drums for nearly twenty years) but in the other, quite possibly.
Bridge Street and Soul Beaver are reforming for gigs. Richard Drummer has been working hard on the Marillion tour but should be home soon. Richard Guitarist has fought his way through piles of paperwork, Emma Singer is (I suspect) ready to sing again. I'm waiting to hear more details about the depping gigs I've been asked to do - but what I want more than anything is to get back on stage with my friends and make music. That's where I feel I'm really achieving something.