Hill End Camp Festival, Oxford (with bubbles)

On Saturday I went to a festival with the family. There were all sorts of eco friendly things going on. Making large butterflies out of willow, bubble blowing (the one in the picture was the size of a three year old child), clay pot making, nature trails, you name it. We all had a great time, although I would probably have enjoyed it more had the organizers thought to have a food tent. The one place I would have bet money on finding a veggy burger had nothing.

Not that I'm complaining. Anywhere that treats children well and gives adults a chance to be more than their children's keepers has got to be good.


New Album News

After a frightening week relating to the dayjob I have almost relaxed back to where I was. The most obvious ongoing project at the moment (aside from learning to be a father of two) is the album I'm making with John Marcell in Texas. I've never been to Texas, although I'd love to one day, but through the amazing powers of the interweb we've been able to send files containing music and collaborate in a way that wouldn't have been possible a few years ago. Well, it would have been possible but only with a large budget and a long time on the dial-up modem.

So far we have about half an hour of basic tracks with much backward and forwarding of material to come and then some expert mixing (not from me, obviously).

It's an album I've wanted to make since I got to know John and I'm keen to hear how it will end up.



Yesterday was a Monday and I noticed on Twitter that the hashtag ‘hatemondays’ was trending. Sorry, if you’re not interested in Twitter, most of that won’t make any sense.

Anyway – many people, it seems, don’t like, in fact actively hate Mondays. I felt sad about this as it meant a lot of folks actively hate a seventh of their lives, at least. I started yesterday in good spirits and was enjoying the more positive aspects of my dayjob.

But then it started going wrong. Someone came into my classroom and asked if I was ok. I told them, yes, I was fine. Then, an hour or so later, someone else asked if I felt alright. They couldn’t tell me exactly why they were concerned but obviously I was giving off signs of someone feeling less than happy with their place in the world.

Was I though? By mid-morning my mood was dropping through several layers of confident into a sort of sub-basement of, not depression, but something like it.

I went home in the early evening and after saying goodnight to my children and wife, sat in the front room feeling flat. Nothing, not even music, could pull me out of it. I said out loud, “Monday has defeated me.” The I went to sleep.

Today (Tuesday) is a new day and everything is good. No one is concerned, I feel fine and whatever Monday’s influence was has dissipated. Do I hate Monday’s? No, of course not. But I will be watching out for them.