From the kitchen table I can see the lights of ships in the Channel. As ever, I felt a distinct sense of being home as we drove into Kent. I don't come from here, neither do my parents, but it's where my family originated from and it's always had a special pull for me.
Last night I did one of the oddest things I've ever done. I opened the container which held my dad's ashes and spooned some of them into a small tin. That tin has stayed at home while the rest of it/him has come south with us. One day this week we're going to scatter his ashes in a place that meant a lot to him. Later in the year I'm taking the small amount in the tin, to London, to the place he had his happiest and most carefree days. It's all symbolic nonsense of course. But at the moment this feel like the right thing to do.
For tonight though, I'm going to have a glass of the local wine and get some sleep.
When I say 'we completed the recording' I really mean it. Those vocal parts were the very last things to go on the album (assuming we don't discover something hideous during the listening party).
Mixing is underway and we'll soon be listening back, making notes and sorting out any final tweaks. Then it's off to be mastered and pressed. Do you press CDs? Probably not.
There will be a release show, almost certainly in a really good pub. I will post details.
This album has had an interesting life and I can't wait to hear the final version.
Here I am, all cheerful, about to play some wonderful rock/jazz/funk music. A few people have asked about this bass, which I've been using a lot. It's an Ibanez GWB35, designed by Gary Willis and an incredibly great bass for the price if you're into five stringed fretless basses. Mine came from Manson's Guitar Shop in Exeter, which I would highly recommend to anyone.
In our house (and in the car) we listen to a wide range of music. As she's grown up Freya has expressed interest in everything from King Crimson to The Beatles to Richard Stauss. But she's also keen on more straightforward children's songs. An awful lot of these can sound cloying and annoying after a few listens but, one man has managed to produce albums of songs that work for her, her younger brother and the rest of us.
Nick Cope, once of Oxford band The Candyskins (and possibly someone I went to school with) is that man. We love his songs. Freya's first independant CD purchase was one of his albums (My Socks) and even Jude, at two, can be heard singing what he thinks the lyrics are while he's playing with his alarmingly large collection of toy tractors.
Of course, we haven't left yet. So the next post could well be all about how we nearly saw and heard Nick Cope. We'd better get going.
We took a trip out to the local park where they have a tiny steam railway. Jude and I took a ride on it and then, as we walked away, he kept going back to the fence and waving to the people on the trains. Or possibly he was waving to the trains.