So that's the half term? I've been at home all week.
Must have blinked. Missed it.

Finished the decorating in the second bedroom midweek, and then spent most of the afternoon Wednesday assembling the bunk beds we bought that morning. Somehow we have shuffled the furniture around and created considerably more floor space than we had before despite having the three girls now sharing. Gave E and F two nights on their own to give them time to adjust to the new beds, and then last night moved Baggins into the cot bed vacated by E as she moved up to the bunk. Worked out well - she had a disturbed night, but by no means one of her worst and we're convinced now the whole thing will work out well.
Probably something we have been putting off for a while to be honest, as it does rather mark the beginning of a whole new era for us. Baggins has been in our bedroom probably two months or so longer than any of the others were so last night was our first with out her. Maybe we will not have children sharing our room ever again? Scary thought.

It's been a difficult week. I've spent so much time on the computer working that I haven't felt much like spending time here in the evenings as well. hence all the things I have wanted to do for church and all the music I have wanted to play simply hasn't happened.
Much harder to work here than it used to be and I am suffering in general from a lack of motivation. If there we three of me I could perhaps get most of the things done that I want to do. As it is,I have been feeling increasingly often lately that I am only just holding it together.

F*xx has announced a tour of Australian - which is totally unexpected and not something I have been talking about with Ris in our most recent conversations. Likewise the performance of the Quite Man in Leeds in November. i thought there were a million things happening this year - seems there are a million and two.
Haven't touched the biography either for more than a week, which is awkward as I have now lost momentum again.

But then I have been out and enjoyed two nights of live music this week - all in the line of duty. Tuesday night, Mr Vicar, Bunday and I met up in the Dolphin to discuss plans for the church's 140th anniversary this summer, accompanied by the sounds of Louche Manouche. They combine guitars, violins, double bass, mandolin, clarinet, flute and vocals in a style brought to the fore by Django Reinhardt and Stephane Grappelli in the bars and cafes of Paris in the 1930s. probably the city's most "in" alternative band at the moment. Very, very good.
Considerably better than 'born-again' (I HATE that phrase, but it's one he insists on using) blues veteran Bob Pearce who played with his band in the Platform on Thursday. Again with Bunday, I went to check out the first professional act committed to a performance in our Building in September. He's a big fan, and has talked Bob into playing the church - an answer to prayer for both parties. We are looking for a showcase evening to show-off potentially what we want to do with the space in future, and Bob is looking for opportunities to play his new Christian worship songs and present his testimony to a wider audience as well as his own loyal fanbase.
But I found his music to be unoriginal and uninspiring ("that's the blues for ya"), until he played some of his newer material. this works well, but again the arrangements and song formats are boring and over-familiar.
But but _ I have difficult tastes to please, and it is a popular style that will hopefully draw 500+ people in for the show in September.

Bored now. Seems I can't play music and write at the same time.
Could be a difficult night. Currently playing The Pleasure Principle again, but I feel some exploring is needed. I will ending up with either Walker, Dee or garland no doubt.

Must look out for some more material by Barbara for these times, and I feel an urge to explore the Polish cultural sound a bit further.

Struggling to understand Chris Watson's Weather Report which was in a package send to me recently.
Blurs the edges of our understanding of what constitutes 'music'...

Making My Way Back Home Bob Pearce