• London and the National Concert Hall

I'm on the way over to my beloved London to play, record and plan with Ian King tomorrow [actually today would be more accurate]. This has been a lengthy and in many ways frustrating process for both of us. The two albums are still on the cards and it looks like we have a state-of-the-art recording studio in Eastbourne to create the magic [ha ha ha!]. This reminds me that I have to go and see Beachy Head mainly due to the propensity of the locals for chucking themselves off the edge. Guess I'm lucky. When my love affairs go bad I write a miserable song that makes me look like the hero. 

    So the main issue is completing lyrics that have some relevance to us both. Might seem simple but to be blunt, writing lyrics has become a hackneyed and dishonest occupation. In the 50's and 60's teams of songwriters were employed to put their words in other people's mouths. Nothing has really changed. Writers produce audience friendly pap and we lend them to our lives in the hope that they'll improve us in some meaningful way. Ian and myself are banging our heads against bits of random furniture, desperately trying to find structure in all of our experiences. You spend a day looking at bits of paper and the eureka moment comes, only to be scuppered the next morning when you look at the unadulterated muck that you've written. I wrote the entire lyric for Fallen Angel on a bicycle in 10 minutes. Probably should have ended up in ditch. Self-indulgent doesn't begin to describe the smugness of hitting the nail on the head as a 46A bus tries to drive you into the waiting area of the police station in Donnybrook.
 So this whole process with Ian is either going to kill us or save us. Either way it's great to still be doing this. Ian works his ass off in a day job and squeezes his creativity into structured bursts. I'm lazy as sin. What binds us together is the desire to get the job done. We won't be posting snippets of progress or updates on songs. When the two albums are finished they'll be released and criticized on the basis that they're ongoing commentary of our lives as we are living them right now. A lot has happened and is happening to us, as it is to everyone else. I just hope that we manage to be honest and truthful.

    That said I had a great experience on November the 8th. I got to open for Madeleine Peyroux in the esteemed National Concert Hall in Dublin in front of around 700 people, the vast majority of whom had no idea who I was. Madeleine did. She knew my stuff and was incredibly charming. I have to say that in all of the years of performing with Anúna it was wonderful to open for a real star and to have her audience accept and enjoy my songs. 

    So off to London. I'll post some thoughts after the weekend. Ian has lost his phone so I see myself standing in the rain outside East Finchley tube station tomorrow composing another world-changing ballad and planning ways of making him pay. Guess I'll write him into a song with a badly trimmed beard and a limp....that is unless he does it to me first.