It is so cool to wake up with another presence in the house, another living, breathing creature. He’s already settling in and spent the day on the couch next to me whilst I watched snooker and football. Un-cat-related thought (I know, it’s difficult to not prioritise him over everything else at the moment), I’ve realised that I live my days upside down. I think most people wake up, get to work, and then finish work and relax in the evening. I find I can’t work like that. I want to start working on things in the evening till the early hours. The time before is the shopping, taking pix, check up on the progress of records being delivered to the archive, new releases, watching some sporting events, contemplating the universe. Work starts later usually with the French and then it’s the emails, the questions, the writing. Of course, as I have sessions all the time they occur in the day from morning to later at night. But that’s appointments that have to be kept. That’s different. And yes, there are gigs, being on tour, and studio schedules. One of the hardest things is to plan your own time when no one is telling you you have to do it. Perhaps I’m just procrastinating, waiting till the last minute to start something. Perhaps early work and relaxing into the evening before bed is best. But no, for me, work followed by bed makes complete sense, get up, relax into the day, start work, work till you drop, sleep, perfect.

Hawaii, Hawaii, Hawaii, he was fascinated by the mop today, yes, I mop. I suppose one doesn’t want to get too cute about their pet, well not publicly anyway, otherwise, I’ll have hundreds of likes! We love our pets but not everybody has a pet, not everybody likes cats, not everybody likes dogs, although I didn’t distinguish between turtles, dogs, parrots, and cats. Animals aren’t like food, you can dislike cucumber intensely but not cats because they are an animal and how can anyone have bad will towards an animal? In my millionaire’s dream, I can still travel, enjoy the pets and have my gamekeeper look after them whilst I’m away – don’t forget to feed Lanky, Gerald! (Lanky is the giraffe, Gerald is the keeper).

We had thunder and lightning today and it’s going to be a week or more of rain although it’s not that cold. Olivia went to the Psychedelic Psupermarket and I wrote a list out for her of things we need but I’ve started to write it in code so that she has to figure it out when she gets to the shop. It’s usually in a mixture of languages and jokes and it’s even more entertaining in different colour pens with illustrations. A little bit of levity to counteract the mundane chore of shopping but on the other hand, our Psupermarkets are Psychedelic so it isn’t really a problem.

The square at Marquês has become very green with the warmer weather and the rain and we walked there today with the seagulls and the pigeons and the leafy trees. Olivia was taking some pics and two guys and a dog walked by. It was one of those huge men with a very small dog, is that a thing? Is it a thing that people look like their pets, is it a myth? See what happens, get a pet and we’re back on pets again. In the seventies they always used to say that Princess Anne looked like a horse because she rode horses and by the way whatever happened to Princess Anne, she’s like the royal recluse, you never hear about her as we did in the seventies. The reason I remember her more than anything is because she used to drive a Reliant Scimitar which was an odd choice of vehicle because it was a sports car made by a company that made cheap three-wheelers. I saw her like Emma Peel in her Lotus Elan or Tara King in her Lotus Europa and what about Purdy, was it an MGB or a TR7?

Music today started in Northern Ireland with a band that not many humans seem to remember, possibly because they were a Northern Irish prog band – Fruupp. They made four albums, The Prince Of Heaven’s Eyes (1973) was their third. I’ve always been a fan, they are the real prog deal. After that, I thought I’d go and listen to something really commercial and picked Supertramp’s Breakfast in America (1979), not a lot of guitars. After that, I was wondering about the Fleetwood Mac albums between Peter Green and Stevie and Lindsey and listened to Penguin (1973) and Mystery To Me (1973), you can hear the future in Christine McVie’s songs, and both feature Bob Welch on vocals and guitars and Bob Weston on guitars.

Music Of The Daze