Five days in a row at the pool and gym but I’m still not thinner. I woke up with a pain in my shoulder but sometimes you damage yourself in the night as there’s a good chance of misplacing a muscle when you’ve spent a week loosening them up. I left late for the pool, felt a bit sick but carried on for the sake of my stomach. When I got there I managed to get from the changing room to the pool forgetting my ‘Beatles’ water bottle. I jumped in with new goggles that didn’t leak and swam, feeling the pain in my shoulder, I stopped and arced my arm, trying to ease the shoulder blade. I swam on, repeating the pattern. I grabbed some floats to change strokes, kicking my legs. Then I suddenly realised that I’d forgotten my nose clip – again. So for the second time, I went back to the changing room and with consultation with Francisco, the lifeguard, put this weird piece of plastic on my nose. I jumped back in and happily discovered that the nose clip works. I’ve been having some bad chlorine after effects, sneezing, blocked nose and this stopped it. I tried to change strokes again but it was too painful for backstroke. So I swam ten lengths of breaststroke on top of the twenty freestyle and two with the float. I stretched and finished with another ten freestyle and was done. But the main point is I completed five days of swim and gym in a row and didn’t drink ten cokes and eat ten cakes.
On the way back from the pool I saw an old woman, probably in her seventies, scrolling on the face of her mobile phone. Imagine the day when the kids showed her how to do that.
I walked past a garage, there was a Ford Cougar parked outside with three wheels, the fourth wheel was under the car. I thought who names these cars? I’m always thinking about this, I’d really like that job. Cadillac Coupe De Ville, Chevrolet Corvette Stingray, do people buy a car because they like the name of it? That’s my Corvette, sounds great, perhaps not so glamorous when you say that’s my Toyota Corolla. But that Ford Cougar I saw didn’t really live up to its name, especially with three wheels. I was thinking that you could call your car your own model name and by the job or the personality of the driver. Mercury Musician, Dodge Dude and if you misuse your car you could be prosecuted and made to call your car Audi Ass****, Mercedes Moron, Ford F***wit. Haha, laughing at my own jokes.
Two seshes tonight, one with Fred in Minneapolis and the other with Mike in Chicago. Olivia gave me a small hot water bottle that she actually held against my shoulder which weirdly made my back itch. Brian in Indiana sent me another mix to listen to and Tony Arktik Lake got in touch and asked if we could do the sesh Saturday morning instead of Sunday morning. So earlier to bed tonight for an early morning.
“Gil Evans, with whom Davis had previously collaborated, helped compose, arrange, and produce the album, though he is not mentioned in the credits Evans co-composed “Petits Machins”, which he later recorded as “Eleven” with himself and Davis listed as co-composers. The song Mademoiselle Mabry (Miss Mabry), while credited to Davis, is actually Gil Evans’ reworking of The Wind Cries Mary by Jimi Hendrix (Davis and Evans had met with Hendrix several times to exchange ideas). At the same time, some portions of the song resemble Mann, Weil, Leiber and Stoller‘s On Broadway.”