I was feeling so fit and healthy yesterday but today after the gym, I was hit with my diamond eye. In truth, it passed quickly and I didn’t even feel bad when it finally dissipated but it was just a reminder that humans have a lot of parts that need attention. Just when you dealt with the body rust, you find there’s a hole in the exhaust, the newer it is the less chance that something will go wrong, the older it is the more chance it will break, so you gotta look after it. You have to fill it with the right liquids and fuel, otherwise it seizes up, the knees are the pistons.
I saw both Bellyman and Dogman walking today, I’m sure Dogman looked over at me, I see him so often I thought he must see me too. One doesn’t necessarily want to be noticed, or observed, anonymity has its advantages. But every walk down the same street sees familiar faces, not just the people you know but the people you recognise from seeing them every day, you might see a stranger more often than a family member. All of those people you see that you will never know, if you had the chance to meet them, you might have created great work together or maybe fallen in love.
The warmth returned today, my bag strap broke and looks unfixable, I tied it in a knot and carried on. I arrived at a busy pool, although I hit the gym today I seemed to arrive in the showers with every old man swimmer in the building, even older than me. They must have come out of a class. All the old men say Boa Tarde (good afternoon), the younger ones, not so much. I think exchanging the time of day is a wonderful thing, breaking the stranger’s ice, it’s civilised.
In the Marquês square, the local fashion shop has changed the mannequins in their window. The new mannequins have blank faces, the old ones were so much more attractive haha. They had expressions and eyelashes, tanned skin and caring eyes, these white-faced hewn featureless dead plastic models have no personality – you could imagine the old mannequins communicating with each other after dark.
The pigeons in the square are now obscured by the leaves in the trees, the sky is lost in the carpets of the treetops. Although people are out, they still seem overdressed to me, I saw one guy zipping up his jacket as if it were chilly. I’ve mentioned it before but it seems we all have different body heat expectations depending on where we grew up. I always found Australia too hot after growing up in the north of England. But some people gravitate to the heat, happily leaving Birkenhead for Byron Bay. Portugal is the perfect compromise.
Sesh today with Brian in New Jersey as we finalise the material. I spoke to sessioneer Craig in New York, he needed to discuss a mix. But seshes turned to football as the last week of the season is upon us. Everton/Crystal Palace was the game to watch, with Everton coming from two goals behind to secure their position in the top league, euphoria for the fans.
Music today was inspired by a guy in the gym who was wearing a Doors T-shirt. The T-shirt was the cover of the first album (1967) but he told me that L.A. Woman (1971), their sixth album, was his favourite, so that’s the album of the day. Jim Morrison died three months after its release.
Here’s a tangent, do you come across many people who can’t say sixth? Haha.