Ooh staying in bed late, perfect, but then, as you spiral your way up from the dungeons of sleep and the reality of the day and its responsibilities creep into your thoughts, you think I should get up, it’s hard to get things done by just thinking about them, the future and the possibilities of mind-controlled chores beckons. After a good night’s sleep and with a healthy aspect we go once more into the breach of another day on Earth, solving the problems, inspiring the will and one hopes, evolving. Sadly the stagnant pool of mediocrity often follows us around, tempting us into indifference as we strive to climb into the bliss of happiness and creative pursuit, well-being and success, knowing that the world can be beautiful and terrible.

In America, the land of freedom and pain we witness polarising opinions without compromise, you are either on one side of the fence or the other and never the twain shall meet. The days of, “You know I never thought about it that way, I’m certainly going to change my opinion about what I originally thought” seems lost in the distance. How can they have the power to cease women’s productive rights but not the power to temper the production of guns? Coming from England, we struggle to see it any other way. Getting into an argument with someone with opposing views is futile, so please not here, I’m not built to argue anymore. Perhaps Pink might be a better adversary after her comments.

Every weekend feels like catching up and I’m not even hitting the pool and gym every day in the week, that’s replaced by the studio schedule which unlike swimming goes into the night. I guess we’ll be having a binge-watch of Stranger Things when we get back to Porto. The catapulting of Kate Bush’s Running Up That Hill to No. 1 is a pleasant side effect of the show, but how have we come to rely on a popular TV show (can we say TV anymore?) to get attention for our work? The idea of having to compete for a spot on a Netflix series to get people to care about your work seems all upside down to me. Times change, sometimes we don’t, or should I say it’s hard to adapt. Even the process of recording has drastically changed and although there are basic similarities to the albums I made in the eighties, digital recording has changed the attitude to the recording itself, it’s more efficient and flexible, has many more opportunities for trial and error, experimentation, demoing and doing it all very cheaply but in the past, the results didn’t suffer for lack of means and although it’s great that anyone can make music these days and do it well, it’s not like there was a shortage of musicians in the seventies, but then, everyone should be given a chance to the luxury of making music.

The lads came home tonight, Tony and his sons Sandy and Isaac, they were watching the rugger, I watched from beyond the couch, other people’s sport is interesting, learning the rules, but it’s not so easy to follow if you discover it late. There seems to be more to it than the actual game. Time for tea and preparing for tomorrow’s sesh with Craig in Atlanta.

Music today has been, Kate Bush‘s Hounds Of Love (1985), stranger things have happened.

Music Of The Daze