That rare occurrence when Olivia is up and out of the house before I rise myself from the pit happened today but it was so late when I went to bed I was scared to look at the clock. I was also scared to look at the clock when I got up but I thought my body will tell me when it’s had enough and needs sustenance. When it did, Olivia had gone and I got back to that papaya habit. I feel the years lengthening with each bite but it’s hard to live close to a papaya on the road.

I took the day slowly and after the papaya was only a meatless gourd I cut it into pieces and put it in the organic bucket. I remembered that yesterday when I emptied the organics into the organic bin across the street, the lid disconnected and the bucket fell deep down into the mush, too far for me to reach. I went upstairs with the lid. Olivia and I returned to the bin with umbrellas (as you do in this situation) and rather more easily than expected, hooked the handle and retrieved the bucket. The inconveniences of recycling always seem worth it to me, I feel very weird throwing something in the wrong place.

I went to the bakery for the first time in three months, saw those familiar faces and bought the usual bread rolls, pão da avó (grandma’s bread), nice to see them, the rolls and the staff. I went to the phone shop to pick up the phone that sessioneer Matt gave me, an iPhone 7, battery no longer charging, so I had the battery replaced. The man in the shop told me that I had about nine months till the next WhatsApp update wouldn’t work, which is the reason I needed a new phone in the first place. Sessioneer Craig gave me an iPhone 10, but it’s locked and we are trying to figure out how to unlock it, when we do, if we can, I will have a phone for when the iPhone 7 no longer does what I need. All this planned obsolescence seems so wasteful, my old phone would work for years if the phone companies would let me continue to use it with the WhatsApp application but it’s not the world we live in. Check this link out.

Back at the house, I prepared for my first trip to the furthest but still local psychedelic psupermarket. I was supposed to go by myself but by the time my slowness had realised the time, Olivia was back scaring me as she entered the house, me away with the fairies listening to Jimi Hendrix and The Wind Cries Mary. We went out almost immediately, Olivia had brought me a welcome coffee and that inspired me to move. The street was quite busy with cars as it was rush hour and we made it there and back with the rush hour still going on.

I caught up with some pressing messages and then we ate and watched Bosch before a chat with Salim in Dallas about ongoing projects and finishing sessioneer Fred’s record, the mystery project and starting another mystery project because we can. Tomorrow I have to sing an extra verse for an Arktik Lake track, that will be my most concentrated act but will be followed by that long list of things to check, the list that never ever ends.

Music today was the second Television album Adventure (1978), an album I have been listening to for 45 years, it never gets old, glorious.

Music Of The Daze