An almost full moon, bright in the sky, lights up the Earth, the veins visible and the missing cliched witch disappointing even though it’s only June. The night comes quickly when you are in the studio, it’s light when you go in and dark when you come out to see the illumination. But it’s hardly being trapped, we are in there recording Brian’s guitars, all kinds of parts, through all kinds of strange progressive tracks with multiple parts and multiple instruments. Cacti guard the door, all different kinds from prickly pear to parodia and chollas and then there are their desert plants companions, sotol, aloe vera, and agave, alien soldiers.

Down here in the desert in the May/June heat whenever we say it’s hot everyone says, just wait. I get it, I lived in Australia and it took me a long time to adjust to a warmer climate after growing up in the northwest of England between Manchester and Liverpool. Now, getting older, I appreciate fewer cold damp mornings, drizzle, mizzle and miserable skies, Porto does have a rainy period in the winter but it’s nothing like old Blighty.

Blight·y | ˈblīdē |

noun – British

An informal and typically affectionate term for Britain or England, chiefly as used by soldiers of World War I and World War II.

Military slang; a wound suffered by a soldier in World War I that was sufficiently serious to merit being shipped home to Britain: he had copped a Blighty and was on his way home.

ORIGIN

First used by soldiers in the Indian army; Anglo-Indian alteration of Urdu bilāyatī, wilāyatī ‘foreign, European’, from Arabic wilāyat, wilāya ‘dominion, district’.

I’ve lived most of my adult life outside England, Brexit being the final nail in the coffin of living there. It was a lot easier for me to get Portuguese residency than it would have been for Olivia to get UK residency and wayyyyy cheaper. I think the decision to move to Portugal was a good one and now with The Archive on the way to being readied, all I have to do is get it there. I just got a bill today for £625 for the part of the storage where the records that were in Penzance are waiting, that’s for three months. The other section costs around £250 a month, that’s why we have to get it moved now we have the space, so frustrating but working on it, one thing at a time. We are close to our goal on the GoFundMe campaign, thank you for allowing us to get started getting the new location ready, pics as we get them.

Music today has been the quintessentially English XTC, keeping Swindon weird. The album Nonsuch came out in 1992. It opened with The Ballad of Peter Pumpkinhead which you must keep in mind for when you hear the next Space Summit album (or the one after that), with 21 new songs with drums recorded we are not quite sure which songs will come out first. The video coincidentally has the Dallas tragedy scene.

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