Another day of paint and drills as the crew demolishes, caresses, and eases the Archive space ever closer to readiness for its nesting albums that reproduce and create more baby, baby, baby albums, and so on and so on till the end of time when the last record melts under the falling sun. But until then we shall persevere and fulfil the dream, collect and preserve and spread the word as I realise that no one remembers Boney M., haha, unless you were there, trying to avoid them.
The shower gets closer to existing as the boiler arrived, but there isn’t a cabin or drain, so Filipe drilled into the floor to create one. He is still figuring out how to construct the cabin, at least he has the base. The pipes are in, but the electricity isn’t, so it’s a slow process. The primer went on to the walls after the sanding as it did in one of the smaller rooms, things are happening but there’s so much to do, it’s a bit like the Sagrada Família.
I have a splinter but can’t find it, the skin seems to have grown over it. I went to the ‘farmácia’ today and bought tweezers, they were gold, I told her they weren’t my colour, but she wouldn’t have it and made me buy them anyway, haha. So I’m at the stage of digging holes in my finger looking for this slender slither. I’m finding blood, I’m finding swelling but not the slither or was the slither so fine that it’s already gone or is it so fine that it’s still there and I just can’t see it? I can’t find it to dig out, despite my golden tweezers!
I had a sesh with new sessioneer Bob in Boston today as the painting went on behind me. I’m not actually in the room I will be in because it’s not been started yet, and it’s the biggest room, so it will be a while before I can get in there to listen and sesh and create in the right environment. Still, I do realise that interesting work can come from awkward situations as much as it can from comfortable ones.
I spoke to my friend Spant back on The Wirral (Liverpool area), he’s had some health problems, so I was just checking in. Sadly he told me his brother Phil had died, who I also knew and have stayed with before in Thingwall where I grew up as a teenager. It was just two days after his 65th birthday, RIP Phil. Spant carries on though with the 32-disc Robert Fripp Exposure box, good man! Get well bro, I’m sure this box set will help, haha.
Music today has been Bob Dylan’s Bringing It All Back Home (1965) or Subterranean Homesick Blues (1967) as my Portuguese copy is called, with a different year on the label. Who knows why?
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