Today I was looking through all the people who donated to the In Deep renovation campaign, sending thank yous and asking for a snail mail address. So if you are one of those good people and you haven’t seen the message that I sent for some reason, thank you and please send your snail mail address to Olivia – olivia@martywillson-piper.com

We have now managed Phase 1 – the move out of Penzance into storage, Phase 2 – find premises and renovate them and next will be Phase 3, which will be the big one, getting everything out of England and into Portugal which will mean the transport costs and VAT. So there will be another campaign in January. One way to help raise the funds is to auction something through the campaign. One kind fellow who will be revealed at a later date has something great to auction, proceeds generously going to the costs of the task. If you think that this is a way to contribute, get in touch with Olivia (see email above). The first auction item is in Texas, all will be revealed when we start the campaign.

All this writing took me all day and now it’s very late and there is a lot of terrible bass noise coming from a club nearby which makes it impossible to sleep, although I have to because I have an early morning sesh with Arktik Lake Tony. It’s worse when your head hits the pillow, it seems to rise up through the floor. The very structure of the building amplifies the sound, a throbbing, inconsistent rumble that starts and stops. It might be OK if it were a groove.

I had a sesh with Ben in Brooklyn tonight. He makes anarchic music and it made me think that Deep Purple must have sounded anarchic to my mum. It’s interesting how we are conditioned by our generation’s experiences and it is often difficult to move on, me being a perfect example as I choose not to ever listen to Hip Hop, it does to me what Led Zep did to my dad. Haha.

I was also working out a setlist for the upcoming shows in Spain and Portugal. Do I know all the words? Hmm, not quite. Do I have time to learn them, possibly, haha. These days, Lucinda Williams and even Johnny Lydon had music stands with their lyric books. How does Bobby Dylan remember all his words? He doesn’t really need to as his voice has changed so much and he slurs his way through the lyrics and might not even bother with the tune. Still, I always loved his delivery on the albums.

Music today has been Bob Dylan’s Highway 61 Revisited (1965), a classic, another one that fits into the category of ‘never gets old’. I am always amazed at how catchy the melodies are, add ‘those’ lyrics and ‘that’ voice and it’s magic.

Music Of The Daze