Boxing Day (see this link), which doesn’t seem to mean anything here in Texas, has arrived, like Thanksgiving does in England, which means nothing to us like Christmas Eve in Germany, Sweden, and Europe generally, which is just the day before our day. In Portugal, it’s all about midnight. I won’t list all the different versions of Christmas or the countries that don’t celebrate it, but it’s interesting how engrained our traditions are in us and how doing it differently doesn’t feel quite right.
Some great Boxing Day football today, not the Burnley-Liverpool game, which Liverpool won 0-2, sending them to the top of the table, but Man U – Villa. I like good games whoever it is and this was a great one, Man U won 3-2 from 0-2 down. When the game finished, we decided to get out of the house again, so cabin fever didn’t set in (we have no car) and we walked towards the bright lights. It turned out that an SMU American football game was on at the stadium close to us, we could see the screens as we walked by and could hear the PA announcing things. Again, it’s what you grow up with, and I suppose I won’t be convincing anybody here about how great the Man U – Villa game was.
I called my namesake Don Piper, who plays guitar and sings with me sometimes in the US, we spoke for an hour and a half about music and bone doctors. We’d planned to speak because he was spending holiday time in Texas, just not here in Dallas, but being in the same state seemed a good excuse to speak. After the call from a café, we went to the special wines and spirits shop and bought Aussie Pete a bottle of Mezcal, as he is checking in at home for us, and it’s hard to find Mezcal in Portugal.
Walking the street, there were already two discarded Christmas trees on the grass verge outside a house – really? Seems a little early to say Christmas is over, even though it kind of is. Sales are coming, New Year is coming, and all those over-the-top decorations are becoming redundant as the days fly by. They seem so much more special the day before Christmas Day than they do the day after.
A sesh with Rohan in Sydney that I nearly missed because it was on Wednesday, his Wednesday, which is my Tuesday, we got there in the end. We’d just finished watching Maestro, the story of Leonard Bernstein, which left me with a feeling of mild to middling anxiety.
Music today has been Bill Nelson’s Red Noise – Sound-on-Sound (1979). I chose it because Rohan sent me a song that reminded me of this album. I bought it when it came out and although I’d been a mega Be-Bop Deluxe fan I wasn’t at all disappointed in the new direction despite it being a long long way from Axe Victim (1974).