Yesterday was a weird day. We had such a mixture of news, some very exciting, some very annoying, it really caused my head to short circuit. I was already on the edge of a crash when we got the first good news, and then when we got a load of bad it tipped me over, then in the evening came more exciting stuff. The net result of this is that I think it just postponed the crash until today.
I feel terrible today, mentally & physically. I just want this week to be over, most especially I want Saturday’s gig to be over. It’s just doing my head in. It was meant to be our best one yet, and maybe we overreached ourselves, but it’s turning in to such a struggle, and is going to cost us a load of money, that I wish now I hadn’t committed us to it.
It’s not helping that I just hurt so much right now too. I think it’s the turning of the weather that does it but I feel like someone has stuck rusty needles in all of my joints. I hate my body sometimes.
And to cap it all, today is the 7th anniversary of the death of John Peel. There has never been a death of a ‘celebrity’, before or since, that has affected me as much as Peel’s did. He introduced me, and a generation of my contemporaries, to some of the greatest music that has stayed with me forever; Jesus & Marychain, Cowboy Junkies, The Fall, Sonic Youth, Pavement, the list is endless. Sadly, we will never, ever see his like again.
The only redeeming fact is that I am now sharing my life with the most wonderful woman I have ever met. If it wasn’t for that I think I’d be going insane right now.
