B&B Quite Acceptable, Chagford, Devon.
Rising a little earlier - and no reading at breakfast! This, a sacrifice & an example of how the world attracts us to its desires. That, and an instruction from The Master Heyworth to come in closer to nine than ten, added in turn to an ongoing sense of duty towards The Greater Crim. Oh! how I suffer! But please do not distress yourself overly for me, dear Diary visitor: this is merely another act of heroism in the life of a working player.
And the window catch is broken, so the window falls open, allowing in a Dartmoor draught of frosty nature…
A detail, one that might be addressed in a quality establishment.
10.15 Super Audio Mastering, nr. Chagford, Devon...
A 5.1 through-listen to Islands. Remarkable. Astonishing. Superb. Wonderful. Added poignancy in the title track given that Boz & Ian are no longer on this earth.
11.39 Now onto In The Wake Of Poseidon – the album: Pictures Of A City.
13.09 Cadence. Wonderful.
17.13 Lunch with Simon at The New Forge in Chagford. El fabbo.
Back to Cat Food. More fab.
Then to the unremitting relentless mellotron soup of The Devil’s Triangle. A suite of terror, horror & awfulness in 3 movements. All have been improved without remixing, the best but currently unavailable option.
Ongoing e-fury addressing a number of concerns.
18.14 ITWOP the song.
18.24 Persevering. Done.
Packing for tomorrow’s check-out. Continuing e-frenzy & computing.
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