16.20.
Bredonborough.
Morning reading…
… PORT Magazine…
This is a magazine that does not insult the intelligence. Very civilized, utterly unlike my life as a working player. Reading it is reminiscent of living in NYC during 1977-78 when I made the acquaintance and friendship of several writers, notably Karen Durbin and M. Mark (M. Mark bio, Pen, Bookcritics) then both of of the Village Voice and their pals Jon Carroll and Jon Pareles. In their company, I felt myself flowering in the middle of conversations that could never be had in the rock milieu, let alone the industry. I struggled to keep up with their quick wit and informed minds. They were generous with me, and patient.
PORT (Magculture blog) any publication that includes a piece by Ian McGilchrist...
… has to be worth giving-it-a-shot. On the shelves immediately behind where I am typing this…
… The Master and his Emissary.
Haircut 10.30. Domestic organizing.
To the Piddle, to take Barbara to lunch in the Piddle Arms. It has a new owner, since our last visit and excellent meals. Regrettably, there are not quite enough sandwiches in their present picnic box to make a meal. I cannot recall less competent service than this at any pub. One small example: the Minx ordered tea, which arrived in a pot. I had to go to the bar and request a teacup.
Tut tut.
Back to shopping for local visitors dropping-in at 18.00. Over to World HQ for organizing and catching up. Study Five is awaiting further ordering I…
II...
21.35 A MinxWalk around the town, with Skies of Wonder I…
II...
III...
IV...
To gentle.
Bredonborough.
Morning reading…
… PORT Magazine…
This is a magazine that does not insult the intelligence. Very civilized, utterly unlike my life as a working player. Reading it is reminiscent of living in NYC during 1977-78 when I made the acquaintance and friendship of several writers, notably Karen Durbin and M. Mark (M. Mark bio, Pen, Bookcritics) then both of of the Village Voice and their pals Jon Carroll and Jon Pareles. In their company, I felt myself flowering in the middle of conversations that could never be had in the rock milieu, let alone the industry. I struggled to keep up with their quick wit and informed minds. They were generous with me, and patient.
PORT (Magculture blog) any publication that includes a piece by Ian McGilchrist...
… has to be worth giving-it-a-shot. On the shelves immediately behind where I am typing this…
… The Master and his Emissary.
Haircut 10.30. Domestic organizing.
To the Piddle, to take Barbara to lunch in the Piddle Arms. It has a new owner, since our last visit and excellent meals. Regrettably, there are not quite enough sandwiches in their present picnic box to make a meal. I cannot recall less competent service than this at any pub. One small example: the Minx ordered tea, which arrived in a pot. I had to go to the bar and request a teacup.
Tut tut.
Back to shopping for local visitors dropping-in at 18.00. Over to World HQ for organizing and catching up. Study Five is awaiting further ordering I…
II...
21.35 A MinxWalk around the town, with Skies of Wonder I…
II...
III...
IV...
To gentle.
