Woke up this morning at half 3, to the sound of beautiful acoustic guitar being played on a loop. And I thought, ‘Brilliant. Flatmate’s back late, and this could go on all night.’ So I got up with the express purpose of knocking on his door, and telling him, politely, to ‘Shut the fuck up.’ Not said like that of course. Never so coarse. But instead, somehow, and this is the part of the night that’s blurry, blame it on a sleep-induced haze, but rather than telling him to switch the music off and going back to bed, I was enticed into it. First thing, and this is important, it wasn’t a cd. It was some friend of his playing an acoustic, with another friend accompanying. Both of whom I’d been told before that I had to meet. My kind of people you see. On a musical level.
All or nothing yeah? Yeah. So I got my acoustic and joined in. Picture it, ten minutes after waking up, sick to begin with, coughing fits, and I was sitting in my board shorts and a t-shirt, in my flatmate’s room, drinking whiskey and coke and playing some of my songs to these ungodly talented musicians. Now, four hours later and I’m sitting in my room, at quarter to 8 waiting for my alarm to go off, telling me it’s time to get up for work. Wait for it… wait for it… there it is. Time to wake up. Yawn... Stretch...
Anyone else for a coffee?
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