After a few weeks of 10 hour days in the studio peculiar things start happening to you.
You develop a sensitivity to sunlight and have to wear shades when outdoors. Flare is a word you no longer associate with trousers from the 70’s.
You think in bars…walking down the street, counting steps to the station….
You find that you are able to survive on a handful of almonds, chocolate, coconut water and 1 hour rest.
Note that I did not say sleep but rest… for when you lay your head on a pillow and close your eyes what happens cannot be accurately described as sleep……thoughts from the day cascade around your head… “should I put that harmony in 5ths of 3rds….?….does that tritone substitution work during that last verse…… Do I really want that sound on the bass…?”
And then the thing that is cause of most concern is the day off. You look forward to it then, when it arrives: You. Can. Not. Un………..Wind. You promise you will not work on music, that you will enthusiastically join the land of the living and do “normal things” like clean your house, have dinner with friends, gardening… you promise your loved ones that you will engage in non music related activities with relish…..
but, ooh la la… it feels awkward…. the mind wanders…then you realise….you miss the studio… aaahhh!!
A while ago, in the fair gentrified slum of Dalston, there was a place called Open the Gate. I used to go there and chill, eat nice food, read books, listen to great DJ’s, hear top knotch live music, hear poetry, go to market and by african print clothes…. that kind of thing, it was child friendly and they had really comfy beanbags… it closed down and I was sad but so happy and grateful at all the wonderful enriching things I experienced there.
One of those things was the poet Anthony Anaxagorou. HIs poetry is honest, eloquent and refreshing. He is not afraid to tackle controversial and sensitive issues such as race, gender and inequality. Indeed, he does so with much alacrity and it is always eye opening to read his work and hear him recite. I often find it rather emotional. I cry far too easily sometimes I think! But there is strength in vulnerability…
He has a blog, check it out. His last post ” a short critique of patriarchy…” is worth a read and you will definately have much to ponder.