Karma - July 12 2002

Up at 6.15 am again, and I am still half asleep. I feed the cats
again, who have waited for a bit while I woke up, wrote my diary and
had a coffee. The lawn does need cutting, like my hair, but more of
that later.

Yesterday was one of those days where you start one place and end up
another, and you are not really sure why. I had got to work as usual
and it was time to do the tapes and off I went. I thought I would check
my bank balance, and found that I was overdrawn a bit more than I had
thought. On account of the money that had just gone out for the Reading
tickets. So I asked about a loan and spent about half an hour being
quizzed, ended up with a sheet of paper I had to fill in. I don't need
this, I don't need to get further into debt. There is no easy panacea
to debts, you have to sit down and figure out exactly why they happen
and how to eliminate them, you do not walk into the bank and ask for
more money. I had a long chat with my boss about this and that and the
other. Especially the other which took about an hour to resolve.

At lunchtime I rang ... as I said I would and discussed the other with
them. They said well they were actually already sorted about the other.
Which came as a bit of a surprise. I didnt pursue it. I just placed my
thoughts on the line and let them dance. Yes I do like them and yes we
are still friends. I felt a bit weird afterwards.

I went out to Boots to get a sandwich. On the way I saw a poster
advertising a sale at some expensive shirt outfitters, but the style of
writing was like In The City album cover, so that song crashed through
my head and I decided that I would get my haircut. My hair looks
rubbish at present. I need to get it cut for Reading anyway.

The rest of the afternoon floated away on a sea of cigarettes and
coffee and testing the new improved version of the application.

I left at 5 ish and got my usual train home, on which I sat scowling
for twenty minutes then revised a song on the laptop. I even read a few
pages of Avalon before the train arrived at the station.

I am feeding my mum and dad's cat as well for the mo. So I feed Bertie,
and got home.

I threw off my clothes and got changed, then I sat and re-recorded the
set of songs I had done yesterday evening, and they sound much better.
I have experimented with them as well, one I try to sound like Bryan
Ferry for example, another I have a rock n roll falsetto like Orbison
but not that good. The confidence I felt with singing translated into
louder and more lively editions of favourites and even the cover of
"Slow Down" had a nice bounce to it, I tend to do a Diddleyesque type
version, else it sounds like mid fifties rock n roll. Another song was
a bit V.U. well I tried.

My wife got in at ten ish, and I had my tea while talking to ... in
chat. I was sitting there typing away while eating my steak and kidney
pie, spuds and peas, and it's not that easy typing with a tray balanced
on your lap. I will be watching Big Brother tomorrow. I think PJ is
going out of the show, otherwise if Kate goes there will only be Jade
left, and given the current climate I think she would scale the walls
pretty soon. My wife is now a categoric Tim is insufferable party
member. The chap thinks he will win. It would be sad if he wins because
Jonny should win, he is the glue that keeps the inmates together. Alex
is their nominal leader and Kate their conscience. Jade is the kid and
Tim, well he's their jester? I don't know. PJ seems to be expendable
now. Will have to find out today (12).

I fell asleep pretty quickly. And then I am up at the usual time. I
think its important to recognise you can be friends and when you are
friends the acid test is sudden information discovery. If the
friendship is fragile it may break like an egg, but if it has been hard
boiled it will bounce back.

Tonights playlist included the Velvet Underground Greatest Hits, The
Modern World and In The City. My wife says to me, oh you're not playing
the Jam again, and I said, its Jam or Velvet Underground, or Jam.

I think some music can capture the mood quite well. Sometimes it has an
edge and sometimes it has karma. Sometimes songs are special too.