The other thing that has stopped me writing the last week or two is that I’ve been playing some gigs with a local band, Thelonious Punk, who sort of do exactly what it says on the tin.
I play a number of musical instruments, fairly badly, but with lots of enthusiasm, and the last time I jammed with these guys, I was playing soprano saxophone. But that’s on loan to Emo-san and he’s living somewhere down in Clerkenwell, and I forget where; anyway they asked me to play guitar this time.
Ralph, the alto player, suggested I play tenor sax in future, but in the absence of a keyboard player or until we find another guitarist, it’s me doing the chords. Although I’m left-handed, I play orthodox, and it’s all back to front.
It kills me, playing guitar orthodox, it gives me migraines, but it’s the way I learned.
So anyway, over the last fortnight I did two or three fairly chaotic performances with T-Punk, playing an oddball selection of jazz standards, heavy metal covers, and movie themes, and I have one more set to do on Wednesday.
Then it’s back to writing.