THURSDAY 17TH OCTOBER 2013 – Oh! Mr Songwriter
The old guitar, remember, is staying with us here in the apartment. I’ve grown used to its truculent tuning – honestly, you should see some of the knots I made – the sonorous, deep and baggy bass strings, its highly demanding action; expecting the whole to shatter apart at any time, the life its lived – it will stay here, I think, with Michael, and I’ll charity shop for one similar for being back at home.
After two weeks I have the opening of a song: goes –
Bm G Bm G Bm G A/A7
San – a -ry
Which you’ll agree is a thumping start.
Beachy afternoon at Portissol, plugged in to a faithful old iPod Touch on shuffle, which made for some great wave-watching background; notable mentions going to Juliana Hatfield and Joni Mitchell: President Garfield and Blue Motel Room respectively (although a swap-about would be cool), and specifically that really great opening line of ‘Every time that truck goes by, I think of you’. Seek it out, pop-pickers, it’s deliciously delivered.
Couple or three of shots about town from today coming up, one of which isn’t, obviously from this town, but from Catterick, which I sneaked a watch of early morning; the beautiful thing that it is.
Met up in the evening with Annie & Willi, at La Marine and then Mac Syms. Here’s B’s view from where she sat:
And those were the lines, mainly, from Thursday.