I am feeling this colour this morning, 5am and its dark outside and I barely slept, and now with a long drive to Winchester looming I guess I best get rolling - hey ho, as we say, just get up and go, everything will fall into place. Thank goodness for Audible, the talking novel site. I like to listen to a novel while I drive and the day when they supply the book with the audio will be better for the coming long dark nights too. But something good happened this week. I resurrected another song. Having completed a song I wrote forty years ago (which I posted here) I remembered another chorus and tune and blimey it really works well. So this weekend I will complete it. I read recently Bob Dylan has been doing this for years, mashing old stuff into the new - I must be getting to that age, I guess because I am also doing that with a book I am writing, mixing and matching some old material with some new in a dual narrative piece - ooh, that sounds good, watch this space. But it is Friday morning and the loneliness of the long distance drive awaits - hoots, its Friday and the weekend cometh. This year I am thinking about Womad and wondering if this is the year I should go - and if you have the time, let this album roll, I often do when I am writing, I like the hypnotic roll of their playing - its Ali Farka Toure and Toumani Diabati:
