On the up n up, so here is a welcome to my travel blog, being a blog virgin im a little nervous, but like the first time, ill go slowly n hope that I satisfy, keeping you entertained n of course cerebrally stimulated. So I guess of critical importance is that you down with the program. Worst case scenario, I don’t have one, best case scenario, you come visit, yes, you! So right now im sitting on the Euro Star to Paris. It all seemed like it would be a civil affair, the day I mean, got up at 7, way to early considering the late night, but that’s what you goto do when bags aren’t packed n your apartment needs to be cleaned, so moving on, blah blah blah, went on a whole lot of missions between 7 and 9 got back feeling very impressed with myself, I was on time, my mother would be so proud, anyways, get into a cab n head down to the station from which the Euro rail leaves, Its called St Pancreas, good god, how can a saint be called Pancreas, Its just not cool! Imagine how unpleasant Saint school must have been with a name like Pancrreas, anyway, IM LATE! How, I don’t get it, everything was planned, organised n there I was sitting in the back of a cab, having a mild asthma attack, brought on by a raging panic attack, I just wanna be a grown up! I get there with 5minutes to spare, n head to security, now for any of you who are familiar with my little stint in an incarceration facility in Atlanta airport, you will know that security, passport and border checks, strike fear into my very heart, anyways, how bad can it be, I don’t have crack, live amphibians, raw meat or a mad cow, but I did have two condenser microphones that look like Bin Laden spent 2 years studying at the Phillip Starckes design school, only to come out with a new range of air surface missiles stylish enough to make Mr Starcke wanna go out n get a day job, So there I was, my entire bag being unpacked, me again feeling like the 6 foot 6 hairy jewish guy that looks on a good day like a sophisticated Italian lover boy and on a bad day like a Afghani rebel on vacation, standing with a well trained Eastern European lady, who I would have asked on a date had the circumstances been different. Any ways after a short time and some unfortunate glares from members of the public, the word member here meaning genetalia, I was on my way and was shortly to be told I missed my train, isn’t that a nice story children? No, not at all, ill save you the details n fast forward to 30 minutes later, where I find myself travelling under the ocean in coach number five n seat no sixty two. Having spent two days in London, im quite happy to be on my merry way, I guess it would just not be fitting for a gentleman like myself to rob you good readers of the opportunity to have the low down on my little London stint, so below are a couple of high n low points. Please dip in and out of this as you wish, and if there is anyone still reading, keep on trucking.
High Points
Paying R345 rand for a Pie, Mashed Potatoes and a Cranberry Juice.
Going to Play at Jam session at Ronnie Scotts with a bunch of the most unfriendly kick ass motheryentzers I have ever heard, there wasn’t a whole lot of love in the room, and for these cats it was about chops, I have since realised that im a boerewors kinda guy, anyways, after taking a couple of choruses on rhythm changes I packed my horn n took to the streets, I guess not everybody gets that as well as all the technical ya ya and the obvious levels of competancey needed to have a satisfying aural discourse, the music is about the connection and the sharing, no im not a care bear, but I do feel that it is important to make musicians feel welcome and be open to the new energy visiting musicians from other planets bring.
My battery is bout to kick it, meaning im signing out, please send me any responses, questions or whatever else you have, like cold hard cash, keep the peace, rus
