WFH: DAY 135. Last night someone wanted to buy one of my eBay items, and they wanted it NOW. 8.00 am: My ‘express-packaging’ service was initiated. A shoe box is ideal for parceling guitar pedals. ‘Bye, bye! Do well: 8.30 am: A customary review of the inbox, before clearing my head to begin work. Unlike my experience of the previous…

WFH: DAY 134. New kettle! (Chaos was put to flight.) ‘More tea, please!’: 8.30 am: A communion. 9.00 am: Studiology. Today I prioritised technical exploration (not experimentation). The samples that I’d generated over the past few days would be modulated using processes that I’d devised during my last 24-hour open studio event at the National Library of Wales. The fruit…

WFH: DAY 133. 8.15 am: A communion. 8.45 am: The weather was balancing on the fulcrum between, on the one hand, the inert and overcast and, on the other hand, a repeat of yesterday. My inbox was clean. I was delighted. So rare, these days. 9.00 am: ‘I got rhythm … .’ I’d a hour or so to explore the…

WFH: DAY 132. 8.15 am: A communion. 8.45 am: I tuned myself for a morning of MA fine art tutorials and a consultation regarding the Covid-ready delivery of the Vocational Practice module. 9.00 am: Kettle failure!! As domestic disasters go … it doesn’t get much worse than this. 9.30 am: Perhaps the greatest regret that I’ve had regarding the provision…

WFH: DAY 131. 7.45 am: There were several emails in my inbox, received after work last night, that required immediate attention. Last night, too, I was sent a very favourable review of my latest CD release, The Biblical Record, by Ed Pinsent, whose The Sound Projector is a major contributor to the promotion and understanding of new music and sound…

WFH: DAY 130. 7.45 am: A walk to the postbox. I’d forgotten how pleasant are the early mornings. Perhaps I should reschedule my daily ambulations and runarounds for this period of the day: 8.00 am: A communion. I’m learning to be silent — still and speechless. 8.30 am: A review of the inbox, and letters received since late Saturday. As…

‘A friendship that can cease has never been real’ (St. Jerome). WFH: DAY 129. 8.15 am: ‘John!’ As I was finishing breakfast, I heard her voice again. Again, she spoke as though from the landing of the first staircase. For the final hour of yesterday evening, I re-read some of the entrees from my Diary for 2016 to 2018. Beneath…

‘God is on top of it. That’s all’, David Bowie, ‘Pallas Athena’, Black Tie White Noise (1993).) WFH: DAY 128. 8.15 am: A communion. 9.00 am. In art, we can get by with a modicum of knowledge, a passable technique, and an adequate command of our means. But without imagination also, we can do nothing of significance. Our efforts will…

WFH: DAY 127. 8.30 am: A communion. 9.00 am: There was an overnight accumulation of inbox fodder to address, and various other reading to catch-up on. I paused at these observations made by the guitarist and composer Robert Fripp: In the US is it acceptable, personally and professionally, to hold a faith (even, to be held by a faith). In…

WFH: DAY 126. 8.15 am: A communion. My mother’s unused buttons. Winfield was F. W. Woolworth’s own brand. It came to epitomise the ‘cheap and cheerful’. I suspect that these were bought in the early 1970s, and certainly after the introduction of decimalisation in 1971. Mum’s niche product was hand-knitted cardigans, made for Dad, myself, and any new born who…