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Tour and time off – a picture summary #1

This week has been … varied, to say the least.

I arrived in the UK on Monday this week and played in Brighton that same night. Then went busking in Brighton on Tuesday. Thanks to the lovely people who kept me company and lodged me etc.!

And here is a picture of the pier, of course:

On Wednesday I headed off to Cardiff to stay with my sister and her family. But before settling down there for a while, I got the train back to Bristol on Thursday for my gig at …

I opened for Rumble Pack and Lapis Lazuli, which was really cool!

But before the gig, I busked for an hour – and made 11 pounds. Bristol is friendly. It made me happy.
(Even though I look very serious in this photo, taken in the bathroom mirror at Start the Bus.)

After the gig, I got the last train back to Cardiff, at 1.40 in the morning. It was very unpleasant, but completely worth it.

On the day after the gig – Friday – my brother-in-law had the day off and me, him, and my niece went to Barry Island (near-Cardiff seaside). We made sandcastles and me and my niece waded out a bit in the water. An unusual but very nice way to unwind the day after a gig.

And so we have reached Saturday, which is today. Since it’s my brother-in-law’s birthday, we made a day trip to Glastonbury and had a picnic in the abbey.

It has indeed been a varied week. I like that.

I’m now heading into Cardiff to go to Lapis Lazuli’s gig here tonight.

That’s all for now, folks.

Tour update (with interrail anecdote)

The tour has started.

(Although I feel a bit self-conscious calling it a tour since I only have one paid gig, one short free gig, a few open mics, and some busking planned. But what the heck. I’m travelling between cities and I am playing music. What is that if not touring?)

Getting to the UK was fairly unproblematic. German trains are awesome. Swedish Öresundståg from Gothenburg to Copenhagen first stopped halfway down the west coast (not the train operator’s fault though, the police where hunting someone on the tracks—or at least that was the fast-spreading rumour on the train) and then it took ages to reach Malmö since the engine sort of broke down and they could only use 45 percent of its capacity. So I had to change trains in Malmö, but I got to Copenhagen in time to change for my night train.

After the night train from Copenhagen to Cologne—a fairly comfortable experience—I sat on the steps of Cologne Dome having breakfast as the day dawned. It was like 20 degrees out. It is not as hot in the UK, which is where I am now. My feet are cold.

I met a couple of Irish musicians on the night train. They had just been to Sweden, even played in Gothenburg (at Dubliner’s, of course) last week. What I like about travelling like this is that it breaks down the barriers between people. You get to talk to people you wouldn’t normally start a conversation with. And it brings out nice things in people, even though the vulnerability of someone on the road can be immense and it would be really easy to take advantage of that.

I remember when I was on an interrail when I was 20. Me and my travel buddy Anna where on our way back to Sweden and we were both really tired. Anna took out her sleeping bag and laid down on the floor of the station under a staircase. I couldn’t sleep so I went for a short walk, leaving Anna with all our luggage except my passport and wallet. When I got back someone had put a cup with €20 next to her. They could have stolen something, but they gave her money instead.

In any case, I arrived in Brighton yesterday (Tuesday) and I did an open mic in the evening. It was good—even though they, for some inexplicable reason, had a muted Harry Potter film on the TV above the stage. Kind of surreal listening to music with Harry Potter actors doing a bad job in the background.

Today I went busking in Brighton for a couple of hours (between crazy rain showers). That was good to. It paid for food today and I’ve still got enough money for a pint. But I’m going to bed now, saving that pint for another night.

Until next time.

Welcome to my world

Hello and welcome to my blog.

I’ll post stuff about living as a musician and still trying not to be stressed out and unwell all the time. It will also be about what art can do, how it can change us and help us make things right. Like, make things right as a species. That’s big. That matters.

Let me quote myself to explain. These are (part of) the lyrics for my song Stories (which I’ve started recording and will upload as soon as possible):

I don’t know where to turn for answers
I don’t know where I am
I coat my life in lies that comfort me
Don’t scorn me ’cause I turn to stories
We all do that

We don’t know where to turn for comfort
We don’t know where we are
We need a sense that there is hope for us
Some stories make things worse, some help us
To make things right