"Hiding. Yeah, I’ve been hiding" (Peter Blegvad, 'Chicken'). Not really. But one consequence of doing too many interesting things is that there is no time left to write about them, other than in short bursts on twitter.
A week in Aldeburgh with 10 musicians over a month ago was very productive indeed: here is the band photo we’re not going to use: Will Pound had already dashed for his train by this point …
… and here I am doing the Frank Zappa ‘thanks for coming to the show, good night’ thing (I’ve always wanted to do that).
With such a diverse and ridiculously talented bunch I could recommend everyone’s latest album, but I’ll stick to the two I hadn’t heard before, which are this bit of medieval Welsh harpery from Bill, and Zan & Jake’s English grounds – I’ve listened to both of these a lot over the last month. You’ll have to wait for a while until you hear the one we all recorded together on 1 April.
Also on the recording front, the score for Skins Pure is in the can and just needs a couple of final tweaks and some twiddles from His Grace the Fat of Segal. I don’t think there are many yoof TV dramas that have two wire-strung clarsachs on the soundtrack, ha ha.
In the last couple of days I’ve been learning all about DPC latency spikes, which have crippled two computers in the last few weeks: I know a lot more about them now but I still can’t make them go away. Other things that I wish would just go away include the Bank of Scotland. Last September we filled in all the (copious) documentation to change the signatories on our ConCal bank account, and despite continual asking at the branch, nothing seemed to be happening. Finally I was given another phone number to try a couple of weeks ago, and when I got through to a real person I found out that nothing had happened at all since November, and that nobody knew why. Eventually our case was ‘prioritised’ (I wonder how long it would take to process if it wasn’t) and I got a package in the post from the bank on Saturday. I was hoping for a ‘we’ve done it now’ notification, but no such luck. It contained a whole new set of forms, almost identical to the first lot, and a covering letter saying ‘Unfortunately you have completed the incorrect mandate for your type of business’. No, it wasn’t ‘unfortunate’: they screwed up, gave us the wrong forms and then sat on them for six months. Anyway, what the Bank of Scotland doesn’t know is that our last board meeting has already approved that we should take our meagre cash resources elsewhere, so I’ll ceremoniously bin their pointless time-wasting forms later.