It is an age and a half since I logged onto America’s central database and I found the site, as is common today, confusing and not user-friendly. I’d logged on as Thomas had informed me that Laura had created a WildßcreW group, but damned if I could find it. After wasted way too much time trying to find the group and a little bit of sense of the site I quit. Continue reading “Facebook group”
During the week I managed to find a little time to work on the CD graffiti and selected “Painkiller”. At the moment the idea is to spell the song title using syringes and I think it works quite well. The syringes on my prototype, however, were noticeably thinner towards the end and so I decided to make a syringe template and redraw the title. Continue reading “CD art – Painkiller”
Last weekend I was in Frankfurt’s Oktoberfest and so couldn’t make it to the cover band practice and the weekend before that I was out and about with the in laws and outlaws celebrating our twentieth wedding anniversary but I plan to practice for a couple of hours this evening. (I’ll be leaving at 22:00 because I’ll be driving to Stuttgart tomorrow for their Oktoberfest). Continue reading “Cover band Arzthosen”
Erich called me at the start of the week and it was only when he called me again yesterday evening that I remembered I hadn’t returned his call. He’d managed to ring me whilst I was playing squash and when I returned his call it was late in the evening. Continue reading “Chat with Erich”
Between project stress at work and commitments to a trio of Oktoberfests it was always going to be a logistical masterpiece to fit in a flight to the UK for my great aunt’s funeral. I made the decision to cancel at the start of the week and that happened to coincide with a mail from my sister and my aunt’s executor, suggesting I fly over at a later date, after the stress of the funeral, to visit the grave.
It’s been many weeks since I was able to make it to the cover band practice and after driving for a half an hour on the way to the practice room I almost found myself taking a wrong turning and heading for the Studio! Continue reading “Arzthosen practice”
With the passing away of my great aunt last week I learned that she has willed me to read Rudyard Kipling’s poem “If” at her funeral Service. Continue reading ““If-“”