I Sat Back And Thought About The Things We Used To Do
The night before last I spent hours reading Guy Fletcher's tour diary. He's a longtime collaborater with Mark Knopfler, was in Dire Straits even. Reading it, I decided I want their lifestyle. I want to be a semi-obscure Rock Hero that gets ignored by the press but can still afford a personal caterer and chauffered ramp access to the chartered jet. I want a signature guitar and the ability to go for a jog near the hotel without needing any security guards. I want to drink tea on stage and gin and tonics as soon as I leave it. I want to record albums when I'm not busy handling copyright and contract law or trying to start a successful design company. Then again, the other day I was fantasizing about running a window treatments company.
Last night I decided I was finished with not having a stereo in my bedroom. I've been meaning to resolve the situation for a long time - it's only two weeks till I'll have been back at home for a year. When I first moved in I had too many boxes in my room and didn't have an interest in hanging out there - I was trying to arrange my media room into something like what the mobile had been. That wasn't a realistic proposal though, as it's impossible to have groups here at night without waking people up. When my Yamaha arrived in July I started spending a lot of time in the garage, and I find it difficult to wrench without music, so my stereo went to the garage.
Eventually I finished disassembling and reassembling my bike -- although it does still require some work -- and even more slowly my boxes have been getting sorted out. I still haven't opened many of them, but more and more they're out of the way and my bedroom is opening up. I realized it was time for music to come back.
Immediately upon setting up my stereo, I was filled with happiness. It was satiating, fulfilling. I put on Tea For Two, and revelled in it. My bedroom is almost a home again.
Last night I decided I was finished with not having a stereo in my bedroom. I've been meaning to resolve the situation for a long time - it's only two weeks till I'll have been back at home for a year. When I first moved in I had too many boxes in my room and didn't have an interest in hanging out there - I was trying to arrange my media room into something like what the mobile had been. That wasn't a realistic proposal though, as it's impossible to have groups here at night without waking people up. When my Yamaha arrived in July I started spending a lot of time in the garage, and I find it difficult to wrench without music, so my stereo went to the garage.
Eventually I finished disassembling and reassembling my bike -- although it does still require some work -- and even more slowly my boxes have been getting sorted out. I still haven't opened many of them, but more and more they're out of the way and my bedroom is opening up. I realized it was time for music to come back.
Immediately upon setting up my stereo, I was filled with happiness. It was satiating, fulfilling. I put on Tea For Two, and revelled in it. My bedroom is almost a home again.