Awake, on a Monday morning, in a nice sleeping bed, with the window open and the cooler temperatures and the sounds of London come wafting in softly. A couple weeks have gone by since before Thanksgiving, when I rushed over from Brooklyn to Newark loaded down with warm clothes and instruments. I have to admit, though I am not so tired, I am a little beat up. Some of these shows have been long, and the winter weather seemed to come out of nowhere for me. The day I left, I remember it actually being so unseasonably warm that I wished I could have packed my boots and my winter coat in my suitcase because I was getting noticeably uncomfortable. I was sweating (!) and it being late November and all...
So, here I am in London. It's been some years since I've been able to get here and more years since I first came. I'll spare you the story of that, suffice it to say that in '97 I flew over to the UK for a visit to the Edinburgh Fringe Festival in Scotland (where I had my heart broken basically upon arrival by the then girlfriend) and, as my entry and departure point, I crashed out with an aunt in London. Summertime, no responsibility, plenty of money in my pockets, first time overseas, it was awesome and, since then, I've had a mixture of different adventures and stories.
I've busked in the squares, shopped for books in Camden Town, been robbed, rolled Golden Virginia or Drum tobacco and drank PG Tips, worked on a construction site in sandals with a red bandana (I was so broke, I couldn't afford hair ties) on to keep the hair out of my face because I had to somehow make it over to Paris for a gig that I had gotten as a guest of the American University there. I guess the editor of the school's literary journal took pity on me and booked me to come and do a reading, which I did. Paris. That was a long time ago.
The other day, I was supposed to spend a night in Paris, but peoples, when you are in this business and you are at the mercy of other people's transportation, meaning trains, then you learn to sometimes regret that reality. Fair enough, this has been an extremely cold winter so far over here, and considering the warm spell I had as I was departing the States... But, seriously, if you've followed the news, there is crazy cold and snow all across Europe. Planes are grounded, roads are blocked off and even the trains are delayed. Even the Eurostar, which not only rides under ground, but it is under the water, under the ground, and even that was delayed. So when I arrived at Gare du Nord from Freiburg on Saturday morning with Parisian dreams (I was in Paris exactly twelve years ago from that past Saturday, by the way) just to ask about Eurostar schedules and they told me I wasn't getting on one of them 'til Monday. There being a gig on Sunday at The Hartley Bar that a good friend had sorted out, well, I couldn't wait. It was off to the next train to make the LONG trip via the ferry from Calais to Dover and then on to Victoria Station.
So, I am settled in London, got a couple more gigs in the UK, one up in Mansfield and the other back in London at the Half Moon with the Light of Day crew. Lunch of beans and cheese on toast will be had, most likely, in Camden Town after a bit of shopping and filming with the old Flip Camera (more bad movies, on the way). Anyway, I should have some more photos and some more of this and that and, most likely, a bit of scandal in my next installment here. Drop back in!
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