Notes Which Reel

The new Present CD is a very impressive piece of work. Remind me, my avid reader, to rip it soon so you, too, can enjoy its relentless desperation.

Adri leaves for England tonight after the Daryl Green show, a band I am both eager and nervous to see, being that they want to jam with me. Heh. I doubt my abilities though others do not see exactly why. My fingers freeze in attempt to poise on the proper chord. Listening to No 6 makes me wonder why I don’t just give up music for good though the notes which reel, gasping, from vibrating strings plucked by my not near as deft as I would like pick play plaintively on my senses, tinged with some bit of emotion, a residue of my intent. Maybe I should be practising rather than writing this chunk of hovno.

I have just received email from Petr about the abortive Java project I spent many hours on during the weekend, all of Sunday night and most of Monday. He wants code which can be compiled. Tough luck for him because he told me to cease my efforts before the SeriesFrame class was completely rewritten. Jeníček and I have a meeting with him in one hour, going nowhere, going nowhere. Typical.

I think I will have no time for music today, excepting letting it charge into my defenseless ears. It is the final day with Adri, the concert tonight, some drinks mayhap, then the airport. I will be on the brink of collapse at that point.

Erm.