An early night

It’s been a busy weekend.

In the last few days I have been sent five CDs by bands/artists, music agents, PR companies.

Or not.

I say ‘or not’ because one of the CDs arrived without the sender’s details, without a business card, without a compliment slip, without a briefing note.

So it might have been sent by any of the above-mentioned people, or it might have been put in the post by a friend of the band.

Oh well.

I listen to every CD that is submitted; it would be rude not to. And unprofessional.

Last night we went to a gig at a bikers pub in the next village. It ended up being a very late night.

The band – Rock Doctors – are a 70s/80s covers band. Most of their work was comprised of obvious choice music; The Who, Free, Stevie Wonder, The Band and more.

The band’s Big Closing Number was Pink Floyd’s ‘Comfortably Numb’.

It was, without doubt, the best live version of ‘Comfortably Numb’ I’ve ever heard.

It was even better than Pink Floyd’s own live version, which I’ve heard Pink Floyd perform twice.

We didn’t leave the pub until stupid o’clock this morning.

And finally got out of bed just before noon.

Today has been busy; I came home, have ridden, practised guitar, listened to work, wrote work, edited some audio work, edited some video work, cooked, ate, washed-up, tidied, washed and dried one of Vin’s lightweight rugs and practised guitar again.

I’m currently watching one of the things I recorded last night (Transporter 3), whilst writing this.

It is 7.30pm.

I shall be in bed by 9pm, and asleep soon after.

Except I will get a phone call around 10.15pm.

I had quite a choice of things to watch this evening. I have already watched one of the many episodes of ‘Suits’ I have stacked up on my PVR.

Last night, while I was out, I recorded a bunch of rubbish television, for mindless evenings such as this.

Transporter 3, John Tucker Must Die, The Princess Diaries, Muppets From Space and an episode each of Dr Who and Winter Wipeout.

Because when you’re as tired as I am, you only want mindless pap on the television.

And believe me, I am tired.

But also good.