cake by katharine eastman

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Very gentle, this one. And I think this is one of the most beautiful ones I've ever done - my oh so humble opinion, of course.
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This might be the very first piece of music I've ever made while drunk. There'd been some wine in my fridge for literally months, just hanging around during a dry spell - and the day before yesterday I went a bit bonkers in British Heart Foundation and bought a load of just-in briliant chamber music CDs and that put me on such a high and the best way to celebrate was of course to drink wine, and then shop for more wine, and then wake up yesterday and shop for more wine, and wake up today and drink more wine.

I'm too old and damaged now to ever be able to get really drunk-drunk-DRUNK, not like I did in my youth, so it's not as though I'm staggering about here shouting at spiders and singing loud sea-shanties and chanting Ingur-Lund!!! over and over. Indeed, I've always been one of those drunks who people think is drunk when they're sober and sober when they're drunk - being sober is just so much more wonderful.

But being drunk has its good points too. It makes me mellow. I got up at 5 and had breakfast with my wine and have been having a fairly normal day really - out with the keyboards, choose a number (I think this album is made using the "clavichord" setting), do the usual, hit the guitar a few times, mess around on the computer, find a random photo, bob's your uncus.

And as always, more by luck than any skill I might pretend to possess, this album has turned out really well - well it suits my mellow mood. The couple of guitar interludes are its weakest periods.
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(recorded this morning, photo Cake For Pride last Saturday at Rosie Lea House between Lymington & Brockenhurst)
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