Oh dear I feel I should apologise, but then Why should I? - but regardless, yes it is another photo of a tree near the south coast on a rare sunny spring morning in 2024 and the music is the same-ish as throughout the past week - not EXACTLY the same, because these notes were freshly pressed this morning, and I did one or two slightly different things to them - but I admit that it's a case of "not that you'd notice". It is the timeless musical dilemma - do you keep on doing something that you know works and which gives you pleasure, or do you break camp and head for somewhere different and maybe it'll be nicer and maybe it won't ?
But I don't think that a week-plus is too long to remain making the same kind of music. Considering that Status Quo played the same song for 70 years. And actually almost all musicians make the same album over and over again more or less their whole career. It's just that this isn't a career. And it's not a hobby. It is me. Me. It really is.
It's like my home - I adore my house, it is perfect for me - but half the time I wish I could just pick it up and plonk it in the middle of the Scottish Borders or western Ireland or Alaska or Siberia or the African Plains or the slopes of K2. But that will never happen and I am too sad and anal and self-conscious and up-myself to get a camper van and do that stuff that way.
Friends say why not keep your house - yes it is in the middle of a shit city, but every city is shit nowadays and it is still massively fantastic to have all of Life on the doorstep - but why not keep the place and just pack a loaf of bread and a blanket on my back and wander around for a year, but even one day without rain is too much to hope for nowadays, oh lordy, it's a dilemma isn't it - a tiny tiny tiny one compared to the ones to come - the terminal illness and the hospital visits and then being forgotten in a care home without any care - times like that I think I will want to hear albums like this rather than anything too daring or radical or weird.