I like John Mayer a lot. Partly because he writes some fantastic songs, but partly because he performs these far more dynamically with just a guitar than many could manage after hours in a recording studio.
So last night was one of my lowest moments this term. It’s been a rough week in general, for no reason in particular. But they talk about a week five blues, and I guess that’s what it is. The five hours of uninspired rehearsal just tipped the scale really.
It’s over now though. I spagged out (Louism) and I went over to see him, far too late on, and he… made it better again. Funny, as that conflicts a little with something I learnt this week about how even your favourite person cannot make you happy and keep you that way. But that’s not important really. Perhaps it’s more important to have someone who can pick you up again afterwards.
In other news, something is clicking in my singing lessons now. I was singing high Ds and Es quite clearly this morning and that’s not anything I’ve ever done before.
Anyways. I have two free hours now and I’m really going to try and set about this essay, then we have a hot chocolate gathering in Waterstones’ Costa, then I have choir practice and short evensong (Lou’s coming, yays), then in the later evening we’re going to a reduced Shakespeare thing at the ADC. It should be a nice day now.
