Coronavirus lockdown day 6
It was just like the old days at Sawyers Arms Road. Well, it would have been if I was in the garage. Two of the three of us were. We used to jam and write and never, ever drink in a tin triple garage out the back of a flat where countdown is near Northlands.
We’d record there to, and send the tapes (!!) off to our drummer, who would visit once a month when we’d all play together.
This time around the drummer sent the bass and drums tracks through and via the wonders of the internet we managed to cobble together everything we need:
- A shared directory for our tracks,
- The start of a shared language and process,
- Plenty of trash-talk and a beer or two,
- the discovery of Jamkazam.com, and
- Someone got told off for being too loud.
It’s going to be great to see where this leads.
So how did we spend day 6?
Slow start, but it got busier and busier. Teenager decided it would be a good day to Kondo the room, everything that doesn’t bring her joy is now spread all around the house – ensuring it doesn’t bring anyone else a single speck of joy either. All the transfer stations and charity shops are closed…
Stir fry rice for dinner, and discovering that the peril of getting beer delivered in the groceries, is that you drink it …