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Monday, 29 August 2005
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Today was Felicity's
birthday so we and the kids went to yum cha in the
morning for some speed eating and gallons of tea. Everyone came back to
Henley
Beach for a snooze, except I took the opportunity to do some
more practice. Then Felicity and I staggered up to Henley
Square, to the Bacchus, to
meet friends Gay and Steve, and to see the Hiptones.
The
band
was excellent, as usual, the company delightful (except that they are
smokers), and of course we all drank far too
much
Many semi-drunken truths were revealed and
discussed; fortunately none
will ever be remembered. Gay is one of many people I know who were
artists, made too little money, took day jobs, and now, later in life
(Gay is my age), has quit her job and is returning to art. Good on her,
and all the others I know who are doing this.
Gay and I did
discuss my inability (sometimes) to recognise important
emotional cues from people I care about, which had some interesting
reverberations the next day.
10:55:21 PM 
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Okay, I've recovered from
the self-pity of the Friday night gig. Actually I really did do all
right. I just go along with Miles Davis
when he said he thought he only played four good notes a night. And
that was a good night. Even so I spent hours Saturday practising,
atoning for sins imagined and real. I considered going to the Governor Hindmarsh
Hotel
to see my friend Ralph Franke play, but I was pretty tired, and I
wanted to keep practising, so I stayed home. I worked my bum
off.
10:41:24 PM
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Last update: 27/9/05; 9:55:51 PM.
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