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Monday, 27 March 2006 |
The chaos is tangible.
The semi-abandoned to-do lists are disconnected and overlaid with festival programmes and a coffee cup or two. I'm writing trombone charts for Lisa to read on Friday and having a fantastic time. Imagining loping notes weaving around my newest songs. I think this is happiness.
I always pictured happiness happened when the desk was clean the bath tub spotless and I was reclinining in an armchair weighing in at around 50kg yet still eating Lindt chocolate while I chatted to an interviewer from Rolling Stone UK. Little did I know it could occur when the shower recess was festooned with cobwebs, a trail of ants had found last nights saucepans and the bills were mounting up. I guess it's more to do with the joy of imagining Lisa play these lines right out of my imagination & the memory of a man who kissed me while I was half asleep this morning before he left to battle some backyard. Not to mention the e-mail from a HSC student who wants to sing 'Jericho' for her exam piece. I'll have that over Rolling Stone any day!
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