Gone tomorrow, Here today!

I know I've been noticeable in my absence from these hallowed pages of late, dear reader, so I thought I'd make amends with a pointer to a small corner of the blogosphere that's been occupying my time and my thoughts recently. I'm off to Germany tomorrow for a show with BC Sweet, but right now, journey with me if you will via this magical link, to my scary story:

A PENNY FOR THE GUY

Busy, Busy, and, er....Busy!

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This week seems to have taken on an unstoppable momentum. Firstly, Miki is preparing a series of Paintings for an International Calendar commission that she's just secured, plus we are re-mounting a new exhibition at the Eyecare centre here in Albir. A new exhibition takes a lot of time and preparation, so we're very occupied with that. I've also just met up with my friend, Norwegian singer and guitarist Jack Bostad, and we briefly discussed doing a few local shows together, which I'm really keen to do, though it will mean some rehearsals. In a week or so Miki and I travel down to Mojacar to mount a new exhibition there, too, with all the attendant planning and preparation. This weekend sees the first of 5 shows throughout Novemeber for my band BC Sweet, in Europe and the UK, so I want to set aside a little time this week to run through the set, as the first show is a big festival in Lubeck, Germany. So, no time to draw breath really! I also just want to remind everybody to check out my Halloween story; Pumpkin Number Six if you havent done so already, its a nice chilly tale for All Hallow's Eve!

Father to Son

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It's Saturday morning, less than two days since I said goodbye to my son at Alicante airport as he headed home to England. He'd been to stay for a week, The first half spent down in Mojacar (where he lived for a while a few years ago) the second half up in Albir with Miki and I.

It was a joy to see him, but not only that, a joy to see him developing as a young man, his curiosity, his politeness, his humour.
As a musician, I am naturally over the moon at his burgeoning skills on the drums, and his interest, ambition and involvement with his band, Jilambis.

He is performing well at school, after difficult times re-adjusting returning from Spain, he is set to do well in all his exams.

But perhaps just as joyful to me is the fact that he is accepted and liked by Miki.
Children from past relationships can be a difficult bridge to cross, so it means a lot to me that Miki welcomes him.


Pride is meant to be one of the seven deadly sins...well, then I'm one hell of a sinner because I'm seriously proud of him!

Mojacar Village

Wherefore art thou, weary traveller?

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You may well ask...Indeed if you have been asking yourself what has happened to "Ten Weeks in a Box" Miki and I's Travel tale, it's just taking a short break, while Miki completes an important Art commission, but rest assured it will return next Monday, picking up where we left off in Derby.

In the meantime, why don't you pop on over to The Coffee Cup Club and join in with the conversation and maybe post an entry there yourself. Or, with Halloween coming up, why not scare yourself to death with my new tale for All Hallows Eve; "Pumpkin Number Six"? Its on my Muse on the Rock blog, where you can also find another couple of creepy tales!

That should keep you busy until our travel tales return......

Compliments are always Welcome!

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While I was down in Almeria province, I used the time to "dismantle a number of our exhibitions in Mojacar, Las Bouganvillas, and Vera, three towns in the region.
We try to refresh the exhibitions on a regular basis, and also give them a small "rest" so that they never become "part of the furniture".

It was while I was removing the paintings at these various locations that I started to get people coming up to me.

"I just want to thank you for these paintings, I shall miss them." - that from a regular visitor to the restaurant, not the owner.

"Are these paintings by your partner? I could never afford any art, but please tell her they have given me great pleasure" - another visitor to one of the exhibitions.

And from Anita, owner of Allegria on Mojacar Playa, where we had a recent exhibition of Miki's flower paintings;

"You are a very nasty man! Look how bare my walls are!"

Of course, it was a little tongue in cheek, and perhaps not exactly a compliment, but well, an indirect one, I'd like to think!

I have to say, these words filled me with pride for Miki's work, it makes it all worthwhile. Mind you, if she reads this, we'll have to widen the doorway to the gallery to get her head in!

The Prodigal Returns!

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Back from Almeria province, and laden with paintings from our various exhibitions there, not to mention my son, Corey; Miki and I were re-united today. It's been a long few days, and its always nice to come home to the one you love.

I just wanted to put a quick entry in here, to announce my return, so there'll be some more coherent pieces in the next few days hopefully!

I heard some upsetting news while down there about the wife of a friend of mine, who is terminally ill. Hearing something like that, knowing the person, and having seen them not too long ago in robust health, it really makes you aware of our mortality.
The lesson it teaches us is a hard one, but it must be learnt nevertheless. Live for the moment, sieze it, and when you've enjoyed it, sieze another. Our life is precious and all too short, We should squeeze every damn good thing out of it before relinquishing our hold on it.

Dreamtime

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A quick entry today, before I disappear for a few days; My son is visiting from England, so I'm taking a break!

I had a strange dream last night, where I was wandering around on a windswept mountain, pursued, but not attacked by, an organised pack of alsatians. They gradually herded me downhill until I came to a large abandoned factory of sorts, which had some kind of stage on the front of it. I entered at ground level, through a large shower/toilet area and out into a mud covered room. Everywhere was covered in the thick, wet ooze. A ladder went up in to the next level. That, too, was covered in the glistening mud.

I looked at my clothes and decided I should go back into the shower area, and get clean and leave my clothes there, so I could better negotiate the mud covered room and ladders. As I got there, my pursuers, human, but indistinct, unrecollectable, asked me where I was going. I pointed to the door leading from the shower room. They opened it, but it was just a closet. The mud covered room had disappeared......

Yeah, I know...I'll ring for the White Van!