I am tucked up in the warm, coughing and wheezing, and regretting my missed walk with Lucy this afternoon. But the icy wind blowing across the estuary at low tide would have been just a bit too much. Being the woman who knows rather a lot about rather a lot, she was able to inform me that I have Labyrinthitis...when I just thought I was dizzy when I stood up.
Underlying the regret is a comfortable feeling of letting go of worries and deadlines and guilt.
Being ill, but not desperately ill, is a nuisance but has its good side. I might even have time to visit some blogs.
My bass playing friend Etienne has been given "Carte Blanche" by the arts council to organise a performance with invited musicians of the music he has written over a long period. I am delighted that he has asked me to perform some of our duo songs with him, and also to sing on some of his other tracks with the complete line up (a brass section to die for!)
The tracks are wonderful, and varied. He is a fan of Jacko Pastorius, and has just sent me something that sounds like Weather Report and Frank Zappa have formed a supergroup and are playing on a misty green celtic hillside...in Africa...
Let's hope my voice comes back by Tuesday, when we start rehearsing.
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