It was a grey morning; not unlike a sky blanketed in aluminium foil and lit from below. The sun was nowhere to be seen, yet its light diffused through the screen to create a shadowless world as we arrived at the rehearsal facility. There was little to do this morning on stage that created work and worry beyond the tidying of cables (oh so many cables) the cleaning of guitars, and running a dry paintbrush over dusty surfaces. Arriving at 10.30am, our stream of labour was like a meandering river, slowly snaking its way through halts of mini-projects to the all-important line-check.
Following some lunch, and at around 3pm, long rumbles of thunder sounded from above the foil of cloud, despite its meagre spread over the sky. After Leonard arrived and did his thing on stage, the van-loads of band-loads flooded in slowly like our river of labour, overflowing its banks. The full chorus of music began to rise from the stream, and the drafts parted the clouds around 5pm, warming the air, lending the poppies in the parking lot a radiant red, while the spell of shadowless light was lifted; flickering shadows of leafy trees crept along the room’s bright wooden floor, invited inside through the glass doors and windows.
The first song on today’s menu was ‘Choices’ (released as a single by George Jones in 1999) and the band played it through a few times; Leonard seemed to enjoy it a great deal, but ‘work’ beckoned and he and the band got down to the very serious business of playing through the first set, confidently cutting the songs short once it was agreed that everyone was in good shape.
We finished earlier tonight than last night, around 7.30pm, and it was decided among a few of The Winning Team that a repeat visit to the secret Japanese place near our secret hotel was in order. After a hundred beers and a barrel of edamame, we called it a night and joined the lazy stream of sleep; tomorrow we load out.