The necks are off some of the guitars and the guitars are in the suitcases – good thing it’s warm weather now because there’s not a lot of room left for clothes in there. The CDs are almost ready, the downloads too, the cars and hotels and places to stay with friends arranged (for the first week anyway). We’ll be seeing my entire family this weekend and I can’t wait. We’re on our way to catch a train to Paris and then a few flights to Cleveland, our spiritual home in the US.
We even managed to cut back some of the jungle growing in the back garden. Last night, around ten o’clock, Eric set a camera on a ladder in the courtyard and we sang a few songs. In the rush to get everything ready, I can forget what it is we’re even doing it all for. We sang a PF Sloan song and a Jackie DeShannon one, into the French country air. The light was fading and the birds sang with us. I hope the neighbors didn’t mind.