Listening to the BBC iPlayer repeat of last night’s BBC 6music Gideon Coe radio show I heard him say that yesterday (January 19th 2009) is the most depressing day of the year.

Well that would explain yesterday’s blogging wouldn’t it ?

Of course let’s not make a drama out of a crisis eh Daily Mail ?  The sky is falling !

Feeling blue? Today - January 19, 2009 - is the most depressing day in HISTORY, say experts
By Daily Mail Reporter

 

It’s a good thing I don’t pay attention to the radio (other than to listen to proper music shows after they’ve been broadcast…) or I might not have bothered getting out of bed yesterday.

 

Last night I picked up “Tunesmith” by Jimmy Webb again and got back into it.
When I tried reading it a few months ago I found it a bit wordy. Now it feels more substantive (is that a word you’ve ever heard me use ? I doubt it).
He writes about the space a writer uses to be creative. I have found that space. The problem is that , like Webb, I can’t share that physical space with anyone else while I’m writing.
(And before you say anything … that’s where the comparison between me and Jimmy Webb ends)

 

It sent me to sleep with the strains of ‘Galveston’ ringing in my head and dreams of Ivor Novellos.

Could be worse … could’ve been ‘MacArthur Park’ because it was cold last night and the cake would have frozen…

I feel the need to empty my mind of some clutter.

By and large I have tried to ignore the end of the world as we know it. It’s all out of my control so I can only sit here and deal with whatever happens.

Yesterday I went into the studio and wanted to write something. I re-appeared a couple of hours later with a recording and no lyric.
Frustrated with myself I listened to the track a few times last night and realised I have fallen back into my old ways. I need to finish what I’ve started.
When I produced the songs for NaSoAlMo last November it worked only because I had to finish the song in each session.
Going back to the song doesn’t work for me, there has to be something there to build on lyric-wise. The vibe from yesterday’s session is gone.

I want to write a song about religion and believing in God. I’m having doubts about religion.
As a small child I had an imaginary friend. The years haven’t quite erased the indoctrination but they’re getting there.

There are worried people in every office these days. Mine is no exception. Somewhere in the deepest recess of my mind I wonder ‘what-if’ and think about life-changing events.
It’s difficult to conduct ‘business as usual’ because it’s not.

 

This is where I am right now.

This is where I’ll be in a few hours.

January. Dark. Cold. Lifeless. Effort. Winter. Dull. Crisp. Damp.