The Uneven Keel

We got shafted tonight by London Transport. This city can be impossible sometimes. Wears you down in the day and shafts you at night.

So, no Powers Bar show for me. I've disappointed the promoter, which I don't like one bit.

I'm sitting here in my room. Red light on, with a lava lamp cascading green blue light across the room. I have a guitar on my knee. I fear sometimes where things will go. Such big stakes out there. And for some reason, as I waited for the non-existent rail replacement bus from Crouch Hill, my mind was elsewhere. Surrounded by memories.

How did we get to this place?! Keep on pushing. Don't give in. That sense that deep down in your bones you are right. For every knock they give you, give them twice as much back! Get back up on that stage as soon as possible. Whatever it is. Whether its boardroom, a bedroom or a small bar stage.

I need more time. I think that I need to let myself get well again. I need a drummer and I need some bass. I need a walk in the countryside without a hip flask. I need to stop smoking. I need to stop dealing in fakes. I need to deliver. I need to score.

I had my confidence stripped in the last three months 2009. I have had a tremendous resurgence in the last couple of months. Some really great stuff is happening. Nights like tonight are moments when I look back down from where I am and get a bit of vertigo.

See you on April 7th in Camden Town.

Your friend,

The BoHo Scarecrow