|| Wednesday, 8th August 2012
Rising from an exceptionally busy night.
The final adventure was not a good one: onstage with King Crimson, with Adrian at the front. From one point of view, this was an achievement: most Night Adventures Of The Crimson Kind never manage to get to a far as playing. Last night, we did. Unfortunately, while playing Schizoid Man I had a blanket over my fingerboard. For Diary readers unfamiliar with the mechanics of guitaring, this makes it difficult to accurately fret and finger the parts, and to judge the positions. To make this awful situation worse, I couldn’t hear anyone else. I mentioned to Adrian: I can’t hear anything! Adrian replied: I can. Meaning, I can hear your hammer-handed playing only too well. Oh dear. Then, to make a worser situation even worse than that, apparently I had failed to do a promised something-or-other for the good local-promoters in the small, good neighbourhood performance space. This promised-something was along the lines of autography, personal meeting et al. Another wretched outing for The Beast In The Night.
If that were the only travail, it would have been enough; but this was only the last in a series of travails.
Rising to WillyFred, full of the joy of being alive and waiting to play. While opening the curtains, my naked left foot trod on a large and soft round object that had been inside WillyFred not long before.
Across the road to World HQ and morning reading…
Ralph Verde’s graveside service is in Monterey today.
11.11 An e-mail to iTunes…
declan's e-mail is impressively moderate. my own feelings, as copyright owner seemingly unable to obtain a clear picture of what UMG and iTunes have been doing with my material, without permission now for several years, might be stated in somewhat more forthright terms.
however, moderation is my preferred manner.
UMG seems to believe that my dispute with them is likely to be resolved shortly...
... "we are very close to completing that process.” Fripp, however, has no confidence in Universal’s goodwill.
accurate information is certainly a movement forward, and your assistance will be gratefully received.
By “my” I refer to the complete body of Crimson material, acknowledging the interests of all other Crims on whose behalf I act; whether they have legal entitlement or otherwise. I do not deceive myself that the music belongs to me, nor actually to anyone at all, other than in a strict legal sense. So if UMG, or anyone else, seeks to abrogate the rewards of our work to themselves, I get rather snippy.
13.15 Social excitement of the day: Chris Withers-Green and his family visited at noon, en route to a family holiday in the West Country…
Coincidentally, Chris grew up just outside Bredonborough. He worked at Polydor in London, and accompanied me on the Frippertronics Eurotour in the Spring of 1979. Without Chris’ loyal support, that tour would have been impossible. Chris also took a series of approved photos that, recently, he sent and are now scanned and within the DGM Archive. Chris’ nickname was Boy…
Old Goat and younger Boy Withers-Green…
Driving south and West, Chris hopes to visit TB, a well-known figure from English pop music’s Golden Age, and Chris’ earlier incarnation as Music Boy. Speaking recently to TB, Chris asked if he was in touch with me. Answer: He’s still as mad as a box of frogs! This, an authoritative opinion by a long-term, very successful music industry insider.
Examples of Chris’ 1979 pix – Polygram HQ, Hamburg…
Somewhere with borrowed Revoxes…
Christiani District, Copenhagen...
Fab to see the Boy after thirty years, and a pleasure to meet the Withers-Green family.
15.04 Off to tea with our pal Judy at Eckington Manor Hotel.
17.56 Wonderful company, and a breathtaking High Tea. Everything Judy does, she does to the highest standard. A loyal friend.
21.45 An early-evening walk out to Wick, the next village over the bridge. While in motion, we kept going until we reached our pals’ home; our local pals, formerly of the haunted house across the Market Square. A spontaneous invite, and back to us for supper. Then – awfulness! – bad news in a family-arising situation and they had to hurtle away.
A walk down the garden I…
Then – relief and joy arising! – badness became goodness and our pals returned for a fun supper at the back door.
A good day and evening of social adventures.
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