Day 124
Monday February 2
Mercifully I have a day off today so can rest the foot which I very much do after getting up quite disgustingly late. The only thing on the agenda is a three hour rehearsal with Omater tonight. I limp along to that and find she’s recruited a new guitarist called Matteo. It’s going to be just him, me, Omater and the drummer tonight. We go into the first song and immediately there’s a really nice feeling in the room. Damn he’s good. Really understated with great rhythms and a decent volume that means everything can be heard clearly. We bounce off each other nicely too and he’s confident and experienced enough to pitch in a few new ideas for the songs which we try and which work. Nothing too radical, just a touch and a tweak here. We just play a D minor? Why not throw in a C? Simple stuff like that which lifts quite a few moments.
Me and the drummer Pawel take the opportunity for this stripped down rehearsal to try a few things between us to tighten up some parts as well. We all really get into it and Matteo devises a lovely opening riff to a song which I jump on and glide over, holding and improvising to go with the first verse. So much of today’s rehearsal is like this, full of really cool improvised moments. And when we’ve gone through the songs Matteo knows, I show him a few others and he’s away on them too.
We leave feeling quite good about how today’s gone.
I limp home. But as I continue, walking does get better and easier. If it continues to be better tomorrow, I’ll be fine.
Day 125
Tuesday February 3
I have another day off today so more much needed rest. The toe still hurts but it does seem to be improving so I see no need to go check out the health centre. I mean, I was contemplating walking home from central London last night. How bad can it really be?
Besides, I have a three hour Punching Preachers rehearsal tonight to prepare for. I manage a good two hours in a few separate sessions and really concentrate here on American Girl and Rival Sons’ Keep On Swinging. As well as a few details on some other songs and I also make sure I play the more familiar ones just because it’s so easy to take them for granted, get put on the spot and not be able to remember the note they start on and it not only all falls apart from there but immediately looks like you haven’t learnt the song at all.
Guess what happens in the rehearsal? Yep. I manage to mess up American Girl and Keep On Swinging. Not huge but enough that we have to stop and go round again. American Girl is just a complete mental block on a part I played over and over for about 10 minutes today and Keep On Swinging happens because, when it gets to the bass heavy part, it just all feels and sounds so different in here rhythmically that I just can’t get hold of it. A stop and check on that one sorts that out and a run through of the mentally blocked chords of American Girl gets that one back on track too. Apart from that, I get through everything else fine, including a few songs we hadn’t played before and a few passages unique to the band that I pick up on. For the first time, the lads start talking about Saturday night with me as part of the package. Craig even asks how my backing vocals are. I tell him they’re acceptable as long as I’m singing with someone else but not too good if I’m on my own and exposed. I tell him I am able to carry a tune and that playing and singing is absolutely fine. That somewhat qualified answer given, he tells me not to worry about backing on this gig and it’s something we’ll look at maybe in the next rehearsal. Fine by me. I do love singing and it’s one thing I really wish I could properly do. I just have a limited range, especially full on as backing vocals have to be, and a crappy voice.
A very notable aspect of this rehearsal is how much physically easier I find it than any other time I’ve played with them. I’ve done a lot of work in the past week on stamina, often playing 16ths in songs where they weren’t needed. I’ve also properly warmed up and stretched. Not just today but for the past few days, keeping my arms, wrists and hands in a state of readiness. I’ve also – and this is the clincher – done a lot of my practice standing up, especially when working on their set. This means that when it comes to playing some of the songs tonight, everything looks and feels exactly the same as it did at home. At no point in the rehearsal do I feel in trouble. In fact, just the opposite. I know I’ve developed, or redeveloped, a lot since that first reaudition when I had some difficulty, but tonight I feel the same as I do when I’m just playing these songs at home. Huge huge difference and in a very short space of time. I think I’ve been like a footballer that just needed a preseason to get back to matchfitness, although I know a full gig, which I haven’t done since before the summer, is another matter altogether.
Also, in this rehearsal and the last one with Omater, I’ve discovered that there are people in both bands who are full time musicians, or at least not far off. In my six years in Madrid, I never knowingly met one full time professional, not even when I was doing the jazz jams. I’ve now been in London just over four months, including the first month when I was nowhere near the music scene, and I’m in working with two.
I should get back to the transport issue for this location. I discovered that there is indeed an overland train that comes here. I’m told it’s direct. So I get to the overground station of Kentish Town West to be told I have to change at West Hampstead. Oh well. When I get to West Hampstead, I see boards announcing trains to and from Kentish Town. What have I missed? I guess I’ll find out. But I get from there to Mill Hill Boulevard fine and then set about finding the platform and times direct to Kentish Town. I find it. It’s just 15 minutes away on this line. Once I’ve done the short walk to the studio, I’m able to say that if I leave in good time from home, I can get door to door in about half an hour. Result.
When it’s time to leave, Matthew, the guitarist, says he’s going to the station. This will also give us a good opportunity to talk which we haven’t had so much apart from the little breaks in rehearsal. We’re also in a tiny bit of a rush to get the train but my toe has got all angry again and I’m really struggling to walk now so we have to go a bit slow. Bloody hell. Carrying the bass and adapting my walking to not put pressure on the toe at all really throws the whole body and there’s a pain right down my side now as well.
But again, as last night, something loosens up and by the time we get to the train station, it’s bearable. There, after the rushing, we discover we have ten minutes to wait so that’s good. Here, Matt tells me I’ve done really well to learn the whole set and he’s impressed I’ve got the basslines down the originals note for note. I’ve thrown a few of my own things in there but I have been quite faithful to them. He tells me how they’re really going for the corporate market now and have just done a live video to get that particular ball rolling. What I discover here is that the sound of the live performance won’t be used which is standard for these kinds of videos. What that means is we’ll be going into a studio soon to record the actual soundtrack. What that means is that I’ll be playing on the promo video but not actually featuring in it. But as he says, it’s just a promo video so all cool. I feel fine about that.
We have a good casual chat on the train. I tell him how I feel about my professional progression as it stands. That is that with The Punching Preachers and Omater on the go, I’m not looking for any more band projects now which I think is a pertinent point. What I’m hoping is that I can eventually start to build some other musical work around them; starting to regularly play live and being seen and getting known that way will be a huge help as far as that’s concerned. Teaching could start to be a possibility as well and he’s impressed that I’ve got so much experience in this field in Madrid. OK, English but teaching is teaching. “There are a lot of great guitarists who think that’s good enough to teach but it isn’t like that at all,” he says. Same with speaking English. We’re all top level professionals but teaching it is another matter entirely.
The subject of me possibly getting a five string also comes up and I say I would really like one but when he asks me what kind, I simply say, “The kind I can afford if it appears.” I did once see one in Madrid for €160. I don’t know if it was any good as I didn’t try it out; at the time, after rent and stuff, I was getting by with not a great deal more than that a month.
When I get off the train, I discover that walking really does hurt now and decide I’m bussing it home. There’s no way I’m walking all that way now. But the station looks a little strange to me even though it says Kentish Town. I follow the exit sign but when I start to reach it I’m a little disoriented. I recognise the supermarket chain across the road but I don’t remember Kentish Town West having any supermarkets near it. What exit am I coming out of? I soon find out. The side of Kentish Town underground station. Of course. I’d totally forgotten it had an overground station attached. Brilliant. I’m right around the corner from home. Good job too because every step ignites a fire in my whole lower foot now.
I make it home and am actually a little scared to take my sock off to see what I might find. When I do it’s not pretty. The end of my sock is stained and not just with blood but with whatever other crap has been leaking out of it during the evening. And to touch it. Oh no. It’s a mess and for the first time I wonder if the side of the nail will start to come off eventually taking the rest with it. The area around it is red and slightly swollen as well and there’s a slightly sharp pain on the side of the foot. This isn’t good. I decide there’s something in there that just has to go then surely it will be OK. I get the sharpest pointiest knife I have and give it a good heat up in the flame of a lighter I just happen to have. That gets inserted just to the side of the nail and I give a good push. Well. All that happens is a ridiculous pain that almost has me sweating and all for no result. Once that’s calmed down, it’s time for bed. By now I can’t even rest my foot on the mattress and have to rest it on my other foot which has the effect of cutting circulation off there. What a conundrum. Absentmindedly, I shift the duvet with the bad foot and that just causes all kinds of ructions. I finally get to sleep but am woken by the pain a few times in the night. Remember, I have a gig in a few days.
There’s nothing for it. Tomorrow, I have to go to the doctor. The only problem is, I haven’t got one.