I said to someone recently that “I’m basically injuries held together by denim and Black Sabbath t-shirts”. I should have kept my mouth shut as late last night the fate that I had tempted turned round and bit me on the arse.
My sciatic nerve decided to wedge itself wrongly for the first time in a while and I had an excruciating sleepless night, plenty of time to think about what I’d said etc.
I have a really important gig in December, a favour for a fallen friend where I have to get it right. We’ve had rehearsals and I’ve gone from nowhere to getting close pretty well so I though I’d play the set today. While lying on my back on the floor because of the pain.
Then the ceiling started to go all orange, almost like the sodium streetlights were back. I had to see so used various ledges and props to get vertical and this is what was ootside.
Might be stuck indoors, but the window opens.
