20. 20th January 2025. Long Day's Journey Into Night.

You know what? I'm getting really bored of this 'being awake the whole bloody night' thing. 

I went to bed at 12:15, we'd been to see A Complete Unknown at the Odeon (literally round the corner, very handy) - more on that later - came home, had a whisky as a nightcap, played a game of FIFA, pout my head on the pillow, knew immediately I wasn't catching it.

Still awake at 1.15. Then again at 2. Then at 3. And stayed awake for quite a while after that, with my head, once again, going "You know what you need to do with the festival remix of MIH? In order to make the change from two acts to one work? This." "Okay, sound, I'll do it in the morning like a sane person." 

By 4am I'm downstairs, getting a head start on World and Connections and that weird Spanagram thing. Getting answers wring because the connections are designed to make sense to Americans. Then reading BlueSky posts about Trump, then playing Call Of Duty then FIFA then back to bed at 5.30 to sleep from 6 till 9. 

None of which feels healthy. 

Dropped Matty in town at Lime Street. A trip across to Manchester to do a live slot on a radio station based over there, credible hip hop station (Unity Radio - DJ Basha and Eldris Tiller, got it playing now as I write), popped into the charity shops by Sainsbury's on the way home, prompted by Jamie Bowman's ability to find amazing stuff on his chazza visits (The Blacony Dogs album on vinyl for £2, South Liverpool gets the good stuff). No albums worth talking about but a lovely pair of 'only worn once' Adidas Gazelles for £20. It'd be rude not to.

A Complete Unknown then. Bloody wonderful. Dylan's 61-65. Changing the world while still a kid making major mistakes in relationships. Timothee Chalamet incredible as the young Bob. A film that doesn't have historical inaccuracies so much as absolute downright lies. None of which matter, Mangold said he wanted to find the fable, tell the myth. And he does that perfectly. Excellent musical performances, you know no more about Bob coming out that you did going in, which is how it should be. Pring the legend. 

Today for me now? Those MIH rewrites I was considering at 3am. Removing a character that I'd invented to allow the narrator to tell the story because I realised she had more lines than someone who was ACTUALLY IN THER SODDING GROUP - who I've met, whose family I've met, who are all lovely and deserve their truth being shown. Feel focussed on that now whereas for a moment or two I felt like I was floundering. 

Compiling the things I've got in play, suddenly the week feels wide open - anything can happen now. 

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