A Thousand Plateaus

it’s one at night and i’ve just returned from the café where i have been fighting with crabs for four full hours! sigh. and it’s not even clear who has won yet. gonna continue tomorrow. told jodie to have a bon voyage. she’s flying to new york in five hours. nevertheless she was working and when she’ll come back on thursday afternoon she’ll also be working in the evening. that woman’s got some energy!

rehearsed the set this afternoon, which went well. talked to elaine on the phone: she was more worried about how the gig is going to work out than i am. “i’ll be feeling embarrassed when you’re hitting a wrong note!” she cried out. and yesterday thomas and princess superstar gave me professional performer’s tips such as “don’t close your eyes under any circumstances when you’re singing. it’s overdramatizing!” and thomas added “yes, and you’re not richard ashcroft anyways!” and it sounded so … s t u p i d  because the last thing i’ll be concerned about is what kind of pose i have! when i’m simultaneously trying to play the right chords, hit the right strings, sing the right words, play along to the samples, sing in tune, try to have the right volume that matches the play-back from the laptop, play the right tempo for the background films and pray that daniel and bernd will set in at the right points (because we won’t have any time to rehearse) i don’t really have any part of my brain left to be concerned with how i’m looking! jesus! if i’d be doing this for vanity i’d be concentrating on my academic carreer instead and become a professor.