We burnt the Christmas tree yesterday on a giant pyre of Amazon boxes. A symbolic moment. Goodbye to all that.
I don’t really do the Biblical thing as I’ve had a lifelong dislike of authority figures and, being a rural resident these days, I find the changing seasons far more spiritually nourishing than worshipping some long dead bloke who’s at the centre of a seriously political game of Chinese Whispers. If I have a religion at all, it’s probably the British weather.
And speaking of which, here we are at the very centre of meteorological British Wintertime – the heart of the most contemplative season. With all the gluttony out of the way there are longer, brighter, warmer days to look forward to now and isn’t that hope a wonderful thing?
Truth be told I haven’t seen much of the outside world this Yule, I’ve been in the studio every day bar Christmas Day and Boxing Day and I’ve loved every single minute of it if I’m honest. It’s blissful when you’ve got something you really want to get on with and the rest of the Western world is on holiday. This planet could do 24 months work in 12 if it wasn’t constantly bombarded with an incessant barrage of emails and phone calls about things that don’t actually matter.
My family have been incredibly tolerant, more than that, they’ve actually encouraged me to do this and I’m deeply indebted to them for such generosity. “Daddy, are you going to the studio again..?!” is a phrase I’ve heard many times this Christmas, I’ve promised them I shall be all theirs next time round, but for now the drums are done as are the guitars and the bass. What lies between here and Feb 18th is fear, panic, long stressful days and long calming walks, this is what memories are made of. I’ve also given up alcohol until delivery so I’m doubly motivated. The next drink I have will have been well earned.
So….Happy New Year then. Let’s go.