Up early, first lesson of the day was 9.30am, would moan but little Seb is outstanding and his family are very sweet, he's making great progress and it's just a happy place to be.
Second lesson was very different. For a while I've felt that V has been drifting, but now she has what can only be described as an injury to her leg (although it seems to be a health problem, rather than just a strain) suddenly her bass drum technique is struggling. So, today I taught her some jazz grooves instead (which involves very little bass, if you choose to do it this way) and it was a cracking lesson, best we've had in a while. I may just rebrand as a jazz drum teacher, I loved that. I learnt a lot about myself in that lesson.
Bizarre, unexpected phone chat with an agent, based in Oxford, who saw Harvey G at he fringe. Life does have its unexpected nuggets, doesn't it? I'll know more soon, but both parties certainly seem keen. Looks like there will some sort of 'show followed by workshop' type deal going on. I'm just a fucking teacher, aren't I? Even when I'm being an 'artist'...but quietly grateful.
Long rehearsal with WAS, ahead of next week's epic gig. It's going to be huge, the venue is bordering on ridiculous, the biggest thing we've done. The set is confusing and the arrangements are uncertain, further complicated by bringing in over a hundred singers. I'd really, really done my homework this week and I really did well today yet the vibe in the air was that, as a show, on the whole, it was still utterly miles away from being ready. And is it it bad that I just felt like I deserved a bit of credit for at least getting my bit right, or is my ego too big? I know I was a bit off the pace a few weeks ago, but I've worked really hard to make sure I'm on it for this gig, beat for beat. I just remember leaving the rehearsal stinking of sweat, having played my arse off, but still feeling like things weren't good enough. This project is huge, such a complicated beast.
Went straight from that, probably not in the best frame of mind, to teach a new student. A has got annoyed with me for taking on a new 6.30pm, Saturday student, but such is the demand - my reputation is really decent and I need to keep that going. The student was amazing, first lesson, it just cheered me up - young lad, wonderful parents (you can just spot it), bright kid, so easy to teach him. He's worth the stress to my schedule.
And then finally home, A cooked us a lovely dinner and we drank far too much wine, watching The Commitments on DVD. Perfection. I'm marrying the right one.
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