Afterglow

Since my startling eureka! moment earlier I have applied for about eight different jobs.

I write to you now, basking in the afterglow of what happened earlier. I should light a cigarette, turn to my guitar and ask,

"How was it for you?"

Well, actually I haven't picked up the guitar yet. I don't know if I CAN write about this concept on just a guitar...our prospective keyboard player in The Change, Rafael, is one of the finest violinists of his generation. At 25 he's already been with the L.S.O for a few years. Royal Academy educated. I promise that I do not over state the case. I will need him to help me realise this new music. He has a much finer musical mind than I, I am a writer, I complain, argue, jump around, bash my guitar. Someone once told me that I play guitar like a prize fighter...my passion as a performer knows no limits, I can express myself in words...there are some good songs in my cannon that are evidence of the fact that I can join set these words in music. I believe that my friend will help us to achieve some fantastic things with this idea...if he believes in me enough to do it.

We have a new studio, to which we will have free access to in the near future. Rafa has access to fantastic technology.

I think that we can interface these things together. Its so exciting to have come to this realisation, I've been developing various ideas that could apply to the staging of this within a narrative form. This is the beautiful thing for me; it feels fresh, alive, unbounded, without the emotional baggage of my playscript about the redefinition of English national identity, without the twang of bitter memories that lurk beneath the surface of some of those songs.

The future, creatively speaking, is clear and bright.

Time to sparkle.

Tom.