Chasing The Silver Thread

The room that I woke up in this morning was very cold, something that I'd dearly wished for last night when the atmosphere was so stifiling, but the sky is crystal blue today outside and I can don my Ray Bans and wonder around with a degree of confidence once again.

I've had a phone call today from the Roundhouse, for whom I've had great affection for ever since researching 1960s counterculture and the alignment between rock and the avant-garde arts world. The venue was almost abandoned ten years ago, but somehow they've managed to get things together with a £29 million refit. The great thing is that the people working there are keyed up on the whole ethic of the place's past. I'm off soon to help them mail out some things (all voluntary, but believe me...its a pleasure), they're going to publish one of my articles in the forthcoming copy of their newsletter. A humble start, but if nothing else I am pleased to contribute.

I felt quite depressed yesterday, wandering through Leicester Square by myself. The great irony is that I find myself quite a fascinating person, but that people tend to find people who find themselves interesting the most boring! Ha ha. Such is life, but you can't change who you're made up to be. Anyway, as found my way through the streets I remember a lyric that I wrote in one of my songs:

When I start to drown,
I feel for the thread,
its still in my heart,
and its still in my head.

And I thought, hmmm well if that's what you preach then Tommy you should fucking well stand by it shouldn't you. So, I pondered it and agreed with myself. I was right then, and I'm right now. It was from my song (Don't you ever lose) The Silver Thread, which is about how no matter how much spiritual torment, suffering or pain you go through, there is always a thread of hope, call it the trace of God, whatever...I always found this quite an elegant concept.

So, today I am looking forward to my trek up to Camden to help out the Roundhouse. I've reminded myself that I can write good things that have good intentions.

All shall be well.

Tom.

"Well, you gave wine,
and you gave me faith,
you cracked my lip,
and I liked the taste!"