Tag: music
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11 – 15 March 2024
Monday “Here you go!” I hand (the other) T a second bag of trash. I met him earlier when I was halfway through the pick. The bag was already three quarters full and he took it off my hands and gave me a fresh one. I say “There’s a wheelchair down there and two tyres.”…
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11 – 15 December
Monday Today and tomorrow, the sun will rise at 7:55am and set at 3:51pm. Come the summer, this will seem incredible. We don’t even live in a country of seasonal extremes – not yet, or not really. It’s hard to believe days can be so short. An entire lifetime to come to terms with it,…
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21–25 August
Friday: The sunrise today was 6:01am. Yesterday it was 5:59am. It’s been creeping up by one or two minutes every day this week. Passing the top of the hour always feels like a milestone. As I was awake, I went to look. But it was a grey morning and unremarkable: just few streaks of pale…
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26 February – 3 March
Monday I got a lift home from band. We’re about to park when R says “Hello, Mr Fox”, and a fox stalks across the pavement. It looks like the one I saw the other day – but I guess all suburban foxes look like that? R says “Did you see the one that climbed that…
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Week 49: 12 – 17 December
Monday Wake up to yesterday’s snow. Leave before the sun is up, but it doesn’t matter because the snow makes the most of what little light there is. The woods are black and white. I snap a photo and when I share it later, wonder if people think I’ve used a filter to make it…
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Week 43: 31 October – 5 November
Monday Sunrise 6.51am, 13 degrees. Clocks went back yesterday. It’s a beautiful morning in the park and there’s a low shapeshifting mist. Sometimes I follow it, sometimes it follows me. It’s like having a walking buddy. Two people stop to say thanks as I’m litter picking, and two people stop their cars to let me…
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Week 42: 24 – 29 October
Monday On the way to the wood I passed two trees, snapped at the shins. As they fell they each dragged part of the hedgerow with them. Lying in the road they’re forcing cars to be considerate: after you, no after you. Arrive home with a pocket full of the fattest sweet chestnuts, all fallen…
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Week 41: 17 – 22 October
Monday Rain check. Tuesday Proper dark when the alarm goes off. A low mist jokes around in the park. It’s somehow gathered in a corner at one end, like a pyramid. I check it from two angles as I walk past, but it’s definitely triangular, not just a trick of the light. Read Derek Jarman’s…
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Week 33: 22 – 27 August
Monday Two happy dogs, one in front of the other, perfectly aligned. So perfectly aligned it looks like just the one dog with the most fantastic propeller for a tail. Emma Ruth Rundle in the evening. She’s funny and smart. Tuesday Take a slow walk to the station. Leave myself so much time that I miss…
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Week 25: 27 June – 2 July
Monday “Alto sax? You need to bark like a dog.” Alto sax looks alarmed. Every week we try and play this piece. Are we getting any closer to nailing it? Who can tell. Only one person in the band has any idea what it should sound like and that’s the conductor. He loves it and…