20 weeks, a haircut?
It occurred to me, 20 Sundays in, that I should probably introduce myself. Especially as, though this endeavour started out with me writing to a handful of friends and family, I now don’t know most of you, so you probably don’t know me either. Enchanté.
For example, do you know where I’m writing to you from? I guess I did mentioned it in my journal… though I’ve also referenced New York and Montreal in recent songs… Anyhow, to avoid confusion: I am in sunny London. UK. Europe. And you?
I suppose you have surmised a few things about me. I suppose you know I’m a singer? Although, thanks to one pandemic and one baby, I haven’t played a live show in over 2 years — which, having previously played around 100 shows each year for around 10 years, is certainly identity-crisis-inducing. But yes, I guess I am still, just about, a singer. A songwriter. A musician. A performer.
In the meantime, you may have picked up on the fact that I’m writing a novel, which may or may not be a novel when it’s finished. I already finished it once or twice, but I’m now trying to finish it again, in the stolen time between my baby’s bedtime and my own bedtime, which are often mere minutes apart. When it is firmly finished, you will certainly be the first to know.
I also promise new music soon — the long-awaited duo album really is coming — and a return to the stage will presumably follow — but for now you are most welcome to explore my back catalogue via YouTube or Spotify or best of all Bandcamp…
Ceci n'est pas une sales pitch.
And now that you know me a little better, maybe you can help... I can’t decide whether to keep on growing my hair or chop it off. Opinions please!
Here’s to 20 weeks. See you next Sunday!