The last week …

… has mostly been occupied by work, when I developed the unfamiliar and strangely disturbing notion that I may actually be good at what I do. This was provoked by running a day’s training, doing some consultancy for someone else’s project and, for fun, creating a satirical presentation which has been passed around the web and used a bit by people whose own work I respect a lot. (If you’re interested it’s here but the necessary context is that many corporates ban things like forums, blogs and networking sites because of the risk of ‘wrong information’ being posted there.)

Bespoke has hit another obstacle, namely the further illness of our drummer. Although a drummerless rehearsal on Friday was quite productive, allowing us to focus on harmonies and spacious playing, we’ll need to take a break until there’s a real prospect of being fit for a gig. In the meantime I’m working on recording my own cover version of a Bespoke song.

The Wright Brothers reconvened on Thursday for an agreeably loose rehearsal, just two guitars, two voices and some new songs. We will take these to the public in a non-Bespoke period of time, i.e. soon.

A fact about the Norman Lamont music career is that the overwhelming majority of my fans if I can call them that are themselves singer/songwriters or musicians. My attempts to break out of this warm embrace and become the darling of the general public have been so far fruitless. In the spirit of lateral thinking, I have a solution. As of today could all singer/songwriters who like my music please refrain from singer/songwritering?  Put it behind you. Call it a youthful aberration. That way I can count members of the non-musician public among my fans. (And there’s less competition.)  And you suffer less. Thank you.