It is hard to believe that we
have arrived at October already, with only a little bit of year left my
thoughts of course drift to the list of things that I had wanted to complete by
the end of this year. I might as well try and sweep leaves on a windy autumn
day, as the more Post-It notes I pull off the office wall, the more seem to go
up. 2014 was supposed to be all about film making with no podcasts and reduced
radio commitments. This is not going to happen at all, and I’m not sure how
much pressure I can take before I explode. I’ve already been accused of
neglecting Mandi to some extent, as I am guilty of putting my job first. The
main crux of the problem is that I am battling against time and want to make
all my ideas a reality before I am dead, my biggest fear is my gravestone
displaying the phrase “he said he would do stuff, he didn’t”. In some psychological
way, I have developed this attitude as a form of damage limitation to
compensate for the fact that I was married to a woman who destroyed my career
when I was on the first rung of the ladder, so when I finally escaped that
prison I had to play catch up and I’ve been catching up ever since. When Mandi
and I first got together, I didn’t even have a ladder. I was nobody when we
first met, so she has seen the stages of my career starting with radio, then
writing for the paper, developing my various podcast ventures, and my small but
important involvement in Nottingham’s music scene. Things aren’t really going
to get better on that front until I have worked through some of these projects,
although I have warned Mandi every New Year’s Day that I would hardly see her
due to work, it never really works out that way. It frustrates me so much when
I am unable to get things done; I wish I could turn off the part of my brain
that keeps churning out ideas.
I’ve had a quiet month by the
standard set at the beginning of the year, although I have still managed to get
quite a few things done now that I look back through my diary. There have been
twenty seven hours of radio this month; ten hours of The Sunday
Alternative, five of The Sound of Nottingham UK,
and twelve hours of NottinghamLIVE.
I have also recorded four exclusive sessions for the American show, written one
review for NottinghamLIVE, appeared on BBC radio,
and recorded one episode of the next series of Steve’s LP
Box. Also this month saw the first edition of The Robin
Hood Sessions, the podcast version of the USA sessions.
This evening found me at the
ROFL Audio studios once again, this time to record a live session with
Starscreen that will air this weekend in America. We had a good time recording,
although the checking of the files seemed to take longer this week. Having said
that, the playback sounds amazing so it was worth the wait. The only problem
came when they performed a song that had the word ‘fucking’ in. I had to stop
them and say that the show goes out on Sunday afternoon, so they changed it to ‘bloody’
without a fuss. When I got home I did check with the owner of Robin Hood Radio
that ‘bloody’ was alright; I know it hardly registers as a swear word over
here, but wasn’t sure if the rules differed over there. I was told that ‘bloody’
will pass and that I don’t need to edit it out.
This is a bloody relief and no
fucking mistake.
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