I’m feeling anxiously excited as I write this. Tonight, the greasepaint part of this blog becomes relevant to me for the first time in 6 years as it’s the first night of Here Comes a Chopper, a 1970 play in which Eugene Ionesco predicts COVID-19, 50 years before it happens. It’s meant the world to me to get back on a stage again over these last 8 weeks or so. I suspect my stomach will be going over and over around 7:25pm tonight as I’m faced with the prospect of acting in front of an audience again after so long, but the show is in good shape, and I wouldn’t swap it for anything.
I couldn’t let today go past without blogging. I’m aware that a number of recent posts have marked things I’ve been doing - see records by The Slickers and The Upsetters while I was on holiday in Saint Lucia.
I’m celebrating my return to the stage with a near 7 minute burst of Goan trance from Paul Jackson aka Voodoo People. While I can’t see Altitude replacing Paul Jones’s High Time as my choice of opening night music - a tradition I’ve maintained for 32 years now - it’s got enough energy and life to send me out into the spotlight again with my heart racing and the blood pumping. It also makes for a marginally better listen than the track which Peel misidentified Altitude as when he played it on this show, the slightly scratchier Love, Love American Style.
Video courtesy of DuffMcShark80.
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