An eyrie silence has descended over the house. And I don’t like it.
A scrap of paper with ‘No Entry, Filming in Progress’ written on it, and a footprint in one corner, lies forgotten on the hall floor. I really ought to pick it up.
Living with a teenage musician in the absence of a soundproofing system, is always a compromise. I was so looking forward to the peace and quiet. A whole week of being able to write without ‘crazy train’ belting through the wall, no jazz impro whilst I am trying to construct a coherent paragraph, no blues after supper, no scales at midnight when I am trying to sleep. Just beautiful, humble, deep deep silence.
But now its here, it just feels weird.
I even switched his YouTube channel on yesterday. I think I must be losing it!
By the way, he is really hoping to get to 2000 views so if you have time to click on the link, that would be great!