Nick Jordan

I’ve always rather liked classical music. My mother played a lot of it when my brother and I were kids and much of it went in and stuck. However, I’ve never really known a great deal about it or explored it in any depth. I’ve found myself listening to it a lot more recently, and I’ve even bought the odd CD and MP3. And you know what? I’ve discovered that I more than rather like it. I’m still figuring out exactly what I do and don’t like, and I know next to nothing about any of it, but it feels as though I’m starting out on a real voyage of discovery, to use a rather tired metaphor. It’s exciting and new and, above all, fun. So, I’m trying a bit of everything and doing my best to keep an open mind and approach what I hear with fresh, unbiased ears. Any and all recommendations will be exceedingly welcome.

Last night we played for Camden Calling at the Cavendish Arms in Stockwell, and had a great time. Jenni’s brother Frank came along, and it was great to meet him. Also present were Matt, who videoed the entire proceedings, and his friend Guy and I was also very pleased to see Rob and Ellie. The nicest things were feeling more relaxed this time around, having more fun with the audience and seeing people singing along. There were one or two (or possibly more) moments where I fluffed the chords but, most importantly, we kept going and I managed to recover.

Unfortunately I was feeling very tired, not having slept terribly well for the previous two or three nights, so I had to make my excuses and leave early, something I’m normally reluctant to do as I feel it’s polite to see the other bands. Besides, there were some really good artists on the bill and it would have been lovely to hear them. I shall have to try to be more rested next time.

Being a complete idiot, I forgot about the overground strike last night until I arrived at Liverpool Street station as usual and remembered as I walked in. In my defence, I was pretty tired and on autopilot. Anyway, not much harm done – I just walked to Moorgate station and got the tube home from there. I shall try not to repeat the error tonight as Jenni and I have our final rehearsal before our gig in Stockwell on Sunday night. Who knows, I might even have all the songs committed to memory by then.

On Saturday afternoon my brother, Tim, and my nephew, Jacob, came up from Somerset to collect my bike. I gave it to Tim because I hadn’t ridden it since last October so there didn’t seem much point in keeping it and paying for insurance and tax. I was sorry to see it go but at least it’ll be used and appreciated, and Tim says he has another bike I can have if I ever need one.

The next stage is to learn to drive when I can afford to and, perhaps, obtain a cheap car.