Bottoming out...

Well, Lulu Britton's surprise birthday party on Friday night ended in a bouncer powered exit from Bar Italia at 0330h Saturday morning - Joey Dreycott, Aviary and I being the last men and '10 year-old' standing... it wasn't big and it wasn't clever, but it WAS to do with a paper airoplane and a circular takeaway cup top or two...

Then Saturday, with Aviary to Lower Marsh in Waterloo and the Grumpy Cafe - ubercool! AND there's a resident cafe cat... pub with Rosanna and McDondle and finally, after a quick nap in the chair under the duvet, to band practise and supsups at the McInnesses...

THEN, Sunday morning, to Norbers for Organers (thanks for the lift Delores) and back to Brixton for brekker with the Rev Blackley and the Hotlips Gospel Singers - Cammie Day, Lulu and Aviary makes 3...

THEN, Sunday arvo, to HTCC for Connect rehearsal and service with Rev. Kit... Liked his praying with your ears thing and also the Five Finger prayer pointer - THUMBS UP: thanks for the good. Forefinger: point the way please Lord. Big strong middle finger: praying for those in power. Ring finger: pray for those you love. Weak little finger: pray for those in need.

THEN, home for delish smoked Haddock and lentils and singing practise in prep for todays shenanigans: Aviary, Nick the Bapvic and I met for Mass and prayer followed by brekker at Neros: then bumped into Lawrence (Rosanna's son), Dom (from Connect), had a hot drink at Puppet Planet Lesley's place, and headed to the basement of the dodgy massage parlour on Lavender Hill to try and release some of that back tension that's accumulated over the past 2 months since my visit to Dr Song and co. (Funnily enough, 'Dr Song and the Massage of Joy' is one of the most visited of my blog pages).

Moni put me through half an hour of skeleto-muscular pain but managed to sort things out to the extent that I was able to find my bottom A at the studio with Aaron - Emma Dain had forwarded me a link to the search for a singer able to sing a bottom E0, (it was on the ONE Show or something similar) so I managed - thanks to Aaron's Basstone kindness - to lay down a weird track or two of me singing EXTREMELY low. It's not big and it's not clever, but it does feature me singing the lowest 'note' (and I use the term advisedly) on the piano - E0 is 7 semitones higher. At last, a use for my spare octave of growl!

So it's been a quiet weekend at Lavender Cross...