And the weather’s good!

day off.. and I woke up and the sun was shining through the mist and today the music might just leave my head for a change and give life a chance to have a moment…………………. We drove to Weymouth in Dorset by the sea – in search of the perfect crab lunch… I’d torn out a piece in the Saturday Independant magazine at the beginning of the summer about seafood cafe’s on the beach and we decided on the spur of the moment to check one out – better late than never and actually it is always better when all the crowds have left….. Hit Google maps..and there we were……………….. See, you have to care about it (the music) so much, almost to the point of madness (well actually it is madness – fully fledged barking according to my wife) but I guess I don’t know any other way – it was the same when we were eighteen and when we were twenty eight and when……well it’s the same now – being in a band is never a job, never a way of paying the bills, never a way of needing the fame fix – it’s a passion, a way of life, something you can’t stop… and you find it lives in your head 24 hours a day, you hear the songs, see the artwork, see the next goal, hear what someone said about you and I try to leave it for an hour or a day, to stand outside, stand back … and just appreciate what we already have….(sounds like a lyric – oh, that’s right, it is…..)……………………………….. Mick and I ate at the Seashell restuarant in Lisson Grove London yesterday and it was a little disappointing to say the least. It used to be known for the best fish and chips in London but that is sadly no longer the case and I’ve heard this from several people now…….so today on our journey to the sea, the fish we were eating needed to be better than good. The Crab House Cafe served the perfect oysters, fat and juicy and swimming in brine that smelt as good as the air and the crab? Well it was perfect – fresh, meaty and big enough to fell giants and most definately guitarists…..the table looked like a demolition site when we’d finished……………………………………………….. And the sun shone and shone and we walked on Chesil beach on what seemed like the calmest, most still day of the year and just for a moment I forgot about the struggle.. and life was good…