Saturday, 14 August 2010
The body clock kicked in with the regular 4:30 wake-up and I was out of bed looking forward to the prospects on offer feeling good. Predictably a spanner was immediately lodged in the works.
Once the laptop powered up, I was about to start on the details of Our Journey So Far when I checked the email and was hit with a flurry of messages with subjects like R.I.P. Richie Hayward.
It wasn't entirely unexpected news.
Liver cancer, a case of pneumonia, reports that doctors weren't sure what was happening with Richie's lungs, the fact that I'd lost both parents to pneumonia and reports that suggested the case was too severe to risk moving the patient to a larger hospital meant I wasn't confident he'd be back in the drummer's seat for Little Feat.
Still, even when developments don't give you much hope, hope you do.
With the email scanned, I started a preliminary draft of the R.I.P. section of The Music Pages and sent off part of it to the Hoy Hoy mailing list while Madam showered, then took my turn in the Rain Room before we set out on a time-killing expedition.