14/01/2010
Note to self: you and Codeine do not get along. Whenever you take it you will be violently sick and get cramps which make yr. stomach feel as though it’s being closed up with steel staples. Even putting up with the bother of a fractured elbow is preferrable to this as said side effects will bang on for hours – even after you have stopped taking the stuff – and will stop you from getting any kind of sleep whatsoever, no matter how tired you are.
… oh well, such is life. Can’t really be helped. The worst of the physiological protest should have dissipated by tomorrow and anyway, next to some of the problems being faced by people in Haiti right now a diddy little crack in one’s radial head is what the Americans often refer to as ‘fly shit’. Still typing with one hand – which is kind of like hopping yr. way through a cross country marathon: tiring but perversely amusing – so work on the new short has slowed somewhat. In lieu of any finished extracts being available for blogging here’s another colourful jazz classic, this time from Grachan Moncur III (featuring the ever-glittering Bobby Hutcherson on vibes).
Oyasumi nasai.
