The day, and supposedly the year too, started with a lot of bangs in the night and a whimper in the morning.
It was just strange to feel so unpleasant. It was not that too much had been drunk, it is just the whole social intercourse left a gap in the morning in which nothing happened, there was not even an egg for breakfast.
The day, the whole time is just depressing. There is no wish to talk to anybody.
Read the book.
At five, walk to the studio, help with the washing up.
The studio fills, then a feared drummer arrives. There is more conversation, and then they play. The drummer dominates the scene and the sound, and the whole mood changes from relaxing to jarring.
Apologise to the artist and go home.
The whole thing is just too difficult now
The year is not off to a good start.
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