Solitary Con(medy)finement.
One thing I’m
finding hard to get my head around as I approach another Edinburgh is
ignoring the loneliness that goes with putting together a solo show again.
(This will be my fourth in three years, or my difficult fourth album.)
I don’t know what
it is - it’s probably just cumulative - but I’m finding
it difficult to work up the requisite energy. I think it's partly due to the lack of an
outside influence to coerce me into doing it. Most of what I do
starts and ends with me, and with each passing year, this self-sufficiency becomes boring; I long for the time when someone else brings
something to the table that excites and inspires me and becomes a kicking-off
point for something creative, but that's not really an option now I'm no longer in a band and my double act's been on a low pilot-light for a few years.
Despite my despondent tone, today's actually been a good day creatively, after a thorough sifting through my blog (searching keywords that
fit the remit of the title of this year’s show) brought up a lot of material that could potentially work for it; though it can be frustrating to keep the blog up, it's an invaluable resource for me. I may have lost this weekend’s work-in-progress dates in Bath due to circumstances beyond my control, but that’s not to say the time won't still be of use, I
just wish I had a sounding board to bounce my ideas off more often.