Vampires

Not that I believe in them, just that's what's on the TV now. It's a pretty dreadful BBC adaptation of the story, compared with Interview with a Vampire.

Good news. I have begun writing again big style. Started a solo piano piece and a piece for trio. Tenor sax, bass guitar and piano. It was for percussion instead of piano but I was having serious trouble visualising the percussion part, so I just kinda gave up and changed it to piano. If I manage to get it finished there's a chance that it'll be played in New York in February. I also have an open invitation to go and play with ThingNY anytime they've got an opening, which I think I'll be taking up. The flights to New York are very cheap just at the moment and it's a perfect opportunity.

I'm just so contented and warm here at the moment it's hard to come to terms with the fact that I'll have to give it up and return to Glasgow in a couple of weeks or less. I'm starting to seriously consider the fact that my environment in Glasgow is what's making me unhappy there. I'm not sure what it is exactly, but I think it has something directly to do with my flat. Perhaps it's my room or perhaps it's the whole flat there. Maybe it's just a coincidence that the only time I've written music over the last six months has been while I've been in Sussex. I feel comfortable with my method here, as I have easy access to a piano and it's always pretty warm. I know those are basic things but I don't always get that in Glasgow. I seem to make constant excuses to be outside of my flat, and whilst I don't necessarily think that's a negative thing because I get to see people more often, I feel that I am purposefully doing it.

I'm not really sure there's a solution to this, because moving out of my flat is more hassle than it's worth, given that it won't necessarily solve my problem. I do enjoy the company of my flatmates, and I have everything there organised in a method I am comfortable with. It's just not the same as my previous flat. I had a situation there that I was comfortable with and could have continued with indefinitely - my flatmates didn't really bother me, and I had fun with them whenever it was required. I don't think they really understood me or could have got close to me, and I kind of preferred it that way. It became easy for me to have my own space when I needed it. I also enjoyed being in the West End, as I knew the neighbourhood, there were shops there I like and knew, and also good coffee shops.

Anyway I'm off to London for the day tomorrow to see another friend I haven't seen in far too long. When it gets to the point that you measure when you last saw friends in years, you know you haven't been making enough effort. I saw an old school friend today who has become, or is in the process of becoming a lawyer. It was really strange, I hadn't seen him in about three years and he didn't seem to have changed a bit, although I'm sure if I spent some time with him things might become apparent. I suppose people retain the same kind of attitude and humour throughout their whole life, and in essence they never really become a different person. I think after the age of about 18 you remain essentially the same character, however much you try to escape that.