Dreamwalking

Last night, determined to have an early night, I was persuaded to go join a big jam session happening at a nice outside location near a restaurant (handy for hot lemon drinks).

I ended up playing alongside three djembe players, an actual drum kit (I thought I’d seen people travel with everything by now), three guitars, harmonicas, two didgeridoos and a whole bunch of singers. Considering that it sounds like a total mess, it was actually rather nice. The big jam reduced in size until I was just playing with my new godsend of a drummer (Etamar, he’s got the touch of an angel) and singing with a couple of friends (including Merav, who I travelled to Sri Lanka with). We made some lovely music and made up songs about Waxy Pants. I composed an unforgettable rendition of the Hendrix song Foxy Lady with the refrain “Waxy…Pants…”

I was somehow reminded my Ilkley Massive.

Anyway, we ended up staying till it became light again and there was a beautiful moment when this incredible Spanish guitar player, who sadly is an acid-fried weed-addicted alcoholic (and a musical genius) stopped playing and hushed us all to point out the sound of the birds beginning their morning singing. It was a joyous harmony as we could hear distant cuckoos and all sorts of mountain-winged tweeting.

And as we trudged back at I dunno, 6am or something, I decided to stay awake and go drifting with Sheera (the bewitching sister of my friend Ben) to find dreamlike adventures in the town. Unslept and feeling not a little weird, we flew around the place taking photos of interesting things, talking to strangers and laughing a lot. Walking was filled with nonsense and delight and sitting was defined by eyes closing and giggling.

The first man we encountered was a drug/India-casualty from America who after talking some hyperactive nonsense, gave Sheera an enormous purple candle and me a sea shell. He told us his karma was to be a giver. We received with bleary thanks. It was a nice way to begin.

Sleep deprivation beats any drugs I think.

So, having slept from the hours of 11am till 6pm, and having just had dinner/breakfast, and writing this at 9pm, I am feeling a little confused. But I must go because my drummer awaits.