Sunday 18 September 2005

It's my turn to be ill now: that was inevitable really. So I hide on the sofa under a duvet and read about Bach's slurs between snoozes. Occasionally I get as far as the computer and reply to emails.

But before the lergy struck, editing was proceeding apace, my intonation (and everyone else's) being electronically tweaked, and mp3s winging across to Canada for comments from DG. The first two tracks I sent made him laugh and scared respectively, both of which are good, he says. I think the running order works OK - it's an eclectic record, but it seems to hold together purely by virtue of the fact that the four of us are playing it all (apart from our guests and the odd sample). And our first whiff of record company interest has wafted past.