Hearing test / Biog blues

Tuesday. Hearing test at the Infirmary. Work through lunch (we are stacked out at the minute), cycle home to catch bus. See two Jays hopping from tree to tree, trying to escape me. Amazing. Never seen one before . Wonderful, wonderful. Female greenfinch on the powerlines. Looks like a budgie it's that yellow. Post slow time home - wind resistance? Get changed, catch bus, read book. Stare out of window. The shrine on Aylestone road. Top deck empty until teacher and students get on - " I was a bit dissapointed" she says "it wasn't very cohesive". Wonder what they could be talking about. Blossom blown off the trees, floats in the air, bobs up and down, floating against the window like some insect trying to butt it's way in.

Alight and walk to the hospital.

Take a photo of the car parking zone sign for the city.
Get given that look people give you when one does anything like this - " what on Earth is he doing?"

Into the ENT clinic. The waiting room is rammed. There are about 300,000 peple in Leicester/shire, how many people at this point are in this hospital? How many of us are ill? I get 'the look' again - maybe it's the shorts? Called in for test. Not particularly closed headphones mean I hear the technician pressing the button to start each sound!! Hear most of it. Cranial hearing test goes well too. Then it's the cranial and white noise test which is just plain odd. Into waiting room again. More looks - I feel so middle class in here, "I from Beaumont Leys!! Peasant stock! It's ok!!" But it's not. It really is not. Into the consulatant. "You have Obscure-Auditory-Something-or-Other" he says. "The ear is a noisy place". Feel much better, he was a lovely man, I thank him and his assistant and skip out through the waiting room- yep, skipping, you buggers!.

Off out of the hospital to catch a random bus home and get cauliflower for veggie curry. Continue reading book. Put down as I can't read with the girl sitting on her own across the whole back seat of the top deck listening to some "urban music" (tm Radio1Xtra). Gets off. Buys food. Takes photos of blossom - I never get bored of the beauty of it, the wonderful colour.

Eat banana. Get 'the look' again. Particularly off the 6th formers leaving college.Have wonderful tea. Sit down and stare at pc for 1 hour and 45 minutes trying to think up of biog. Writing in the third person is sooooooooooooooooooooooo crap. Finally settle on the bit below.

Peter Wyeth is a Leicestershire born and raised musician/artist who uses anything at his disposal to create songs and audio work that speak of the wonder of the world around him. Acoustic guitars and upside down tunings. Minidiscs and looper pedals. Singing birds and glockenspiels.Riding bikes and early mornings. Starry nights and radio static. Whatever it takes to bring the inside out and the outside in. His live shows are semi improvised sets of songs built around delicate walls of looped sighs and strumming. Drowned in Sound has described him as being "knee deep in looped acoustic guitar" . His EP 'safe, sweet, happy journeys' is to be released on cassette and digital download on the Make Recordings (http://www.makerecordings.com) in May.

Is it ok??

Am listening to Mo's cd. It is good.

Am reading 'Nigh-No-Place' by Jen Hadfield. Favourite line so far - 'winch them tenderly down the twinkling fathoms'

Product is done. Have just recorded an extra bit. Will mix at weekend if i can be arsed - i don't like mixing.