Mild craziness yesterday.
Isaac went through four changes of clothes, and this morning the remains of his umbilical cord dropped off. He responds well to my singing a variation on a classic children’s lullaby to him…as the sparse crowd at the Ocean Rooms did later, where I was called in as a last-minute replacement to the ever-wonderful Misty’s Big Adventure and Bobby McGee’s. (The latter charmed their way into our hearts at soundcheck where the pair, decked up like old school Mr Billy Childish and a flower dress girl, duelled with banjos and sang endless variations on the theme of ‘Don’t Dump Me’.) I sang variations on themes to breast-feeding (’Please Don’t Bite’) and even threw in an extended version of ‘Do Nuts’ as I was feeling so chipper to be out. Eva gamely supported on improvised backing vocals and improvised WASP synthesizer as I engaged in vocal patterns to match. A member of Misty’s waxed lyrical over the fine PragVEC (circa ‘78), a proto-post-punk female-led band who also used a WASP to great effect.
Set over, applause gathered, I immediately set off straight for home once more on my bicycle.