Late start today; I have an arepa from yesterday in the griddle, bacon on a pan, coffee; the private gig yesterday went reasonably well, they were happy with my playing even though I wasn’t 100% happy with it, painfully aware as I am of every small mistake and little things that didn't quite go the way I wanted (as always and maybe as it should be, at least to an extent). Today, the Alma Street Festival here in Kentish Town and then two lessons away. And then maybe more guitar practice… as I have that gig at the Rustique in a week and a half.
another Sunday morning
Late start today; I have an arepa from yesterday in the griddle, bacon on a pan, coffee; the private gig yesterday went reasonably well, they were happy with my playing even though I wasn’t 100% happy with it, painfully aware as I am of every small mistake and little things that didn't quite go the way I wanted (as always and maybe as it should be, at least to an extent). Today, the Alma Street Festival here in Kentish Town and then two lessons away. And then maybe more guitar practice… as I have that gig at the Rustique in a week and a half.
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