The witching hour...
Monday, June 27, 2011
... and I've just scoffed almost a kg of watermelon. I'll be spending the night in the loo!
I've been really busy lately, with dad here. We've been to a lot of concerts that I had free tickets for, and more to come. Yesterday we spent the day with my cousin and baby in Kent. Finally some sun!
On Saturday night we went to see Ludovico Einaudi's Taranta! at the Barbican - that's the only concert we actually paid for, we really wanted to see it. Dad and I have similar tastes in stuff. He even kind of enjoyed the Gogol Bordello gig I dragged the whole family to almost three years ago. Exactly one week after that gig, when I was back in London, the phone rang and my sister was telling me dad was in hospital and they didn't expect him to survive the night.
He did. I dashed back to Italy and a couple of days later my sister took me to see him in intensive care. He looked like a Christmas tree, lights were flashing up all around him and about a zillion machines were bleeping, pinging and buzzing, and he was wired up to all of them. He didn't wake up for almost three weeks after that, and every day we were allowed half an hour to see him. Almost every day (some days we'd let other family members go) I stood watching him thinking of Undestructable, a song GB had played at the gig.
Now I can't hear it without remembering those weeks.
Here it is:
(this is a medley)
(the whole song)