imageI guess I was probably better equipped than many for this lock down. As a writer I sit in the spare room all day hammering long words and half-baked opinions together using only a keyboard and a vat of coffee anyway. In fact it was only when Aldi ran out of decent brie and loo roll that I realised anything much was happening. So I did what any normal person would do, bought a goat, took out a subscription to the Daily Mail and carried on.

Work has been tough. As a mainly music and arts writer, reviewing new releases, promoting tours, writing press releases and generally waxing lyrical about upcoming live events, I have watched a whole swathe of my income drop off a cliff. But needs must and all that, so I searched around and found a stack of other writing to keep me occupied and, more importantly, bills paid. I might not be able to tell you much about what’s happening in the music world at the moment…although I would hazard a guess at bugger all…but I know a lot more about the tourist industry in Montenegro than I did a few weeks ago.

It’s all about being flexible I guess, or as my good friend Grant Sharkey says “Stay Safe and Be Adabtable”…and he’s spent many a post-gig night sleeping in a smart car with an upright bass, so I trust his word. And being adaptable means also finding something else for this blog to be about since their are no gigs to talk about, after all I’m hardly going to have anything worthwhile to say about that slew of online acoustic videos where middle managers on £60,000 a year play terrible renditions of Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah whilst asking people to donate to their cover bands cause. No, no, no.

So maybe this is going to be a repository for my thoughts during these strange times. Let’s see.

And on a final note, if you do have to go out then my advice is to make the most of it and walk down the middle of an empty road pretending to be Charlton Heston in The Omega Man/Will Smith in I Am Legend…delete as applicable to your age….it’s sort of empowering.