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Friday March 17, 06
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08:39 AM - My Life is a Series of Dull Logistical Problems
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If my life was (nearly) a Moz song title, that would have to be it. It never gets old and its relevance never fades.
I've managed to clear a little of the backlog since I posted here last, anyway, and at least my arrangements for the April dates are now settled. So Paris, Killarney, Dublin, here I come - well, pending renewal of passport, here I come.
But these kind of travel logistics I actually rather like. Possibly I suffer from a slightly trainspottery disposition, but there's something I really enjoy about trawling timetables and locating the right connection to drive me onward. I remember my parents having an old copy of the Thomas Cook European Train Timetable around at home, and I used to spend merry afternoons on the sofa, mug of tea marking a ring on the armrest, planning fantastic journeys to places I'd never seen.
It's not just exoticism, I think - making travel plans has a way of making almost anywhere seem quite alluring. Well, maybe not Portsmouth, but I'm looking forward to the whole London-Truro-Cheltenham on three consecutive nights thing, silly though it is.
Travelling to see Moz on tour also satisfies another long-missed childhood pleasure. In some ways, London is a fantastic place for live music - although, now I come to think about it, there is a strange lack of really good venues - but it does spoil you terribly.
Everything is free to those who are willing to invest a bit in the blag, and this encourages a sense of tiredness and cyncism. Or at least it certainly does with me. Very rarely do you make bookings for something months in advance, and then spend those months really looking forward to it, investing those arrangement with a sense of importance.
I don't think it matters with most artists, but the last time I saw Moz in London - getting on the tube after work to pick up a ticket I'd bought from the box office the night before - it was strangely anti-climactic. It was partly due to the venue, I suppose, but not entirely. I'm all for making life slightly more extraordinary and if Moz isn't worth the effort, I'm not sure who is.
Incidentally, on the off-chance that anyone reading this *is* going to the Cheltenham gig and planning to get back to London or Oxford afterwards, please do let me know how you're planning to do it... thanks!
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