On any Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday… these days I can be completely ignored while in my private rehearsal space.
You will see the stool which I sit on because I’m often asked to play on bar stools so a certain posture has to be “rehearsed”.
You will see a glass of wine but not the bottle that refreshes it. You will see a tuning fork in case my ears deceive me. You will see a page of paper and a pen with which I use to list down songs to practice. You will see a bottle of water for when a sip of wine is insufficient. You will see a book on the table which is called “The Indie Band Survival Guide”. You will see a leather suite of chairs I rarely occupy until exhausted.
And in the height of summer when the sun hardly sets outside my practice space, there is always the light. And the light looks like this:
The light! The light!