The Wall of Sound

Nice day. Good day. Cardiff day. Day after pay day.

Good night. Choir night. Concert night. Mainly wasn't singing out front, though dressed the part. In a lovely moment, was called onstage with all other choristers in the audience, for the last two songs.

Now understand - I've been in choir practices with these guys for about a month now. I've never heard a sound like this, being in amongst it, being part of it, like being the living breath of sound. Amazing stuff.

It's true that I had to go to Cardiff for a bowtie, because none of the ones available in most ordinary stores didn't go long enough to fit around my humungo-neck. Annnnd it's also true that I came clean today about an experience earlier in the week.

Not to put too fine a point on it, I was sitting here on my ass, when my heart went nuts. No caffeine-trigger, no exercise-trigger, no nothing, just suddenly, a heart going "Nnnnnah, fuck this, I want out!"

Did my usual thing, lay flat, put my legs up, did some slow breathing, and in less than a minute, had no problem. Annoying though, without a trigger. Can only really presume that the trigger in this case was lack of diabetic control - bloods have been a bit high recently - 8s sometimes - but there's a possibility of seeing a cardiologist to address this shit. Who knows - the original Disappearing Man project was partially spurred on by a tachycardic incident or three. Let's see what this one generates.