Still, after spending ten hours of studio time polishing the vocals, we're in a much better shape than we were this morning, and both Paul and I have a matching sense of where we now need to travel with the movement; from now on it’s a process of thinning the music out, picking out the weeds to allow the flowers to bloom. My ears are tired right now. I suspect I may well wake up in the morning and suddenly think we’ve created a sonic masterpiece.
It’s nice to be in Hove again, however. The soft sea air agrees with me. I took a walk down to the sea front this evening and watched the waves crashing onto the pebble beach. The window is open in Fiona’s flat and I can still hear them relentlessly going about their business. Meanwhile, the seagulls chatter like excited children in a playground.
350 years ago, Pepys continued to work like a trooper. He worked so late, in fact, that he was still at it when the sun went down, and had to finish his business by candlelight, which even he considered to be a little over-the-top. Cromwell is a controversial figure, but his stint in power did serve to make Britain more of a meritocracy. Pepys knew that, if he worked hard, he could earn good money, and gain social standing – he already had a series of clerks who answered directly to him - and this was a powerful motivator for the humble son of a tailor.