The Optigan and Dulcitone are safely locked in a shed, gathering dust, sitting and waiting silently for me to come back while I sit on a bed 23 hours a day in a hospital ward.
I played a show with Thomas Truax in Soho the other day. It's the first time we've seen each other since he was leaving Paris and I got caught by the police at the metro station for not paying. I ran, and he carried on in the other direction because he had to get a flight. One of the more embarrassing moments I've experienced. It was good to see him play again because his show has really changed and he has a new instrument called The Scary Ariel. I took my pump organ.
