A diary of Jon's life

Erin K & Tash had a show in the am at Union Chapel. This is one of my favourite London venues. A gorgeous church with great acoustics and beautiful visuals. They invited Paul and I down to get some shots of it all going down. Also had my niece’s birthday celebrations, some good food, cakes, Bayern Munich lost to Chelsea in the Champions League final and I watched a lot of FIrefly. I haven’t seen it in years but I’m so glad to be revisiting it. It’s has the things I like about Star Wars - the dusty planets, the lack of control, the futuristic imbalance of poverty and rich, the beautiful characters and attractive vehicles. It’s basically a good call all around.

Finished up a piece on Meg Cavanaugh, attempted to learn some better framing things, and fell in love with Jewel’s character in Firefly, worked late, ate good. Unproductive Friday evening other than some minot pieces here and there.

I came to the realisation that I don’t really have a home. I have a house, sure. I live with my family in a building that contains bedrooms, a living room and a kitchen along with far too many toilets. But it’s not a home.

We don’t really have any permanent decorations anywhere. We have convenient items such as a TV and couches. We have things just placed as though we could quite easily up and move it. Like we’re going to move any time. Or like we don’t believe we’re going to stay at least.

We accumulate mess because we’re hoarders, and we accumulate mess because we don’t really respect the building we’re in. Maybe we don’t have the time either but I have no emotional investment in this building. It has a great location, yes. It has space, yes. But it’s not a home.

I got the homely feel visiting Jharda’s. I got the homely feel when we were at Antonio’s filming, because we took the time to look at how many personal things were there. I got the homely feel at Ryan & Toby’s.

I felt like London was more of a home when I returned from New York. But this house ain’t a home to me. It’s just where I lay my head. And that is what I gained from today.

I wonder if anyone is interested in gaining a room mate, or moving into a place somewhere. 

Renegotiated day job wages. Reorganised some responsibilities. Made a few edits to things. Hopefully will be taking a more mature approach to life. Sort of.

MidTea Sessions recording with Jharda. Jharda’s a singing harp player. She is gorgeous, especially when she smiles or is looking bashfully towards the floor. Like One Direction’s song, it’s almost that she doesn’t realise she is that makes her what she is. She has some great songs, and hearing her a week back had reinforced the desire to have her perform for MidTea Sessions. Paul and Radek joined me for the filming of it and we got three songs down, had a laugh and cleared out in under two hours. 

It’s getting a bit more fluid. We seem to know a bit more about what we want rather than everyone just looking to me. I mean, ultimately I am directing them but I like to give as much creative control to their own independent angles, as long as we get at least one that’s fixed. Really appreciate their support.