Just seven days now until my eight-minute 'comeback gig' (the least-called-for since Donny and Marie Osmond got caterwaulingly back together...) at Camden's G-Lounge, and yet only now have I bothered to look up the necessary "original material" songs I last worked on at least six years ago... only to find them embarrassingly ponderous and po-faced... Pah.
I've spent various flashes of downtime at work the past few days jotting down hopefully-wittier, lighter-touched lyrics, to go with what seem okayish-for-now melodies.
And I have Friday off, to devote to more intensive efforts.
But it won't be pleasant.
I wonder if I dare try to pass off an obscure B-side by, say, XTC, The Auteurs or even Arlo Guthrie as all my own work, and hope and trust I don't get busted...
Well, it's a potential Plan B anyway...
Sad news about Gene Pitney, by the by... Always preferred Dusty's version of 24 Hours From Tulsa, and to be honest felt his singing voice sounded more like someone slowly squeezing the air out of Shirley Bassey, but he certainly seemed a trouper.
And no one deserves to die in a Cardiff hotel room. At least, without going out the Ox way, anyway...
I trust The Sun will be more tactful tomorrow than with their "You've Lost That Living Feeling"-headlined "tribute" to ex-Righteous Brother Bobby Hatfield.
Any hint of "Something's Gotten Hold Of His Heart" or "24 Hours From Pulse... argh!", and it's cancelled subscriptions all round...
RIP anyway, Gene - and special thanks for writing the stellar "Hello, Mary Lou" for Ricky Nelson too.
So that's Gene Pitney gone to join the choir invisible, Gene Vincent too, and of course, best of 'em all, Gene Clark.
Gene Gallagher, Liam's boy, will have to start redressing the imbalance some time soon.
Well, his songwriting can't be much worse than his dad's, surely...?