reb is west

I've only gone and done it. I've moved to Devon... for the time being. Hence the rather major silence on the gig front. It won't be long though. Just give me time to unpack my boxes.

You might have seen it coming. I think I've mentioned Devon once or twice in the past few blogs. If you happen to be Croyde way, you'll have to look me up. And hopefully I'll be getting involved in/starting up some jazz goings on in the north devon hotbed of entertainment. It's not just surfing down here you know. Actually, that's a lie, it is just surfing - and pasties, and ice cream, and cream teas. Bliss.

I'm surrounded by boxes at the moment. Flippin' 'eck. How much excess stuff can one accumulate along the way? Clapham Old Town branch of Trinity Hospice shop has just had to build an extension to house the results of my ruthless cull and I've still got more boxes of stuff to unpack than I can remotely be bothered with. I'm in desperate need of some shelves without which I can't really unpack as most of my stuff is music books, cookery books, books and a several files of leadsheets (that's sheet music for the uninitiated). Oh, and christmas tree decorations, so I think I might have to get a tree. I love having a Christmas tree. In fact, I love Christmas. Can't wait. Got to have something to look forward to now my birthday is over...

Stick with me. I'm hoping to be back in London, the North West and Scotland with gigs in the new year and hoping to finally get a new CD sorted. It's about time.

Rainy, sunny, blowy Devon greetings.

Rx