Got into London yesterday and had lunch with the Kimberman at the deeply wonderful Banners café in nearby Crouch End. It was busy and packed to the gills with children and our conversation was regularly interrupted by the shrill whoops and shrieks of the nearby kiddiewinks. All of which caused the non-child friendly Kimbo to wince several times over the next hour. Of course it’s only just occurred to me that it might have been my chat that made the Kimbrini physog to scrumple up and not the wee brats but there you go.
London was mad and as chaotically sprawling as ever and within a couple of hours of being here, the mucous (aka snot) up my not inconsiderable hooter started getting streaked with the customary black flecks. I know this because within a couple of hours of being here I started to sneeze - a lot. Now I realise that the DGM website may not be the place to discuss the clarity or otherwise of one’s snot but it is a reliable indicator as to quality of the air.
After eating enough food to slow down an elephant we take a casual wander back to Kimbercentral and chill out chatting and reading and listening to the early Beatles back catalogue up to Rubber Soul. The latest edition of Q magazine contains a review of the KC re-masters and more than a couple of inaccuracies along the way. Looking at the rest of the reviews on the page I wonder how many errors there are about those artists. That aside, they get a reasonable write up with LTIA getting four stars whilst SABB and perhaps surprisingly Red pick up three stars each.
Late afternoon Kimber heads off to a swanky reception at Tower Bridge and I hit Charing Cross Road in search of a couple of books. I call into Helter Skelter and am delighted to see a hard copy of Chris Wilson’s TxT cover tacked up on the shelves with the legend "FORTHCOMING" next to it.
I met up with David Symes for a couple of beers and a bit of heavy-duty anoraking and related nattering. I’d phoned David on spec and happily he had a spare couple of hours for us to meet up. The last time I saw David was at the KC gig in Shepherd’s Bush earlier in the year.
Phoned Debbie to see how things were back at the ranch and check out how our current crop of house guests are settling in. The next few week-ends, we’ve got a string of folks arriving but I still feel bad about not being able to pull my weight this week-end.
Back home after more book browsing in Borders and I settle down to watch some mindless TV. Kimber arrived not too long after and wanted to watch some Jean Luc Goddard movies he’s recently acquired but I stuck out firmly for Buffy The Vampire Slayer. Kimber muttered something about him having to intellectually slum it every time I come to visit but I ignored his Brian Sewell-esque retorts about my distinct lack of cultural ambition and got into some all-girl and highly improbable Slayer action. Eventually I fell asleep on the luxuriant Kimber sofa as he tried to inculcate me with a shot of Monty Python.
Up and at ‘em this lovely Saturday morning and downloaded e-mails from my sister, Peter Sinfield and Peter Woods, who’s the producer of the forthcoming Top Ten prog rock programme. The TV blokey person wants to do an interview with me this Monday afternoon. What they’re looking for from me is a sort of idiot’s guide to KC’s time line - key dates and points of interest along the way.
Clearly, this is not going to be an in-depth piece on King Crimson although they’ve interviewed Bill Bruford and John Wetton. In the time allowed in the programme, there’s only going to be ten minutes at most on KC and Peter Sinfield has expressed some serious reservations about the intentions of the programme makers i.e. it’ll be a piss-take and a stitch up job.
As we know Robert has also given the programme the body swerve and although there’s some worries about how the whole thing will turn out my ravenous ego and shameless need for publicity has managed to get me past any reservations so far.
More details as they emerge. Now, I’m off to make a heart-attack inducing breakfast in the Kimber kitchen whilst the man himself continues to produce sub dub reggae via his nasal cavities.