{"id":873,"date":"2008-02-29T20:58:28","date_gmt":"2008-02-29T19:58:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dickonedwards.co.uk\/diary\/index.php\/archive\/finishing-the-hat\/"},"modified":"2008-02-29T22:47:17","modified_gmt":"2008-02-29T21:47:17","slug":"finishing-the-hat","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/archive\/finishing-the-hat\/","title":{"rendered":"Finishing The Hat"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Still feeling woozy and disorientated, my fingers as I type not quite feeling as if they&#8217;re mine. There&#8217;s a kind of numbness in my fingertips.<\/p>\n<p>My copies of the new things have arrived. Instantly I think about a line from Sondheim&#8217;s <em>Sunday In The Park With George<\/em>, neatly summing up the joy of the painter&#8217;s process:<\/p>\n<p>&#8216;Look, I made a hat \/ Where there never was a hat.&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>I feel this applies particularly when, like the George of the musical, the creator in question feels rather lacking at being a normal human being, away from the world of making or writing. It&#8217;s perfectly possible to be creative and NOT be a Colin Wilson-style outsider or dysfunctional or bohemian or battling with drug addiction or just strange. But if you are feeling lost in the world, and lost in your life &#8211; whether for a moment or a lifetime &#8211; seeing the finished results of your creative act really helps make sense of the relentless confusion of it all. Ah yes, you think. THAT&#8217;s what I&#8217;m good for.<\/p>\n<p>Whether it&#8217;s something I&#8217;m good AT is neither here not there, not when it comes to deciding to make the things in the first place.<\/p>\n<p>Last time I put out an album, I mentioned it on an email mailing list. Someone piped back unkindly along the lines of, &#8216;Woo! Well, look out, pop charts!&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>Well, yes, it&#8217;s unlikely the album&#8217;s sales will give Nickelback any sleepless nights. But if a tree falls in a forest and no one blogs about it, it does still make a sound.<\/p>\n<p>&#8216;I&#8217;m rather happy with the way I fell just then,&#8217; thinks the tree. &#8216;I fell in a way that was purely me. Other falling trees are available, and have better press agents, but none of them fall quite like me. Maybe no one heard me. Doesn&#8217;t matter. I still did it.&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>Look, I made a book and a CD.\u00c2\u00a0 Where there never was a book and a CD.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/i72.photobucket.com\/albums\/i189\/dickonedwards\/IMG_1186.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/i72.photobucket.com\/albums\/i189\/dickonedwards\/IMG_1186.jpg\" height=\"200\" width=\"268\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/i72.photobucket.com\/albums\/i189\/dickonedwards\/IMG_1184.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/i72.photobucket.com\/albums\/i189\/dickonedwards\/IMG_1184.jpg\" height=\"203\" width=\"272\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Still feeling woozy and disorientated, my fingers as I type not quite feeling as if they&#8217;re mine. There&#8217;s a kind of numbness in my fingertips. My copies of the new things have arrived. Instantly I think about a line from Sondheim&#8217;s Sunday In The Park With George, neatly summing up the joy of the painter&#8217;s [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-873","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/873","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=873"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/873\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=873"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=873"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=873"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}