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I dreamt last night obsessively about remembering the name of this female band me and the band intersected during last autumn’s tour.  I couldn’t remember the name and was toiling about it for… well, it seemed all night.  Finally I remembered, Mansfield Tya. 

And by the time I remembered it we were collaborating with them on stage.  I’m not sure why collaborations scare me a bit.  I guess it’s a healthy fear.  When you collaborate with another artist you open yourself up in a pretty raw way.  You have to trust each other.  So Mansfield Tya were there on stage and they were making this lovely sound with soft, strange harmonies and some kind of… well, it seemed like harps or some such unusual instruments to see on a stage. 

I began to sing a counterpoint, and it was strong and confident and worked really well.  The guys joined me.  I remember hearing Jasper beat the tom, and suddenly Charlie started playing this windy, deep analogue synth and I was just ecstatic!  We were making such wonderful music.  And some part of me knew I was dreaming, and knew that I was finding this music within myself.  Sometimes I go through periods, probably like all artists, when I am not sure if I have more within me, and clearly this was proof that there is more, eternally more. 

In the audience I spotted a beautiful French girl and she was crying from the beauty of the music.  But as I looked around the theatre more than half of it was empty, completely empty.

After the show I burst into the dressing room, still ecstatic and congratulated Jasper who was equally inspired.