Baiting The Volcano

I’m hopping on a plane to Ireland Wednesday afternoon.

Apart from the obvious opportunity to see my family, Brendan Perry will be performing three concerts in Dublin, Cork and Galway to promote his new album, Ark. I’ve hired a car and will be in attendance at each of the three gigs.

Mr. Perry’s just about the only remaining active musician that I enjoy enough to board an aeroplane for, especially if it means that I’ll be away from my family for four nights. The fourth night is so that I can spend all of Saturday with my family, who would otherwise see me only briefly after Wednesday’s gig in Dublin and Friday’s in Galway, after the long drive back to the outskirts of Dublin. I’ll be spending the night in Cork on Thursday, as it makes no sense to drive back to Dublin after the gig, when I have to head back west the next day.

I’ll have some time on my hands during the days ahead, which, whilst not immediately appealing, might turn out to be a good thing. I could do with clearing my head.

I’ll miss the kids, though; and I don’t like the idea of leaving Sarah when I know she could miscarry at any time, but she doesn’t mind. A miscarriage isn’t serious, but I’d like to be there to support her when it happens… if it ever happens.

Brendan, you’d better be good tomorrow evening.