First day back in the studio, somewhere different for a change.
Load the car with weirdness, remember to pack an open mind.
The cornfields of Essex are radiant, like those gold reflectors
photographers assistants stick under your chin to make you look
healthy when you’ve just crawled in from a late night, but you’re
on a deadline for those oh so important press shots when you feel
& look like shite. Everything looks better when the corn’s around.
There’s a quiet ‘waiting’ sound at the back of the day, a hissing
that calms me down, clears a space in the head I didn’t know I had
for random magic to slip in unnoticed.