A day in bed

Unable to stand without vile pain, I simply remained in bed, while poor Lorraine got on with all the house jobs we had intended to do this weekend, such as painting exterior walls white. Felt guilty about this, but the result of my horizontality and sleeping was that my ankle hurt a little less tonight. Slept a good deal of the day. And Lorraine went out in the evening, having slogged all day, and had fun with Anton, Rosie and Dawn, while I slowly repaired.

I did however, watch a heartwarming documentary on my laptop.'Searching for Sugarman' was about Sixto Rodriguez who released two albums in the early seventies that sank without trace in the US but made him an enormous star in South Africa -- a fact he knew nothing about. Nobody knew anything about him in SA other than what was on the record covers, so legends grew up about how he had died in horrible circumstances: that he had shot himself on stage, or set himself on fire and burned to death.

Film of him playing his first concert there in a large auditorium packed with an adoring crowd was rather moving, as well as something of a relief, as was his refusal to alter his very modest, monk-like lifestyle in Detroit after his career rebirth.

Below a still from footage of Rodriguez walking about the snowy streets of Detroit.