Ahhhhh… How very civilised… This morning Mo got a ride to school with his friend. I didn’t have to rush or ride my bike or fight with commuters on the trains or anything… How very very lovely. :)

So here’s a nice thing: as you may or may not know, Brian and I have a very cool project that we’ve been working on for a while. It started out about 18 months ago while we were working at NOW. A couple different production companies have been interested- though almost without exception they wanted us to change it, to make it… well, more boring. Finally, fairly recently we’ve found some like-minded people who seem to be into our *original* idea. Once again I feel very good about it all.

Now, one of the things that has been very important to our idea is music. I’m as ‘MTV Generation’ as you can get (and I’m talking PROPER MTV). I grew up watching MTV- PROPER MTV!!!- absolutely obsessively. In fact, so much so that my parents had the chip removed from the ‘MTV channel’ in the cable box so I couldn’t watch it anymore. I hacked it. And kept on watchin’…. anyway, so that’s me and Brian of course spent a large part of his adult life as a musician- from Rock n Roll to Top of the Pops.

Music is important.

One of the songs- THE song, in fact- that we thought totally encapsulated our feelings about the Apollo Missions is Billy Bragg’s ‘The Space Race is Over’. I *love* that song. Buy it. We have always thought of it as a kind of theme tune and we have been absolutely positive that we are going to use it somehow.

Anyway, the other day I thought that I’d better actually *ask* Billy Bragg if it would be alright etc etc Cos there’s no point in planning to use something of someone’s in a big way if they aren’t up for it. I sent an email to his office.

Yesterday, minutes after I had sent off an angry email to a production company who are totally taking the piss by wanting to pay presenters £10 an hour (!!!), which obviously is going to get the latent union leader in me riled up (!!!), I got a phone call. Expecting it to be the producer of said production, I think I answered the phone a bit gruffly.

Me: Hello?!
Him: Is that Gia?
Me: Yes, it is!
Him: Hi, it’s Billy Bragg.

He rules… the man bloody rules.

NOTE: I have kept most of my earliest blog posts private. They are mainly crap. I have, however, tried to make live at least one from each month.