Date: 15 Jun 2016
Getting old is a right bugger, I can tell you!
In an attempt to attain levels of fitness I haven't seen for many a year, I started playing some touch rugby sessions at Portsmouth Rugby Football Club a few weeks ago. That's touch rugby, where the chances of injury are minimal, right? Wrong.
In an attempt to ground the ball for a try, I managed to snap the tendon in one of my fingers. After the session, I showed the injury to my wife (who is luckily also a nurse) and she suggested a trip to the Emergency Department of our local hospital. And so it happened that I was diagnosed with 'mallet finger' and will have to keep the offending digit unbent in a splint for six weeks.
Musically, the ramifications are that I cannot play the guitar. Finger picking is nigh-on impossible and the splint gets in the way somewhat of plectrum-based strumming. In short, the initial stages of rehearsal for the forthcoming Phantom Islands album will have to be postponed until later this summer. This is not too much of a worry except that there's a small chance the injury may not heal at all. Well, I'll just have to cross that guitar bridge if I come to it.
In the meantime, this month's featured song is a distorted guitar-driven number which I can only dream of playing in my current state.
Until the next (hopefully rehabilitated) edition - Math