I was on my way home on Friday night after work. A girl I worked with was leaving to go travelling, so we went for a drink and I called home to say I was on my way back.
I walked through my front door; it was a typical Friday night. Radio on, he’s in the kitchen cutting up potatoes to put in the oven for dinner. “I’ll take about an hour and a half for the potatoes,” he says, and pours me a glass of wine and I start to chill out for the evening. He disappears into his studio for a minute and comes back.
“Hey, you wanna come listen to a new track I’ve been working on??”
I sigh a bit and say “OK then.” This is typical behaviour. He loves every song he writes and makes me listen to it about a million times so I can give my input.
So I walk into his studio and it’s filled with candles. Candles everywhere. And on his computer is a video. He offers me a seat, and I press play. It’s a bit Love Actually (his favourite film) and is a series of notes that he’s written to me.
“Jackrabbit,” it says.