I left my fucking power supply at the academy again...

Another late night was had at Honkytonks by all accounts. Only me and Amir again on the first bus. Turns out after I left last night that Phonte rocked up to the club, took over the mic and started taking requests from the audience for covers. Shit!

Spent some time this morning doing a little bit more work on the Juno track, and locked in Eric the studio engineer for some time in the live room to record the drums and do the mix. Then it was time to hit the decks and rinse some disco ahead of Danny Wang's lecture...

Which was amazing. First up he made us all stand up and gave a quick dance class. After the little warmup we launched straight into a 3 hour lecture from Herr Wang, where he got into some real deep music theory, banging on about different temperaments and the like. He seems to be on a total mission to make music more musical again - he's all about key changes and harmonic progression. Straight grooves with no real melodic change don't appeal to him. Probably better not play him my track then.

He was a really engaging speaker, and gave a true lecture. He even photocopied up a load of notes and gave us all a set - about 30 pages all up, with a list of 100 disco records that need to be owned, excerpts from various books and magazines and stuff. Truly incredible. Gerd, the interviewer, said about 4 things during the whole lecture. It was brilliant, and it would be great to see more things like this. It was a real lesson - this was straight-up teaching, from a really intelligent, passionate and entertaining expert. And he taught us the Bus Stop.

Lunch was really quick, and then the second lecture began. Carl Mcintosh has spent the last three days here at the academy, a bass guitar and a shit-eating grin firmly attached to him at all times he lobbed up on Wednesday, unpacked his bass and said "where's the studio then?" He's been having more fun than us, I think. He spoke beautifully, and carries about him a calm happiness that's infectious. He had many stories, but the nicest thing was at the end, he played a few chords on the Rhodes that he'd had brought downstairs, and the whole mood in the room changed. It was incredible. He hardly played any music at all, but there was something about the notes he played, and the way he spoke, that was quite incredible. I think he is a magician.

And then I felt not so good for a while. Tiredness got the better of me and I ran away home early to rest, and to see Emma who arrived today. When I saw Sofie yesterday, she asked me if I'd felt overwhelmed yet. Today I definitely did. It was all too much.

We went to the first show of the night, a street art show in a neat little venue in Richmond. Total industrial aesthetic, a carpark covered in graffiti has a staircase you ascend into a big wide first-floor warehouse space with wooden floors, whitewashed walls and a lean-to DJ booth in the corner, where Steve aka Flying Lotus was playing out some of his own tracks and being a charismatic motherfucker on the microphone, behaving as a genuine master of ceremonies as opposed to straight-out rapping. He played this absolutely killer Brazilian beat that got everybody moving. Steve stopped the track, told us he was going to play it again, and did. It finished, everybody went apeshit, and he strolled out of the lean-to and started talking to everyone, "so it took some Brazilian shit to get your asses moving," and then played the track again. Everybody went bananas. I was feeling much better now.

We then went onto the Trough Faggot party. A notable difference between disco school and regular school: at disco school, you can walk into a club called the Sin Bin, and see your teacher behind the decks wearing an orange disco singlet, playing air violin to beautiful music, while men dance with their shirts off all around and beautiful girls kiss each other.