My blood pressure usually drops significantly around 3-4 pm, and it’s an uphill battle for a few hours before my energy level slowly regulates itself. No matter what I do, I have to compose with it, so instead of fighting a lost cause I go for a 20-30-minute walk inside the studio church… Yes, you read it right; the place is big enough for me to undergo a part of my strict recovery regimen inside… the guys set it all up for me. It’s my personal indoor “track and field” parkour. The funniest aspect of it, if it’s not already funny enough in itself, remains to be accompanied by whom I call my “fellow travelers to nowhere”. To give you a mental image, you’ve got 3, 4, or 5 people walking around in circles for about half an hour while having a meeting. It’s my church-countless-steps tour. We look like inmates trying to remain active in the inner court of a federal prison. If a sane person — if there’s one of them still remaining in my entourage — were to see that without knowing what is going on, they would truly think we are in need of a major psychological intervention. Or would join us…! Next time, I should put the Talking Heads’ song “Road to Nowhere” on to offer those instants of my recovery anthology a proper soundtrack to go along with…!

Ben, who usually laughs when he sees us walk around, will usually be eating a chocolate truffle and drinking coffee and screaming something in the likes of: “Come on, guys! Only 95 more tours and Alex will have half of his steps count objective for the day! I’ll be waiting in the studio!” So I was surprised when he joined us for a few tours… Told you, everyone will join me at some point…!