Upon arrival, the kids were given a tour of Todd’s sprawling, self-built manor home hidden away on several acres smack in the middle of Inglewood. Highlights included the studio, the “aqua-theater”, the main terrace with firepit and deep-fryer, the horse stable (her name is Cocoa), the guest house, and the open living room in the main house equipped with a stage, lights, monitors, and fog machine.
As the rest of us set up our gear, Shawn amused himself with the blow-gun and discovered that it WAS possible to shoot two darts at once through the tube. A kronk, shank, and tap-tap-testing-1-2-3 later, we jammed on some Sabbath before messing around with the F&J tunes we hadn’t played in twelve (!) years. They all fell into place rather quickly.
The main disruption of the night was a shoot of hay that became lodged under Minty’s fingernail – it took a trip to my studio for tweezers and nearly two hours of diplomacy before she allowed Fleming to yank it out.
Once the tears dried and the bomb pops were distributed, we ran the last tune before gathering on the terrace and winding down the night with cordials, laser pointers, and an open fire. Cocoa joined us briefly for some fresh hay by the fire before Todd and the kids walked her back to the stable (she found the concrete a bit slippy on the hoof).
While comparisons to Villa-Nellcote wouldn’t be entirely accurate, I do like the idea that I can walk five minutes up the road from my own studio, through green urban pastures, to find a horse and a Baldwin grand piano waiting in the living room.




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