Thinking about artistic differences, hard to work them out when your collaborator doesn't see what's going on as art. Shame, we were making lovely art. OK with my new solo projects, but they're not really the same. Not as good, frankly. Hers either.

Makes me want to say, if you won't do it for love, do it for art- but it's no use, damn.

Peretz is back to curling into a tight, tight ball mornings; winter is coming.

Two sensitive instruments.