My grandfather had this amazing ability when I was younger. When we were in their house, he was always the last one to go to bed, and somehow he was showered and sat by the kitchen table reading the paper when we got up. I tried him a couple of times, waking up as early as I could to see if he really was up. He always was.
I never got to talk to him about it, but somehow I feel like I understand him better now. Last night I closed down the afterparty at Backyard Sessions at 03:30. I just arrived at the festival area, first one on set. There’s something mesmerising with the late nights and getting some time alone in the morning.