Erik Satie

A Day in the Life of a Musician

An artist must regulate his life.

Here is a time-table of my daily acts. I rise at 7.18; am inspired 
from 10.23 to 11.47. I lunch at 12.11 and leave the table at 12.14. A 
healthy ride on horse-back round my domain follows from  1.19 pm to 
2.53 pm. Another bout of inspiration from 3.12 to 4.7 pm. From 5 to 
6.47 pm various occupations (fencing, reflection, immobility, visits, 
contemplation, dexterity, natation, etc.)

Dinner is served at 7.16 and finished at 7.20 pm. From 8.9 to 9.59 pm 
symphonic readings (out loud). I go to bed regularly at 10.37 pm. 
Once a week (on Tuesdays) I awake with a start at 3.14 am.

My only nourishment consists of food that is white: eggs, sugar, 
shredded bones, the fat of dead animals, veal, salt, coco-nuts, 
chicken cooked in white water, mouldy fruit, rice, turnips, sausages 
in camphor, pastry, cheese (white varieties), cotton salad, and 
certain kinds of fish (without their skin). I boil my wine and drink 
it cold mixed with the juice of the Fuschia. I have a good appetite 
but never talk when eating for fear of strangling myself.

I breathe carefully (a little at a time) and dance very rarely. When 
walking I hold my ribs and look steadily behind me.

My expression is very serious; when I laugh it is unintentional, and 
I always apologise very politely.

I sleep with only one eye closed, very profoundly. My bed is round 
with a hole in it for my head to go through. Every hour a servant 
takes my temperature and gives me another.