When I was young, i took some cd’s from my brothers cd collection (sorry bruv)  Dookie by green day, the blue album by weezer, i should coco by supergrass and Ill Comunication by the beastie boys. Although they still get rotation one of which properly shook me down as an uneducated youth finding his feet in music. it was I.C. the hip hop, the funk, the jazz the hardcore. and for me at the time lyrics that i’d try and ‘rap’ as a kid and then lyrics and samples i’d find myself laughing my arse of at. i’ve just read that MCA adam yauch has sadly passd away. I’m absolutly heartbroken. for reals. anyone reading this will know of my love of the beastie boys.I think we should all spin some tonight and party.

cos i’ve got the bottle you’ve got the cup come on everybody lets get fuuuuuuu

RIP MCA

As usual it’s been ages since I posted but I’m not gonna say I’ll do it on the regular now, because lets face it.. I’m probably not going too.. I feel wierd a lot.. I can’t put a finger on why either.. Does anyone ever just stop and think, ‘what am I actually doing?’ I often do.. but then proceed to carry on doing whatever dumb as fuck thing I was doing. I make plans to change and sort things out but often just file them away in the something else came along folder. It’s got to a point now where I think, I’m 24 and I’ve shot myself in the foot… FUCK But then as if by magic it’s gone, washed away in the tide of beers and writing music. This is my writers block going away and in a few days this ramble will make sense when I unveil new songs which I’ve been a verse and a chorus into for months, it’s exiting but again a little bit of a piss in the wind. is music a futile mission? NO it’s being happy being sad being angry being horny being stupid being young being old being gay being straight being you and being me. and each time I pick up an instrument I find a different way to be something. I’m stopping now to go and be something else and I hope you all do too. There is a snoring beagle on my bed.. I thought he stopped and this was the only reason I let him back in.. Good night.

Good lord I miss this room.

How I wish to roam, but then, I don’t. Take for example I wouldn’t like to go trekking the world over like some of my friends have.  However I’d like to take a walk and not know where I’m going. The classic film way with my telecaster cased up and a duffle bag full of stuff belongings.

I highly doubt I could pull that off though.

Also I know that trip will just lead me to Brighton for a handful days hopefully to play some music with Joe and various other friends. I wish I had even the train fair to do so, such a wonderful writer and musician one of the finest I’ve had the pleasure of playing and ‘recording’ with. I use that term loosely due to only having a very rushed hour during a BIMM exam. I’ve not at all forgotten about wonderful performers I met during my time by the sea, far too many to mention but some truly inspiring voices and pieces of music passed into my ears there. That said… I’ve also heard some truly awful pieces too but I’m not using this time to rip upon them.

A friend and I were talking about Jeff Buckley recently and discussing specifically the album ‘Grace’ and even more specifically the song Dream Brother. I was taking the corner of the music and how the main riff with his waling vocal leading in the grungy picked bit is simply mind blowing, he was only interested in the meaning behind the song, (the story of Jeff’s best friend leaving a girlfriend and the child he was carrying) but more importantly the final lyric of the song being “asleep in the sand with the ocean washing over” I thought it was wonderful how one song in millions  and music in general can inspire such conversation and even argument and how so much each person can take from music.

Boozy post time.

I sing nightingale by saves the day in my guitar all the time. I love you.

So, it’s been a long time again. I think perhaps I’m just not meant to be a blogger.. Anyway. I had a WEEZER day today. It felt good until I started reading about mikey welsh again and now I’m sad. He was my favourite bassist out of the three, second favourite member of my favourite band.. Now I’m laying in bed feeling sad and now really queezy. UN COOL. I found an un-published post on here that I must have wrote on what I refer to as down time, (all in the name really) about the decline in how I socialise and spend time with friends, and I won’t lie.. I was being a right shit (again) now I’m thinking why did I bother to write it? I can’t be arsec to moan about how when I see some people it annoys me or how I don’t see some people and when I do it’s a bit of an anticlimax I’m just gonna say.. I love you, you know who you are. And jog on, you know who you are too!

So, demos coming along nice with me Matt Brabbs, ideas in other directions too on the way but I think it’ll all fit together.. Having set up my amp today and having no block on ideas helped too, not that I really go much done, as i dopped the jag into Eb and powered through some fu manchu wanting to roll up a
zoot and fuzzily riff though the day. But as I’m awake and writing this, I clearly didn’t.

Anyway.

Goodnight all

Not really sure how to start this post, so i’ll just state that last night was awesome. So so awesome getting to go on that stage and do what we do at the O2 of all places was simply.. Fucking cool. Hanging out with awesome people, drinking probably to many beers, thinking I might have been about to have a heart attack at times and then getting to stomp about under the lights.

Thank you!

Onto other things, it seems like my winehouse post whipped up quite a stir and made a load of people whine, what I was saying was that I was watching the news coverage about Norway, then blam all eyes on Amy winehouse and having to listen to some people in the place talking about it being worse than anything, like.. Ever. Which I thought.. Sucked. Of course it’s awful, and of course its a waste, but it’s a waste she created.

So yeah, SORRY?

I think it’s about time for some new vans.

This was buried in a pathway in Caterham near the bypass.. It creeped me the fuck out..

Me and the wife saw this and she nearly shit her pants with excitement.

Backstage @ barfly Camden. Breaking every rule they had one by one.