When All You've Gotta Keep Is Strong
Move along, move along like I know ya do.
Yes this is the post with real writing and everything.
It's been a fucking fantastic few weeks. I'm quite sure it's probably the best fortnight of my life. Yes that sounds over the top but I faced and met many things I'd never thought I would and it feels relieving and refreshing... yes I'm aware those are rather related sentiments but it seems like multiple adjectives are necessary.
It all started on the 2nd of February and seeing the ever beautiful auditory pornography that is the Black Dahlia Murder. What is seemingly the least significant of events in the calendar is the one did it for me. It made me realize something sad but also quite great, that music to me will always hold more importance to me than any woman could achieve. This sounds like a very virgin sentiment to come out with but I'm pretty sure my heart raced faster when I met the ever sexy Trevor Strnad and then saw them perform then I ever did in a romantic moment. No offense to my one and only girlfriend or any other woman that has liked me/been mildly involved with, but I feel it's a bit necessary to describe how overwhelmingly great it was.
No less than 24 hours later I was presented with possibly the finest stage show ever conceived, with jizz cannons and fire... fucking LOADS of fire. Detailing the whole show overall would take the piss but I must assure it was a feast for the eyes and ears, hell, even Combichrist were fun.
3rd in a row was yet another Black Dahlia show, nowhere near as special as the first show, but being able to point to two dates on my shirt and claim I was at both is always nice. Top notch performance and a great evening with a good friend, one of which, along with many others I've missed quite a lot in the recent weeks. Before even setting off was possibly the best part of the evening. Meeting someone who usually makes you feel unnerved and embracing them with a hug feels like such a weight lifted from my back but I'll come back to that.
With Friday and Saturday came unbelievable amounts of booze piled on top of hours upon hours and trains. Downing the 10 beers on the way wasn't the smartest move neither was the range of randomly mixed drinks, pissing in a bin, flashing my cock to passers by and chat roulette users and falling in love with a complete stranger only to have forgotten her name and what she looked like, then staggering outside to find a way to keep safe. After many calls and one of the nicest bouncers I've encountered I found myself in a hotel (obviously not Deanna's house because there was a fan). It's so amazing to know that I have brilliant friends, who will look after a very drunk, emotional to the point of crying version of me, spending £70 on a place for me to wallow even though they're aware that payback will take quite a long time. Sadly with every time I'm drunk to that point I said some very horrible and hurtful things, I've apologized many times and if you've reached this point I apologize once again. Hate is a very strong word and I should remember that in future, because one thing I don't want is having a good friend unsure about our relationship as friends.
A few days of choice rest later and I was up and ready for more, yet after reading a fair few twitter posts I felt pretty down. However, on occasion, I love being brought down to a level, being brought back down to earth. Yes I've been rather reckless and rather inconsiderate and it's scary to know that things can just escalate really quickly. Although like usual I took these posts to heart, and even though we may have drifted she's a fantastic friend, and the gig demonstrated that well. But still... Between the Buried and Me... ONE FUCKING SONG!
I'm running out of momentum now and I'll continue in a later post with the rest of the week and my opinions/feelings but until then I need to wash.
Yes this is the post with real writing and everything.
It's been a fucking fantastic few weeks. I'm quite sure it's probably the best fortnight of my life. Yes that sounds over the top but I faced and met many things I'd never thought I would and it feels relieving and refreshing... yes I'm aware those are rather related sentiments but it seems like multiple adjectives are necessary.
It all started on the 2nd of February and seeing the ever beautiful auditory pornography that is the Black Dahlia Murder. What is seemingly the least significant of events in the calendar is the one did it for me. It made me realize something sad but also quite great, that music to me will always hold more importance to me than any woman could achieve. This sounds like a very virgin sentiment to come out with but I'm pretty sure my heart raced faster when I met the ever sexy Trevor Strnad and then saw them perform then I ever did in a romantic moment. No offense to my one and only girlfriend or any other woman that has liked me/been mildly involved with, but I feel it's a bit necessary to describe how overwhelmingly great it was.
No less than 24 hours later I was presented with possibly the finest stage show ever conceived, with jizz cannons and fire... fucking LOADS of fire. Detailing the whole show overall would take the piss but I must assure it was a feast for the eyes and ears, hell, even Combichrist were fun.
3rd in a row was yet another Black Dahlia show, nowhere near as special as the first show, but being able to point to two dates on my shirt and claim I was at both is always nice. Top notch performance and a great evening with a good friend, one of which, along with many others I've missed quite a lot in the recent weeks. Before even setting off was possibly the best part of the evening. Meeting someone who usually makes you feel unnerved and embracing them with a hug feels like such a weight lifted from my back but I'll come back to that.
With Friday and Saturday came unbelievable amounts of booze piled on top of hours upon hours and trains. Downing the 10 beers on the way wasn't the smartest move neither was the range of randomly mixed drinks, pissing in a bin, flashing my cock to passers by and chat roulette users and falling in love with a complete stranger only to have forgotten her name and what she looked like, then staggering outside to find a way to keep safe. After many calls and one of the nicest bouncers I've encountered I found myself in a hotel (obviously not Deanna's house because there was a fan). It's so amazing to know that I have brilliant friends, who will look after a very drunk, emotional to the point of crying version of me, spending £70 on a place for me to wallow even though they're aware that payback will take quite a long time. Sadly with every time I'm drunk to that point I said some very horrible and hurtful things, I've apologized many times and if you've reached this point I apologize once again. Hate is a very strong word and I should remember that in future, because one thing I don't want is having a good friend unsure about our relationship as friends.
A few days of choice rest later and I was up and ready for more, yet after reading a fair few twitter posts I felt pretty down. However, on occasion, I love being brought down to a level, being brought back down to earth. Yes I've been rather reckless and rather inconsiderate and it's scary to know that things can just escalate really quickly. Although like usual I took these posts to heart, and even though we may have drifted she's a fantastic friend, and the gig demonstrated that well. But still... Between the Buried and Me... ONE FUCKING SONG!
I'm running out of momentum now and I'll continue in a later post with the rest of the week and my opinions/feelings but until then I need to wash.