Jul 11, 2010 00:26
I'm still alive.
What's more, after a period of some 4 years since i quit playing music for a crowd, i'm once again in a band.
I was approached by some new friends to come on board, playing either bass or drums. my choice. i accepted, with the proviso i never go anywhere near a drum kit ever again.
As a result, i am now the bassist in a post-rock, vocal-less 6 piece. we are unofficially known as The Beloved Cunts, but we're toying with the idea of Wavelength Gently Grows. which i like, and i wouldn't want to offend the good people, would i? WOULD I?
So right now, it's ambient trip-rock and Sailor Jerry's all the way. I sold a tv pilot script and the 6 episodes i had written with it for £450. I'm basically a bum, with a few lucrative semi-talents.
Muse at Wembley is approaching. The Black Keys were phenonenal, and i had a fascinating 5 hour conversation with an incredibly pretty girl about geo-politics whilst i waited at Birmingham New Street overnight.
I felt the need to record all of this. It happens to be one of those incredibly rare days where planet earth doesn't feel ludicrously shit.
Out.