042. Hey look my first serious entry in like a month.
It's almost exactly a year since I moved into the apartment in London, and it's odd to think that now I'm thinking about moving out again. This time last year, I was a lot more naive than I am now, I'd never lived away from home before, and I'd never even stayed in London before. I guess I would have been homesick if there was time, but I was too busy learning the basslines and lyrics ready for our first ever public appearances and gigs at the end of the month, and adding the finishing touches to the album which was due to be released in November.
I've grown up a lot over the past year. I've made some amazing friends, I've done some pretty stupid stuff, I've played more games of pool and ping pong than I can count, and I've changed the posters in my bedroom so often that the wallpaper is falling down around my ears. Our moderate level of success has changed me, for one thing my ego has definately had a boost. I do wonder somehow that if James wasn't James, and didn't have the huge following that he'd gathered over the previous three years, whether or not we'd be where we are now.
And where are we now? In Cornwall, of all the random places, that's where. Finishing off the writing part of the second album, so when we take it into the studio there won't be any problems. The house we're staying at belongs to James, and it's big enough that we all have our own bedroom. If we had to share, I have a feeling we wouldn't be staying as long as we are, which I do believe is until the end of the month. We have left Cornwall a couple of times for summer gigs, but mostly I've been hanging out on the beach, trying to build on my surfing skills which were born when I visited Nicole in Hawaii. I'm still not very good.
I was about to say that the past year has been a big journey for me, but that reminds me too much of Glyn from BB, and I never want to be compared to him. (Nikki to win). But I guess it has been a journey in a way. Home #1 is back in Chertsey, and I guess it will always be home in a way, seventeen and a half years I lived there. Home #2 is my Dad's place. I've visited it so much that it became my second home. I guess that's what any seperated parents would want. Home #3 is in London. Danny and Chris are the perfect roommates, I was taken under their wing from day one, they're both quite a few years older than me and have a lot more experience of life in general. Danny's messy but Chris is neat and I'm somewhere in the middle. We share out tasks as often as possible, and though the jobs often don't get done the fact is we did share them out. It's not a bad place either, three bedrooms, en-suites, two floors, a balcony, a games room, not many teenagers straight out of their mum's house get that. Now Home #4 is looming, and though I'm not quite sure where it is, what it'll be like or even when I'll move there, I'm still excited. Maybe when our new album hits the big time all over the world, I'll get to show MTV around it and be featured on Cribs. Well, a guy can always dream.
I've grown up a lot over the past year. I've made some amazing friends, I've done some pretty stupid stuff, I've played more games of pool and ping pong than I can count, and I've changed the posters in my bedroom so often that the wallpaper is falling down around my ears. Our moderate level of success has changed me, for one thing my ego has definately had a boost. I do wonder somehow that if James wasn't James, and didn't have the huge following that he'd gathered over the previous three years, whether or not we'd be where we are now.
And where are we now? In Cornwall, of all the random places, that's where. Finishing off the writing part of the second album, so when we take it into the studio there won't be any problems. The house we're staying at belongs to James, and it's big enough that we all have our own bedroom. If we had to share, I have a feeling we wouldn't be staying as long as we are, which I do believe is until the end of the month. We have left Cornwall a couple of times for summer gigs, but mostly I've been hanging out on the beach, trying to build on my surfing skills which were born when I visited Nicole in Hawaii. I'm still not very good.
I was about to say that the past year has been a big journey for me, but that reminds me too much of Glyn from BB, and I never want to be compared to him. (Nikki to win). But I guess it has been a journey in a way. Home #1 is back in Chertsey, and I guess it will always be home in a way, seventeen and a half years I lived there. Home #2 is my Dad's place. I've visited it so much that it became my second home. I guess that's what any seperated parents would want. Home #3 is in London. Danny and Chris are the perfect roommates, I was taken under their wing from day one, they're both quite a few years older than me and have a lot more experience of life in general. Danny's messy but Chris is neat and I'm somewhere in the middle. We share out tasks as often as possible, and though the jobs often don't get done the fact is we did share them out. It's not a bad place either, three bedrooms, en-suites, two floors, a balcony, a games room, not many teenagers straight out of their mum's house get that. Now Home #4 is looming, and though I'm not quite sure where it is, what it'll be like or even when I'll move there, I'm still excited. Maybe when our new album hits the big time all over the world, I'll get to show MTV around it and be featured on Cribs. Well, a guy can always dream.