Note to self: when the head climbs up out of the bottle? Chances are it's fitter to be poured over self's hair than down self's craw. Blech.

Further note to self: ...that bleeding crossbrace has Got to Go. Seriously. I can find better ways for tonal articulation than ramming the top of my hand against it and grinding. I've been at this long enough ( Read more... )

One might think I'd have little else to do but lurk round in my flat posting journal entries, and yet...

So.

It's been a month and a day since Stillwater, so it's high time I gave it at least a paragraph's worth of my effort, don't you think?

So, Stillwater...
The week before the festival, I played the seisiun at Trinity Hall. Ken did sort of a Jedi ( Read more... )

Now that's been almost three weekends...

SaturdayWe left in the morning to minimal fanfare. Alright, there wasn't fanfare at all. There were two brief stops - one for breakfast for us and another for breakfast for the car. Otherwise...it was a drive down to Austin. I suppose I should take in more of the scenery now that it's become so costly as to ( Read more... )

Today has been My Special Day for eejity miscommunications. Last night, I played with Casey and Shaddow again at the Plaza Pub, and it went rather swimmingly. It ended (of course) late, which meant we were (well) late returning home. Knowing that I had another gig this afternoon, I checked the THSP timetable, 'cos something in the depths of my wee ( Read more... )

Sure, it's about bloody time.

( Innit. )

It occurs to me that I've likely used that as a journal title at least three other times, but what do you want, eh? Creativity? A pox on that. I've seen creative people before - I have. They wear poorly fitting purple berets and sport twirly felt-tip moustaches. It's true ( Read more... )

Well, I said I'd write about the seisiunna, only I'm not going to do it twice.

Cross-posted from myspace:

I've got plague. There are Qs scrawlled across my door, my car, and my desk chair in bright yellow paint - lest anybody overlook them and sadly fall prey to the vicious bit of viral nastiness that is making my life unpleasant.

In all honesty ( Read more... )

I know I've got other things that want posting, but prising the words out of my brain isn't an easy task at the moment, so you'll have to make do with something cross-posted from my Myspace page (that's awkwardly phrased).

Oh, for feck's sake - you've got a Myspace page?! you might be thinking to yourselves. I do, actually - and no, it isn't to ( Read more... )

Since I'm ignoring a project, I thought I should fill the time I'm wasting with an entry. Sound grand? Of course it does ( Read more... )

So, it's Thursday now, is it? What have I been getting up to for the past week (fortnight, I suppose)? Haven't an inkling. It's curious, when it was en vogue to keep paper journals, I rarely wrote about shite - and now? It's quantity before quality, a chairde. And I can't even muster any shame over it.

Yes, yes. Whinge and moan. At any rateSo, ( Read more... )