‘My time is a piece of wax..’

So yeah, I am going to continue to talk about the band.. Ha! Ha! We have a gig on Saturday which we’re all looking forward to. I think this is for three reasons, firstly we don’t play many weekend gigs, secondly we should be off stage by 7:15 at the latest to celebrate Easter with a drink or 10 and lastly, our mate Jamie’s band The Buzz are also playing who are wicked.

We’ll be playing 3 new ones I reckon, with a few new bits added.. As far as really new songs go, there are a few I need to tape for the band, including one about Archway and some older ones to resurrect that only Brown remembers. I also have about 5 ideas that might be good that I need to sit down with for a few hours, one is the heaviest things I think I have written, with Queens of the Stone Age-esque verses and a Rage Against the Machine kind of riff.. well in my head anyway..

We’re seriously talking about recording again, I think we need to learn a couple more songs then we can choose the best ones. Queen Netti, recording and producing legend is even asking when we might be up for another round so the planets must be aligning…

I’m not going to say ‘watch this space!’ like Stu would, because we won’t shut up about it when we know what is going on..
Until next time.

WFA

Still worshipping at the altar of fallen idols..?

Brown's in. I've got a few things I want to write about today, I'll start at the beginning and see where I end up. The first thing I wanted to write about was not going to see Fleeing New York on Saturday night. I fully intended to go but I got distracted. That's what I wanted to say about that. So much for Fleeing New York on Saturday night.

The next thing I wanted to write about was going to see Happy Attack on Sunday at the Buffalo Bar. I made it to this gig (thanks to Dave and Roz for coming down), and I have to say they were even better than at 93 Feet East with the added bonus that I am now the proud owner of a bright yellow Happy Attack T-shirt! I got home at 1.00 am. So much for Sunday night.

The next thing I wanted to write about is band practice on Monday night, it was good to play again and we're looking forward to the next gig. So much for band practice on Monday.

The next thing I wanted to write about is my car wouldn't start yesterday afternoon, I'm hoping it will do so today. If not I'll have to call the AA out, but it's a bit annoying. I'd go on about it but I can't be bothered. So much for my car not starting.

The next thing I want to write about is the expectations we have of ourselves and of others. If someone doesn't act in a way you would expect, or perhaps even require, them to then how do you react? Generally I'm the sort of person who turns the other cheek, doesn't like to rock the boat, etc. I'm not at all confrontational and tend to shy away from having arguments, especially with people I am close to or who are important to me. I've generally been satisfied with this approach but a number of events have taken place over the past year or so which have showed me that this policy has been responsible for a lot of pain and resentment that could otherwise have been avoided, and in fact I would have been better served by voicing my displeasure. Perhaps even to the extent of getting seriously fucking angry about things. This is a lesson I am trying very hard to take to heart.

So, now that I have convinced myself beyond reasonable doubt of the virtues of communication, how best to do so? How justified is my anger? Would I be better served by being reasonable, even logical? Whether it is nobler of the mind to calmly explain your position, or with righteous anger vent your frustrations upon your betrayer in order to impress upon them the magnitude of your feeling and the slight you feel you have suffered? That is the question.

The answer is probably related to the circumstances, at the moment I feel a mixture of both is probably best. You need to be able to defend your feelings, and in order to do this effectively I think a good blast of those feelings is essential. If only in an attempt to ensure that you are taken seriously.

I now see it as a decision regarding what you are prepared to accept and that which you are not. These are generally easy decisions to make.

So there.

And death to all those with my blood on their hands.

So much for the expectations we have of ourselves and of others.