Today I...Made Music

So, here I am - one and a half years beyond the dissipations of my old band, From The Get Go - testing the saddle again.  This metaphor is referring to, once again, attempting to get back on the horse and start creating music again. 

Last night I met up with a few musicians in a studio to teach them one of my newer songs in order to prepare for a recording in the near future.  To be truthful, it felt strange working with different musicians due to the fact that I have never really worked with any other musicians than the ones in my previous band; two members of which I had been writing music with for the best part of a decade.  To try and connect with other musicians feel like a challenge, especially as they are not use to my style/genre as well as the language barrier.  It is a tall order; a challenge accepted.

I have come to realise that creativity is a virtue I have been blessed with. Even if it is not truly a virtue that will be appreciated by the masses (or by anyone for that matter) but it is a virtue that is mine to share.  So, I will record my songs and post them online for everyone to hear if they do so wish.

The first song will be called 'Distant Light'.  I hope it will be to your taste, and that I will get it on here soon.


Also, check out my good friend's revival project of his clothing brand Stand Tall HERE.

Today I... Try to Find My Space

On occasion I can get overwhelmed by waves of nostalgia, of which can only be satisfied by reliving past experiences.  Today is one of these occasions.  Purely, as an act of impulse, I ventured back through the corridors of my mind - down the aisle of memory - venturing far beyond countless, darkened doors.  The light inside these doors a dwindling flicker; thoughts without form.  Today I travelled back to a moment of my youth, after a visit from 'The Ghost of Online Past'.

Today I logged onto MySpace again.

Oh, my dear old friend, how you have changed!  Suave, sophisticated and smooth, the website's make-over seems to be a resurrection, like the Christopher Lee of Social Networking - saved by a change of direction.

Now, the website resembles an android phone, saturated with gadgets, gimmicks and gizmos.  Aesthetically pleasing and interesting.  I guess I am drawn to it, as it stands as a form a social isolation.  Nobody I know even considers using this site anymore.  That's why it intrigues me.  A bit like revisiting a childhood hangout, blowing dust off old clubhouse rules and unearthing forgotten treasures from your past.  I am reading over message from when I was almost a decade ago.  Amongst an abundance of spam, I find correspondence with old best friends, girlfriends, ghosts from my past that shape my present, and I sit in amazement at what used to be important to me.  It's like an e-scrapbook.

Nostalgia is a beautiful sentiment that should be cherished once in a while.

Update

I am getting back into the whole writing gambit again.  The whole routine of sitting before a keyboarding and thrashing out a few gripes and groans.

Another feature I will continue (mainly for my enjoyment) is the Celeblog.  It is just trash-fiction to keep me creating, really.  Atop of this, I hope people find enjoyment out of their lunacy.

The Internet Ain't All Bad

A while back, I wrote an article about retiring a pair of my favourite underpants, to which somebody commented with the words, 'the world is dying'.  Science indicates that this statement is true, but humanity is married to its ways.  Petty attempts to reduce carbon footprints and to recycle one or two yoghurt pots is a little trivial when we drive to the supermarket to buy the yoghurt in the first place.  Every little doesn't really help...it just slows the process.  There is little point in me chirping on about Global affairs as I am not attuned to the politics involved in them in any way shape or form.

Today, I was sat in front of my laptop in my favourite cafe when John Mayer's 'Slow Dancing in a Burning Room' comes on the sound system. It reminds of a friend - of a better time.  It brought a bit of happiness to my sour morning gurn.  It is more than welcomed.  Sifting through Facebook, my 'catch-up' routine before starting my writing, I come across something posted by a ridiculous facebook page I subscribed to for some reason or another. The majority of things that pop up on my newsfeed are about people's new cars, haircuts, boyfriends, ex-boyfriends, the female equivalent, holiday snaps etc... Generally people living their lives, showcasing joys and sharing woes.

However, today I found something truly enriching. An example of social networking being used to bring something good about.  Of course, under the gleam of beauty in this story these is a cash cow business looking to gain from the publicity, but aside from this and on a personal scale, it is great to see something like this happen to make an individual happy.  It just my morning a little more happy.  With all the crap that saturates the Internet; all of the hideous personalities it spawns and the fakeness...at least someone benefited from it in this case.

So here it is:

http://onestophumour.com/picture-9434-i-read-something-beautiful-today-story-written-by-karrie-s-mom-.html


ALSO, here is an amazing rendition of a great song. I hope you enjoy hearing it as much as I do every time I listen to it.

Real Talk: To Put it in Words

If there is one thing I will never do, it is be someone I am not.  My friends tell me that they can read me like a book because I wear my emotions.  Everybody has a mask; mine is just skin-tight.

I am gregarious when it comes to my writing, which can be annoying.  There is always something kicking around inside my mind - some sort of idea taking form - and it can leave me pre-occupied, at times. 

Dignity does not have a place with me.  To my friends' bemusement, my addictive nature has latched itself onto Christopher Walken.  His unique voice and register intrigues me as I find the way in which he fleshes his characters to be awe-inspiring.  So, I mimic him a lot: watching the game, walking down the street, drinking coffee - my Walken impression gets legs. 

Daftness aside, when it comes to writing I never really stop.  I can often be found on my daily travels, singing to myself, trying to find that next line or vocal melody to a song.  Today, without realising it, I developing one of my characters in more depth by having a conversation with him...aloud.  This entailed me having a conversation with myself using two slightly on a topical issue.  I learnt a lot about him in those five minutes.  Unfortunately, this told a lot about me, too.  I guess it makes long walks home slightly more enjoyable.

Stay tuned for my inevitable acclivity into insanity.