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Aug 18, 2005 12:05 pm
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I am going to apply for a job.
Another one.
Because the job in Canada may not start until
February.
This one.
Is in America.
Starts October the 9th.
I know I said I wouldn't write another blog.
But.
If any body reads this.
Say a prayer I get that job.
Been home 3 days.
Played guitar 30 minutes.
Wrote not a single word.
Or took one photo.
Or picked up my paintbrush.
Instead, I've worked 22 hours in a steel mill.
Ran around solving other people's problems.
Never slept a wink last night.
Too busy thinking.
How to get out of the mess.
I've gotten myself into.
Spent 6 hours talking to someone.
Who I just.
Have got to meet.
Somehow.
Whichever deity you believe in.
I don't care.
Say a prayer.
I get that job.
Sent music to companies.
Say a prayer they like it.
I've got to get out of here.
It's the last chance saloon.
And they are not even playing my song.
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Aug 16, 2005 7:07 am
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I've been thinking all day.
I wish to God.
I never put that guitar down.
And came home.
I wrote a song in these pages.
Which is now playing in bars in Icmeler.
Somehow, I don't think,
I'll ever get this right.
Once, S/M seemed so easy.
Now it feels like it's hard.
As if, the only people who are feeling pain are
the ones who should be feeling pleasure.
That can't be right.
Can it?
F.ck
F.ck
F.ck
I can't even express myself anymore.
If I don't get out of this town I'll go mad.
If I haven't gone mad already.
For Christs sake stop whining and get on with it.
I suppose I'll have to.
Goodbye this is my last blog.
Too much to do.
Too much to see.
To waste on introspection.
If anybody sees me writing another blog just
tell me to f.ck off.
I've had enough.
Thank you
And good night.
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Back 2 hours
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Aug 16, 2005 1:03 am
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Been back 2 hours.
It's all going wrong already.
Welcome home.
Sometimes,
A man needs a big love,
Just to pull him through,
Sometimes,
A man needs a big love,
Nothing else will do,
Sometimes,
A man needs a small word,
Just to make him smile,
Sometimes,
A man needs a small word,
To carry him all the while,
Sometimes,
A man needs to feel things,
To see the way things are,
Sometimes,
A man needs to feel things,
After travelling so wide and so far.
Sometimes,
A man needs to hear things,
Because nothing else will do,
Sometimes,
A man needs to hear things,
whispered words only from you,
Sometimes,
A man needs a big love,
Just to pull him through.
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Aug 15, 2005 10:49 pm
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I'm back.
I have just spent two weeks having the time of my life.
Within two hours somebody stuck a guitar in my hand.
Not just any guitar, a 30 year old Martin Dreadnought!
I played every night at a place called the Sad Bastards Club.
Where everyone of us was happy.
I'm tired.
Going to go to bed.
See you later
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True Brit
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Aug 1, 2005 2:38 am
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See the amp in this photo.
It's awesome.
Tough.
Loud.
Engineered.
I look at it.
And feel proud to be British.
Not a flag waving patriotism.
But something else.
Entirely.
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nailed
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Aug 1, 2005 2:34 am
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Nailed it second take.
Nailed it.
Third take.
Nailed it.
first take.
nailed it.
third take.
This is the sound engineer listening to it.
While I'm feeling pretty good with myself.
I'm going away now for a while.
I'll miss you all.
But above all, I'll miss a certain person.
Who made it all,
possible.
Wiedersehen.
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nervous anticipation
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Jul 31, 2005 7:07 am
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I'm waiting.
Waiting to go and record some stuff.
Nervous,
I always am when I'm going to record stuff.
It's so clinical,
cold almost,
and I find it difficult, to feel free when concentrating so hard on the technical side of playing. It doesn't matter when you play live.
Nobody notices except me.
But if I record something, and I go home and listen to it and there's a mistake it drives me crazy.
All I can hear is the mistake.
A bit like life really.
My family have lived in this small part of the world for over a thousand years, (true).
I was thinking of this fact a couple of hours ago and how amazing it is. I wonder how many other people on this planet know that their ancestors haved lived in the same place as they do for over a millenia.
My family also owned all the land from the Tyne to the Tees. I suppose it must have been over 800 square miles of this small island.
We lost it when we joined a rebellion against Henry viii. We then took to the roads, as Henry sent an army here and killed and slaughtered over 250000 men women and children.
This isn't fantasy it's all true, I found out as a very young man and saw my family name mentioned in an old history book. There are members of my family to this very day still on the roads, English gypsies, there are such people. Sometimes people insult me by calling me a "F.ckin' gyppo that's all you are". But every time it happens I feel really proud, because I know where I come from and they don't.
But I wish I knew where my destination lies.
There is a person on this site who everytime I hear her sing my heart breaks.
Everytime I talk to her, my heart's breaking it's as if she's opening me up and it's frightening.
Last night the taxi driver told me he was leaving today for a holiday in Las Vegas.
I asked him how much it had cost and couldn't believe it when he said 640 pounds.
I wish to God I was sat on the plane next to him,
and not sitting here, nervous, waiting to record.
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Friday Night
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Jul 31, 2005 3:47 am
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I went out last night.
My partner wouldn't come with me.
Was in Taxi.
Thought about "her".
Talked to friends about music.
Thought about "her".
And how good it once was.
Thought about "her".
"Are you playing soon "J".
Thought about "her".
"Haven't heard you play in ages".
Thought about "her".
"Love your stuff, love your stuff".
Thought about "her".
Met sound engineer,
Thought about "her".
Talked about Frank And Ava.
Thought about "her".
Saw him slowly killing himself over a lost love.
Thought about "her".
Went home.
In taxi.
Thought about "her"
Lay in bed.
Couldn't sleep.
Thought about "her".
Christ.
I've got it bad.
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help required
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Jul 30, 2005 5:44 am
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I'm going away for two weeks, but there's a problem.
My beloved football team are playing the magnificient Bodski's Liverpool on the first day of the season.
I'm going to watch it on T.V., on holiday, and I'll be very drunk.
I've given my ticket to a friend who needs a bit of fun.
But here's the rub,
anybody who reads this can you please say a prayer for my team because I think we are going to need it!
The last time I watched my team get beat while I was on holiday I nearly ended up in jail!
I don't want that to happen again lol.
Football bloody football no wonder they tried to ban it for 600 years.
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Post Coitus
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Jul 30, 2005 5:15 am
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Calm,
Relaxed,
The seagulls outside my window,
Are crying out,
And so was I,
1 hour ago,
In this world of illusions,
In which we live,
There seems to be,
Only one reality,
That of ourselves,
And what lies within,
And when you find,
Someone,
Who can share it,
Illusions fall away,
Even if it's,
Just for a moment,
When two become one,
And in that joining,
The reality of life,
Is revealed.
I'm listening to an old song;
"In Delaware when I was younger,
I used to row upon a lake,
In Delaware when I was younger,
I was Keats, I was Blake."
Loudon Wainwright.
I watched him sing it a few weeks ago in the presence of a beautiful woman.
I could hear the sobbing of a woman,s voice behind me.
She wasn't alone, even if it was only in the joining.
I looked around the audience, and they were all in a revery of memories and emotions.
You could hear a pin drop.
Every one of us felt the same, 1500 people all feeling the same, the passing of time, and broken dreams, changing the meaning of the song,
from one of hope, to one of realisation, that things don't always work out as you imagined they would.
I felt like that once,
"I was Keats, I was Blake",
There was a time in my life when lyrics rolled off my tongue as easy as breathing.
They might not have been good.
But they were mine, and mine alone.
I feel like that again.
Calm,
Relaxed,
The seagulls,
Outside my window,
Are crying out,
And so was I,
One hour ago..................
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