Tuesday, June 5, 2007

What's Occurring in These Parts

Well the gigs last Friday and Saturday were both spiffingly excellent. Friday's Mimosa outing was the highlight. We played as if our lives depended on it, we grooved like the bunch of groovy mothers we can be and the whole club was dancing to our tunes and screaming for more.

It was the most exciting gig I've played so far, I've started a separate post on it, I may just finish that and put it up sometime. The gig was recorded and I'm excited about getting the recording, which should be sometime this week. If anyone wants a copy let me know and I'll figure out a way of getting it to you. Of course you may have to sleep with me though.

The covers band gig, my first one with them, was also good. I played well, the band played well and all was received with enthusiasm and vigour. It feels a bit flat in comparison to Friday night, on reflection it's because it's relatively easy to go out and play "I Predict a Riot" and the like to some pissed up 40 somethings and to get a good reaction. Still enjoyable, still a buzz, just not as satisfying as playing originals and getting the same reaction. Big fish, small pond, large mushy peas, you know the metaphors.

The refurbishment at work is progressing nicely. I'm not happy with the carpet though. This is a bit of a bummer as I chose it. Fuck!

In a weak moment about a month ago I started smoking again, almost three years since I stopped. When I stopped previously I had done it by going on one of those Allen Carr clinics. I can't recommend them highly enough. Even when I started again I never felt as if I had failed, just that I had succeeded for a good few years and that I wanted to stop again. So I did. I smoked myself silly for a number of weeks, booked myself back on an Allen Carr clinic, went along, sat there for five hours and stopped. It cost me about £200, money that I would have spent on cigarettes in a matter of months. Bargain. The best thing about it is that I left the clinic and got on with life, no pangs, no being on the verge of a nervous breakdown, no feeling as if I'm missing out on anything.

I've added a new link in the list of blogs I read. Check it out. It's called Outstation Life. It's about Outstation Life. She's a friend of Jules. She's interesting.

And that's about all I can reveal to you now.

Oh yes, I'm trying to learn to cook. It's slow and steady, quite hard to do too.

And I got my Muse tickets the other day. Weekend after next will see me and the girls in the new Wembley stadium rocking along to Bliss and Starlight.

Excited about life.



confab said...

ur going to see muse? i think that calls for a boycott of ur blog!

Anonymous said...

Ah ha I want a copy...so when can I sleep with you?? ...

Maybe at that time I can teach you how to wear your sarong ....

Yours truly

Indyana said...

I hope you enjoy the cooking bit...but the smoking, I don't think you should be doing that...I know I'm poking my big nose into things I shouldn't...

Rhythmic Diaspora said...

confab - oh yes I am, and I'm very, very excited at the thought!

Anonymous - A copy is on its way to you, I look forward to the sarong wearing lesson.

Indyana - I agree, which is why i stopped!

Anonymous said...

dear sarongtroubleshooter

i did sleep with him.. and well he was "not bad" perhaps just keep to the sarong lesson.