Bad HabitsI'm sorry that my journals are getting cheekily brief. I know that when you see a '1 new journal entry' alert, you expect the content of said journal to be worth the effort it takes to click your fingers and oscillate your eyeballs. In my defense, I've been rather busy, but not much of it is journal-worthy.To clarify regarding the last journal: I was, of course, referring to the music-job, not the shop-dogsbody-job. I'd just got in from the Open Mic night I frequent on Tuesdays, at a rather trendy bar called Ride. I've gotten to know the guys there and they usually put me on near -or at - the end, effectively in the headline timeslot. Considering the quality of many of the acts there, this is a huge compliment. Live gigs are my crack, basically. There's nothing quite like a bar jammed with people singing along with you at the tops of their lungs, screaming for more, and dancing - under my instruction - like nobody's watching. Tomorrow, I'm doing a charity gig at my other place of work, oddly enough. It's a weird juxtaposition of the two halves of my life that haven't really overlapped before, but I'm looking forward to it: It's been years since I've done any charity work, so I'm hoping I raise loads of dosh. I've got a fair few paid gigs booked, too - I'm even playing New Year's Eve (double my usual fee. Woop!), and am hoping to have the energy required to party afterwards. I've managed to keep up the regular gym visits (hooray!), and am no longer aching for days after every session, which is a sign of progress: Still feeling unpleasantly flabby, but it was never going to be a quick fix. I've even got a few song ideas bouncing around, and a friend studying sound tech who's offered to record for me. Exciting stuff. So to sum up: Still breathin', still rockin'. LOVE. I demand you tell me what's new with you. <3 |
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