February 21, 2010

woken up, broken up

denial is such a beautiful world.


© g.camerotti

February 18, 2010

my heart stops -

- then starts again.

my mind is so full I can barely think straight. we're playing tomorrow, an all-day (well, afternoon, but it goes on well past bedtime) event organised in memory of a boy from 'round here who died two years ago in a car accident. his parents and bandmates set up a no-profit organisation to promote music among the local teenagers, with rehearsal spaces, small festivals, sound engineering courses, and so on. we'll be on at 6.30-ish I think, playing just a couple of songs but playing, nevertheless. and its gonna be great. YIS!
last year I spun records with my Your Place Or Mine? mate (and Trabant guitarist, and all-around awesome man) Alain The Lone after the show, and if on a personal level it was great to be a part of it , on a professional level it was a total disaster... before us there was some guy playing Moby-style ambient music and quite predictably when we came on there was almost no one left.
still, it was fun. even if my deck kept looping all the time.

dundundun what else? I'm slowly stripping the black/dark brown out of my hair, last week I went into bleaching #1 and my hair is currently a nice shade of orange. I look a bit like Hayley Williams ,(even more now that she has cut her hair), only older and with herpes. tomorrow it's time for bleaching #2, but I suspect I'll need also bleaching #3. I'm doing it with box dyes, because I'm a pansy and I was scared of damaging my hair with bad mixes of powders & developers, next time I swear I'll buy da real thing, yo.

and on another note, last week I have pulled an inter-chondral muscle or whatever, and it fucking HURTS. can't laugh/cough/sneeze without doubling over from the pain. I'm living off Fastum Gel these days, and it's not funny.

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