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so far. go on.
and I'm not sure if this is a good, or bad thing.
Not sure if it was the day that I 'felt' the best, but certainly the most important. I had stopped dreaming, and started achieving, and actually became a playwright. For the first time, I was involved theatrically not in speaking and creating meaning in someone else's words, but watching other people bring my own to life. It was a small, understated affair, a low key preview shared intimately with people I truly love. A truly overwhelming moment, even though it was just a cultural blip on a broad map.
You haven't seen the play! :P
'So disgusting it made me want to be sick' said one critic...
I don't really care about that, mind;
'n many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face is that, in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. ...
Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere...'
who knows the way to go but has no means to get there. Effectively they're back seat drivers, nagging you when and where to turn.
I should know, I am one :)
I was staying at the Chelsea Hotel in New York, met Dee Dee Ramone in the lobby. Then I went to a record shop and got let into their upstairs store room. It was being converted into offices and the records shipped out to another shop in Philadelphia. A room full of 45s and LPs at a dollar each! The stuff I came out with - unbelievable! - Link Wray, The Seeds, Dick Dale, Electric Prunes, Shadows of Knight, and other garage/rock'n'roll records, loads of Stax and Volt soul 45s, obscure blues and R&B, etc. I spent about $400. All good stuff! Then in a diner on Avenue B, I met Iggy Pop! In the evening I went to the Squeezebox, a gay punk rock club. Jayne County was DJing. I pulled one of the go-go boys. Which was quite easy being an Englishman staying at the Chelsea Hotel. Maybe not the best. That may be one of those all weekend parties here in London that I now feel a bit too old for. But definitely a good day...
but I remember being really happy that Christmas I got a Furby
june or july or something
make us jealous
Much of my time is devoted to earning money in a dull office. But the fact that I'd haver to put a whole lot of thought into even contemplating putting together an extensive shortlist of days fills me with joy
The one I'm thinking of ends.
'I'd never been so sick in my life, but it was all worth it. We stumbled homewards singing songs of victory'
had you confused with someone else
My engagement party last year was pretty amazing. And my sister's wedding day. And my birthday in 2004.
29/06/08 - radiohead at old trafford
06/11/08 - my first trip, it's safe to say it was completely mindblowing.
13th-14th December - Kulu Castle
Insane weekend at Featherstone Castle in Northumberland - crazy two-day rave in this proper amazing castle. About 50 really lovely people, the most trippy and freaky experience of my entire life. Great music, great vibe, and the biggest head-blag of my entire life.
check out some freaky photos
<3 New York hostels
At a squat pub gig in Dalston. Got to drive an anarchy black ambulance (badly). Got driven to squat party in Stamford Hill in back of said ambulance. Kissed Mrs Knees briefly ibn ambulance, our mutual mate (who we had met through that night) then kissed us both cos he was jealous of us both (I think he'd had second thoughts about introducing us) We then walked back to clissold estate, picked up a lot of black netting from a skip (to finish off my bedroom decor) i called Mrs Knees over to my stairwell to say goodnight, we kissed, and let the masses of black netting drop around us as we forgot the rest of the world, and then the rest of the night was ours.
Just like heaven
Leeds festival 2006. Just finished college, first festival, surrounded by mates. Partying till the early hours before getting up at dawn to do it all over again. Saw Muse live, wrote to NME about it. It was published in the next issue :)
Getting three A's at college. After 6 years of academic mediocrity (getting mainly B's and C's) it felt amazing to finally achieve something which hardly anyone in my college did.
Rock Werchter 2008. Radiohead live, nearly had me in tears.
Travelling around Greece for 2-3 weeks in 2007 was amazing. We went to Olympia just after the fires. Pretty scary when you saw the town centre was untouched but just 100 yards down the road there were blackened trees and burnt out buildings, which included the hostel we planned to stay at.
I also got to see this at Cape Souinion (that's me in the pic) http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=32841088&l=60890&id=204504200
Also, weekend just gone was pretty immense. Spent with a girl I've known for ages. One of those times where you don't stop smiling. :)
producing and editing the first edition of the bath university newspaper's ents section last year. Fucking awesome to see my work in print. Hopefully the whole paper will be mine next year.
Probably the weekend in Dublin last year for my mate's stag do. Incredible scenes.