Tuesday.
Now there's an inventive diary entry title for ya. Well, thats about all I'm capable of before ten o'clock in the morning. Early night beckons for me! ALTHOUGH sleeping hasn't been so easy lately. Not only am I not able to breath properly through my nose - that crap long week of anti biotics was a waste of time :-( , but, I am having a serious amount of intense dreams at the mo. Yesterday I went back to bed for a heavy sleep which resulted in me pacing up and down Parkway looking for my favourite childhood haunt, The Dublin Castle, which no longer existed. I kept searching and it just wasn't there! I was getting more and more upset and I started to cry uncontrollably, whilst a big group of horrible sharp faced junkie chavs kept laughing in my face saying they had closed it down for good!
(Don't worry - I checked with them and it has no intention of going anywhere....phew..) Ahhhh I was glad to wake up from that mess. Got such a soft spot for the DC I have.
Last night I had an equally stressful dream about Amy Winehouse. The poor munchkin, bless her lickle lost beehive. One creative casualty wandering the streets of the entertainment world in every direction but straight. Many sweet wishes heading her way from the Kiria camp....XXXX
It has been an altogether stressful week for me and my own sometimes heavy relationship with Music. Making it, finishing it, working toward promoting it, getting it ready for other people to listen to, band stresses, money worries - contracts, legal crap, websites, egos - all that terribly boring stuff. I did intend to come on and have a rant about the music world and it's failings and do a poor me, but, one favourite record on the stack later and I'm all happy and bouncing about the house again ready for more. That's the great bit, not losing track of the greatest bit at the core of all the heavy stuff you get yourself into, remembering why you're actually in the muddle you're in. I only have to listen to music and I remember why I get all stressed about it in the first place. You only ever get stressed about things you are passionate about. And nothing wicked comes easy. AND, if I wasn't working on music I'd probably be working in an office or a shop or summit equally mundane, so I got no worries after all. Iv'e got my GGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEEETTTTAAAR and I'm a happy bunny. Not just any old bunny either, a Duracell one....
Party time is looming. Hope you are all up for it. Acts are confirming by the day but we have had one let down on the late night slot DJ front - I only had one choice, so if anybody knows an alternative goodie then drop us a line please! Soooooooooooon lovers XXXX
