February 2012
3 posts
I feel disconnected from you today and it’s horrible.
So, the Rumour Cubes album launch went better than any of us could have hoped. Whilst it looked early on like it might go titsup everything came together brilliantly.
Both the supports were great and Rumour Cubes were sensational. I mean not ‘good because I know them’ or even ‘good for a band playing in a pub’ but actually, truly, mind blowingly good.
I can’t put...
January 2012
5 posts
God, I don’t want to fight, I don’t want to argue, I don’t want to hurt you or for you to be unhappy. I just want you to talk to me.
fionchadd:
Every Monday it gets harder to go back into work. Every new pr client we take on, every band who wants to work with us, every gig we organise all makes it clearer to me that this is something we really are good at - not just something we think we can do but something other people genuinely want us to do for them. Which is amazing and utterly brilliant in every way. But I don’t know...
Urgently needed....
About £100,000 so that we can give up the day jobs before one of us kills someone.
Shear brilliance
It’s not secret that I like music, in fact I love it. I love the way it can make you feel, the way it can inspire. Sometimes, just sometimes, an album or a piece of music comes along that speaks to my soul in a profound way, that just chimes with where you are, when you are and what you are doing.
The new album from Shearwater is exactly that. Here, at the beginning of 2012, is a work of...
Dream Donors: The Last Post: A 1000-word status... →
dangoodswen:
(via: wordsbydan)
This is the last post. The final update. The end. We didn’t fail without trying, but we failed just the same.
The revolution was not televised. The revolution was broadcast, and the revolution failed. We failed. It was shown on every screen, in…
December 2011
1 post
It’s not about being ‘hidden to make things easier’ it’s about not depriving someone else of their one, occasional opportunity to do something they love with people they like when we have many, many opportunities to do these things.
October 2011
5 posts
Today has driven me to the very borders of a homicidal episode.
Yesterday was a weird day. We had such a mixture of news, some very exciting, some very annoying, it really caused my head to short circuit. I was already on the edge of a crash when we got the first good news, and then when we got a load of bad it tipped me over, then in the evening came more exciting stuff. The net result of this is that I think it just postponed the crash until today.
I feel...
It’s a dilemma, On the one hand I’m totally amazed & hugely proud of what Hannah is doing for #OccupyLSX and completely understand her need to be down there there’s a selfish part of me that wants her warm & safe with me and focussed on our stuff.
Dream Donors: Steve Jobs is dead. It’s my cousin’s... →
fionchadd:
Steve Jobs is dead. It’s my cousin’s wedding. When his older brother got married, Michael Jackson died. I may have to stop any more of my family getting married ever.
In all seriousness, though, this news has knocked me for six slightly. Or at least, my strength of feeling following the news has.
I was going to write some words on Steve Jobs but this says it all really.
Balls, it seems we’re back around to the time of year when I get pretty much permanently I’ll. I hate my fucking body sometimes.
September 2011
9 posts
Peter Sykes, guitarist with This Many Boyfriends,... →
fionchadd:
Utterly shocking, utterly tragic. I don’t really have any other words than that right now.
Horrible.
On the one hand,we pulled off a minor miracle just to make tonight happen at all but it’s really hard not to feel disappointed when you put so much work in to a gig & only 12 people actually make the effort to support the cause.
It’s the bands I feel for more than anything. All of them were great & far to good to be playing to an empty room.
Oh well. Onwards & upwards.
It's okay, I'll be your strength. I know you'll...
We fucking rock.
I have to stop this, this everyday grind of shuttling back & forth to a place that I hate to do a job that I have no interest in. It is destroying my soul, my mind and my spirit but I’m trapped by the fact that it frankly pays me a ridiculous amount of money for what I do. How do I break out of that cycle? How do I have the courage & the resource to take that leap and switch to doing...
I never ceases to amaze me how perfectly we work together. Whenever one of us is having a crisis moment the other is always on hand to step in, move things forward & restore confidence.
We work as a team so well, operating like two halves of the same entity, sharing thoughts & anticipating the other’s actions.
I never knew it could be like this, so in tune & meshed.
Together...
Dream Donors: An open letter to small bands... →
fionchadd:
You can either get all your mates in free, or you can get paid. Those things are mutually exclusive, I’m afraid. Do you think we’re making money out of this? There’s no venue hire, a friend of ours does the sound in exchange for whatever we can give her, which really isn’t very much, and the rest…
So today I see my brother for the last time in what could be a very long time as he emigrates to New Zealand tomorrow.
I’m a bit confused as to how I should feel about this. I expected to be more upset, and maybe I will be when I actually see him, but right now I feel a bit numb about it. I probably only see him 2 or 3 times a year anyway these days and we have never been hugely close, but...
And so today the darkness came.
I have suffered with depression for more than 20 years now but over the last 10-15 years it has not been as severe as it was when I was a teenager. Those were truly the dark times; borderline suicidal, unable to form relationships with my peers, listless, hostile etc and so on, all the classic symptoms.
As I’ve progressed in to adulthood it’s become more manageable, less utterly...
July 2011
1 post
June 2011
2 posts
Dear Anonymous
Do not start a fight, there will only be one loser and it’ll be the person you claim to be trying to protect.
Two churches located across the street from each...
tithenai:
wizasaur:
-prettyprettyplease:
ultraball:
paranoidrobot:
…Do the Presbyterians think Rocks are animals?
ALL ROCKS GO TO HEAVEN
CONVERTING TO CATHOLICISM DOES NOT MAGICALLY GRANT YOUR DOG A SOUL.
WOW. EPIC CATHOLIC WIN.
I LOVE THIS.
May 2011
7 posts
The more productive a weekend we have advancing our various music related projects the harder I find it to come back to an office job each week.
Sense of security, Like pockets jingling...
I had an interesting discussion on Twitter last night with a person who is a real life friend but I don’t get to see very often. It started out with her posting tweets about how a friend of hers appeared to be going through a ‘midlife crisis’. At first, util she posted something about the children involved, I thought she might have been talking about me. After some discussion it...
World domination has a name. Audiium. Watch this space.
Absolute genius.... →
Moving on
Tomorrow I move in to my new flat. I am both excited and sad about this. Excited because it marks the start of a new era in my life and means I will be back in proper London, I have loved where I have been living but the prospect of being back where the action is is really good.
On the flip side though, every new start implies an ending and this ending has been particularly sad. I know, in...
So, the last person that I really talk to at work has handed in their notice. This makes me sad. When I arrived here two years ago there was a really good bunch of people & at least four people that I could really relate to but one by one they have dropped away, moved on & gone. Now, of that original group of twelve there are just two of us left. In two years? This place is crazy.
April 2011
12 posts
When we work together, when our minds are in harmony, it is like nothing else I have ever known.
I almost can’t bear to see you because leaving you is so hard.
There is light at the end of the tunnel. It better not be a fucking train.
I love the way we’ve used Tumblr to leave each other these notes. Subtly at first, more directly of late.
I’ve just read back the last couple of weeks posts, it’s incredibly powerful. If I was an objective observer I’d find it fascinating & moving.
Last night felt like the first night we’d been apart in weeks, it’s only been three days. Crazy.
I wish you come come to the gig tonight. This is me in my element, this is what I do & these are the nights that make me feel most alive. I want to share that with you.
We have all the time in the world for this, but goddamn I want it now!
So, I’m sat in a house with my soon to be ex-wife, my sister-in-law and her baby. This is awkward & not fun.
The person I would desperately prefer to be with is getting stoned with friends & having a great time.
Sometimes, life’s a bitch.
People like us
A simple phrase, three short words which to most people don’t mean much but in the right context at the right time just might be the most important three words anyone has ever said to me.
To no longer be ‘people like me’ or, worse, ‘people like you’ but to be ‘people like us’ is a profound change in outlook, it signifies a level of understanding, of...
March 2011
37 posts
show me show me show me how you do that trick the one that makes me scream she said the one that makes me laugh she said and threw her arms around my neck show me how you do it and i promise you i promise that i’ll run away with you i’ll run away with you
Those that shine brightest....
It’s like a super nova to a candle, this to anything that has gone before. It’s amazing, wonderful and beautiful but that scares me because I don’t know whether this intensity can be sustained without burning us both out?
If the intensity fades will we be left with enough to carry on or will it feel like too much of an anti-climax compared to what we’ve had these last few...
Did last night really happen? It seems it was too right, too perfect for it to have been real.
Together, we will change the world.
I think we’re getting through this. It’s hard, sometimes unbearably so, but I think we’re going to make it.