I'm gonna suture up my future. I ain't jaded, I just hate it.
It's official. Indisputable, irrefutable. The kids are geniuses. Watching two unknown talents take an axe to conventional ideas of fame and fortune. In an old storage shed in an industrial area of the city. Wattage in the cottage of my mind. I have seen the future of New Zealand music and things are looking up. You can't buy the blood running through their bodies. You can't acquire natural talent and you can't corrupt people doing things for the right reasons. What a way to spend a Saturday afternoon.
The nicest weekend I have had in a long time. Loved the amps cranked up loud. Loved the double-kicks quickening my heart. Loved singing loudly. Loved watching people smile genuinely. Loved it all. We three are the nucleus of something good. We will keep improving and when it comes time to take the stage, we'll be ready to rock your faces off. Music just got a little more soul. For every Ray Old out there, there is a group of young men doing things the right way. There's no formula for music, as Big Bro says. There's no truer measure of success than the way you feel about your own art. Objectivity is paramount, and we will be harsher critics of our songs than anyone. I am having a fucking good time. I'm having fun.
Miss ya, Freckle. The pictures of you outside in the snow are absolutely charming. You are a true beauty.
Last week in this house. Next Friday will be moving day. Looking forward to Big Bro's amps and microphones. Looking forward to the gimp room. Excited to be living life and not merely watching as it meanders by. I'm back on the horse. It took a long damn time, but I can feel it all clicking back into place. My life was a dislocated shoulder. I'm a slow healer, but it matters little. It has led me here. That, you tie-dyed hippies, cannot be understated. In a round-about sort of way, I was on my way here the whole time. I just got lost on some back roads when I should have just stayed on the highway. But you know what they say: beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Better the devil you know than the devil you don't.
What are your favourite memories of the last year you spent at school?
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