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Entry # 4 - 24th September 08:
Oh my fucking shit christ.
What the fuck have I been, and where the fuck have I done...and other confusing sentences.There is way way too much to write in one go, so I will do it a bit at a time :
Part i Arrival.
So I left England some 4 months ago, I packed up my shit, put an xbox and a projector in my hand luggage, shoved some T-shirts in a suitcase and took to the skies.
So I get out of the plane and go through customs, wheeling my heavy projector around hoping the bulb wont blow, making carrying the thing 6000 miles a bit pointless....then as instructed by my future employer I buy a new sim card for my phone allowing it to work. My cheap ass sainsburys phone doesn't like it...so I leave the airport feeling a little terrified and phoneless....First thing that hit me when I walked out was how fucking hot it was, I thought "wow this must be where the air con kicks out all the hot air"...wrong, it was just that hot, it felt like a terrarium, I don't know if thats the right word, but yeah, one of of those places you keep snakes. I got in a taxi, and told him the address of the place I had to go and stay, he didnt know where it was, when we got close he just told me "it's somewhere around here" so I get out, with all my bags and no phone, and no idea where I am. I walk around and find the place...find my apartment block, and try the door...its locked, and there's no doorbell...FUCK. So I realise the place probably has a reception....I eventually find it, notice it too has no doorbell...I am a little worried at this point, and am beginning to prepare myself for a night sleeping in the street. Eventually after twenty minutes some guy walks past and I ask him if he knows how to get in to the reception office, he says have you tried the door handle...then reaches over and opens the door...I thank him, and then feel like the # 1 dick that I am. I eventually get my key and get in to the apartment I am fucking melting from the heat and the apartment isn't any cooler. I look around for the air con remote, there is one for the lounge, one in the kitchen...but there isn't one in my room. Frustrated I give up and go to sleep in the roasting heat. The next day I learn that all the AC remotes operate all the AC units - SSSSSteeeike two.
At least when I connected up my xbox I found out I could steal the Internet from "the chong family" - that was their server name.
One thing I may never get used to, is that here, I open the window to "let the heat in", however now when I stand outside I think to myself, was it just a very hot day when I arrived or am I just used to this now...amazingly I think I have somehow got used to standing around in what others might think is unbearable heat, hot stage lights might even feel normal after this!
Entry # 3 - 18th April 08:
So we had our final gig, it was fucking awesome, there were lots of people doing feast covers and tribute songs, which made me feel like the motherfucking shit, It ended in spactacular form with 4 drummers (andy Nazer, Andy Crisp, Gareth, and James II) all playing at the same time - mother fucking yes.
It all got recorded to multitrack, so I'll be mixing it soon and posting the highlights on this here web-shite.
Thanks to everyone whop came and made it a great night, and thanks to the venue who let us drink till 2AM!
Today I get on the plane, Captain Pickford is here as I type, packing up things to be sailed across the sea, along with gams consoles the other important weapons of war making the trip are my sound city amp, my reverse flying V, some recording equipment and my Audition guitar - look out, rock is coming....I just hope theres someone there who wants to help me with delivery!
I don't know when the next update will be, I need to buy a laptop, and get ity on the intertron first.
Entry # 2 - 09th April 08:
Moving to another country is pretty fucking weird, it's like knowing you are going to die, I feel the need to say farewell or fuck you to all the places I have been and all the people I know.
I have been sorting through my CD's. firstly filling away my record collection, this took a lot longer than you'd expect, the thing is I only do it about once a year because it takes so fucking long. leaving my record collection behind while I am on the other side of the world, could be compared to leaving my child behind - if I had one...which I probably do, seeing as I hear that if you play good enough guitar solos that its possible to get women in the audience pregnant from them.
School - well it may shock you as much as it shocks me, but in order to obtain my Visa, I need my exam ceryificates, Why is that shocking? well in my case it's because I only ever got GCSE's and based on the D I got in music I dropped out to become a shit-super-rock-shit-legend. After myresults turned up, I exclaimed that "I don't need those where I am going...." which I asumed was probably the gutter, so I left the certificates at the school and never picked them up. So I have applied to all the exam bodies for these letter things that they send out that prove what exams you had (they have awesome 80's holograms on them, so you could never forge them)...
Of the three I applied to two have got back to me, but I still desperately need the final one to turn up (because the others are fairly useless), lets hope it does or I'll be going with something like this:
Entry # 1 - 27th March 08:
So, it's true, I am making one of the biggest moves of my life (similarly big moves have included jumping off drum kits and playing really hard guitar solos behind my head).
As you probably know by now, I like videogames quite a bit, in fact in the year 2000 someone was stupid enough to give me a job making them, this so called "career" has seen me spending my weeks in Coventry, London and Oxford, I always still lived in Bournemouth (the home of rock), and drove up and down the country each week. Oddly this pass time has now resulted in me being given the option to spend my time making videogames in Singapore for a company owned by a famous man called George. I have decided this is probably a good thing, so have opted to go for it.
After several hours of considering my options, I decided that a weekly commute probably wasn't going to work out, so I am putting my reverse flying V in a shipping crate and heading off over the deep and terrifying ocean.
Here's a map for those of you with geography skills matching mine -
