So I'm a freak of nature.
I've decided, at least.
it's 1:45am and I'm still up.
And it's raining.
I like rain. Not the pissy types that lasts weeks. More of the 'wham-bam-lightening-bolt-up-yo-ass' type of storms. You know, horror movie storms. They fucking rock!
Just thought I'd throw it out there.
I'm currently watching season 3 of Bones.
Yes, I'm that much of a geek.
Here's a little experiment.
what happens when you combine the following factors?
Ephedrine
Insomnia
Work deadline
vodka
redbull
friends
bank holiday
and
erm...red wine
A lot of shit and you can't remember why.
I had been up since Friday.
Literally.
No sleep.
I'm working on a really tight deadline and have yet to pull a miracle from my ass.
My mates invited over to a little house party type thing yesterday. I brought my computer along as I have sooooo much work to do.
When I got here, one was already drunk. The other drunk on lurve (love).
I set everything up, poured myself a vodka and rb and got to work, while talking shit and generally hanging out.
I fell asleep at my computer. At least that's where I think I fell asleep.
I woke up in a bed and had no idea why/how I got there, why my mate was pissed at the world in general and feel as though I should be apologising for something.
All I know for sure is that I had a really bad fuckng nightmare. One of those surround sound, technicolour, goes on forever and I just might die kind of nightmares. Every part of me hurts and I can't explain it.
Was it athe lack of sleep? Exhaustion? Stress? Alcohol?
I can't be sure.
I'm not sure of anything at the moment.
All I know is that I'm shaking.
And I'm not even cold.
I've never been one for the easy life. Not that I know of. I get bored, very quickly.
But the past few weeks have been just a bit too much excitement for me. I can feel it in my bones. I'm tired. Very very tired. Like, badly in need of a beach and cocktail kind of tired.
Alas, my calendar will not be open until at least 2025.
I've been kept really busy with one website that I review for here in the UK. Its a spur of the moment kind of reviewing. For example:
Last Tuesday, I had work all day, then zipped off to an exclusive launch party where I met many lovely people. One of them being Ms Spain. She doles out the tickets of gold to me. She mentioned having tickets for a Vampire Weekend show that night.
My face lit up - oh yes please!
i got the tickets, hauled ass over to Electric Ballroom and watched the riveting gig.
But I was alone. My plus one meaning absolutely nothing as all my mates have set routines and couldn't break it for an impulsive break to a show.
At least there was free beer.
The week before, I had gone to The Wombats at the Brixton Academy, Give It A Name Fest 08 at Earls Court, Melody Gardot at Bush Hall, and Flykiller at 229. And then there's the singles to review too.
Yep, its a full time thing.
But my week didn't end there.
I got an email from a very pissed friend who called me "a self absorbed loose cannon".
Now, I can take being called a loose cannon. Its not the first time. But self absorbed? Ok, maybe. Sure. A little.
So I took the line and started my own brand - Loose Cannon UK.
While I'm doing the branding for that, there's that little niggly thing called Strung Out that needs planning (well, its all planned, only the posters need to go up). There's negotiations for other gigs going on. Lots of networking. Lots of madness.
And then there's this 56 day tour of Europe I'm in the middle of putting together. I have 10 days to confirm it all.
And the cherry on my preverbial pie - I've discovered that my little sister is depressed. Badly depressed.
The only problem, is people in South Africa view depression as a self indulgent excuse to laziness. My father, unfortunately is one of those people.
My little sister has every reason to have depression. She's been through so much in her 17 years, I'm not surprised. My dad believes that therapy is a 'wham, bam, you're cured' kind of deal. He has no idea.
And this more than anything bothers me. Stresses me out! I wish I was back home just so that I can help her. My mom tries, my other sister just gets frustrated. I feel helpless. And it's the last thing I need right now. I'm already feeling the pull of the drain.
Oh, yeah, and I work in a full time job that mentally and emotionally drains me of my sanity.
Meds. Now. Please??
The weather has been awesome for the past two weeks.
So shiny and bright and hot that all you want to do is break out yoru reggae collection and chill out in the park with a six-pack.
I spent yesterday doing exactly that, except without the reggae music -it played in my head though.
I have a feeling that this is going to be an awesome summer. I'm gettin optimistic right here and now. Wonder how long I'll be able to keep it up for?
Today was a perfect day. Like Lou Reed perfect.
the sun shone wihout a cloud in the sky and a pleasant breeze throughout.
And I spent it in the park with a few good mates of mine. I dare you to compete with that! A few Heinekens, strawberries and custard later and the perfect day was done. Now back to the evils of reality!
Work, work, and did I mention work?????
I know my updating has been sparse lately, but I have a very good reason.
I'm fucking busy.
I've decided to grab the proverbial career bull by teh horns and wrestle my career out of it by myself.
Sure there isn't the comfort of steady pay, cushy chairs, free weekends and free coffee.
But at the same time I don't have to listen to colleagues bitch about thier stupid offspring, I work with people who actually know who Offspring is, no staff meetings, no performance reviews and no corporate wear.
Sure I'll still be serving pints as the back up income, but I'm not going to wait around for someone to hand me my dream job. I'm tenatious that way.
Now, between reviewing gigs for Seatwave.com and cross posting them on WickedRock, I'm also trawling MySpace for venues to book my two month tour of Europe with two amazing bands.
I'm not going to lie - its fucking intimidating. But, dude, I'm from Jo'burg. It takes more than a continent filled with morons to intimidate me.
Now if you need me I'll be over here reading smut on LJ working hard at finding bookings.
