First off i’d just like to say that this weed i’m smoking right now is fucking amazing. Kudos to Simon for the heads up.
Moving on, i’m really sorry for the complete lack of posts recently. Hopefully this one should make up for it.
The reason i haven’t been posting recently is because we still don’t have the internet connection sorted in the new flat yet. I never thought 2 weeks without the internet would affect me in the way it has. I miss Cracked.com the most. That was my daily read. I’ll be permanently back online by the beginning of June but until then it’ll have to be random posts whenever and indeed wherever i find the time and space.
I’m writing this post from my parents house (i came to visit my mum tonight). She made me my dinner tonight, her cooking is still unsurpassed. Still the best.
I’m really enjoying staying on my own and finally getting to dip my toes into the dark waters of the big bad world. But i’d be lying if i said that i don’t miss “home” and my old bedroom in particular. It wasn’t the biggest, it wasn’t the nicest but it was mine.
Not much has changed in the two weeks since i’ve moved out. I think my mum and dad are planning on changing the room into some sort of spare room for when little Emily stays over. But until then it remains undisturbed. Everything i chose to leave behind is still there, still stationed exactly where i left it.
The trails of blue tack still grace the walls like confusing dot to dot puzzles. Just pieces of blue lumps attaching themselves to the wallpaper free at last of gig tickets, stolen posters and memories. The carpet bares the scars of many a drunken night, it lies in anticipation, waiting for the only pair of trainers that it’s familiar with to come trodding over it and plant themselves behind the door. The TV unit still occupies the far corner and still slowly and wilfully gathers dust like sand on a beach. The shelves remain committed to the walls, almost frightened to let go, scared to part. The cupboard door still jams slightly if it reaches more than a 60 degree angle and i’m still the only one who knows how to open it properly without tearing the rug from the floor. I take a strange kind of comfort in that fact.
I suppose it’s only a matter of time before this rooms loses it familiarity but right now it still kinda feels like home. A home from home if you like. The history still and always will remain yet somehow i sense it’s ready for a new beginning but at the same time i know it won’t forget the past…and neither will i.
Now it may come across that i miss “home” like hell. That i’m inconsolable about moving out and want to return. In fact that couldn’t be further from the truth. Yes, i miss home, i miss my village but this is a new chapter in my life. One that’s only just begun and has many pages still to turn.
The area that i’ve moved too ( Kelvinside/Maryhill) is a nice place. It has a certain naivety about that i can’t quite put my finger on just yet but i’m sure i will soon. The locals are mainly students and businessmen and women although i have seen a few semi famous footballers strolling around so far.
I’ve kinda fell in love with the Botanic Gardens and the Kelvin Walkway in particular. It’s scattered leaves and chirping birds breed a feeling of tranquillity. It’s woozy charm, distinguished smells, welcoming benches and green outlines have pulled me in. I walk it twice a day. To and fro work. Each morning and night soundtracked by a different album. Populated only by cyclists, dog walkers and the occasional jogger it’s uneven, winding paths are a welcome change from the hustle and bustle of Glasgows busy West End streets were students and workers alike roam around like cattle and cars shuffle along from traffic light to traffic light. Red, amber, green. Red, amber, green.
I’ve already spent a few nights down in the depths of the walkway. Sitting amongst the shards of bark and the singing birds. Being alone down there with some good weed and my Ipod is pretty much heaven to me. It clears the headspace and inspires.
As for the flat itself, i’m over the moon. I mean obviously i like it or i wouldn’t have moved in but i find it more and more comfortable as each night passes. After two weeks it’s truly starting to feel like MY house. Whether i’m lying in bed watching a DVD, lying on the couch eating Doritos and playing the PS3, relaxing in the chair with a book and a bottle of rum or even simply doing the dishes. Either way it doesn’t matter, it feels like my own place. It feels nice.
My favourite moment so far was Saturday morning just past. I woke up at 9:30am, had a shower and took a wander over to the local shop and bought the essentials. Newspaper, milk and bread. £2.30. I then plundered back up the stairs to the flat, put the kettle on, slid to slice of Hovis into the toaster and waited. Toast ready. I spread the butter onto the now crispy and golden brown surface and apply the perfectly sliced cheese. Then it’s the coffees turn. Two dollops of Nescafe followed by the water and a splash of milk. A quick stir and i’m ready to go. I was ready for the table by the window.
Once seated i wet my thumb and proceed to skim through newspaper whilst at the same time slowly yet eagerly devouring my coffee and toast. When i’m finished i reach for a Marlboro light, open the window and puff away till my heart’s content. All the while gazing out the window onto the buildings around and the streets below. Gazing out to the place i now call “home”. That’s when it kicked in….” I live HERE now, this is MY house, MY street”. It’s the simple things.
The new surroundings have also triggered a new sense of eagerness to start making music again. I’d been greatly uninspired for months but i find my thirst for making music returning slowly. Recently i picked up my guitar for the first time in weeks (months even maybe) and plugged in the old faithful pedal and strummed and picked away all night. I’ve decided to start a new project. I know how i want it to sound but i don’t know what i want to call it (suggestions more than welcome). I want the new music to sound ethereal. You know that dream like state, almost like elation. The feeling you get when you wake up on a Sunday morning knowing that you can go back to sleep. That’s what i want to encapsulate. I’ve already harboured a few ideas and garnered a few guitar sounds and loops together. I’ll be sure to stick some demos/samples up on here when i next get the chance.
Also as a random thing….i’m getting two goldfish soon. It’s something i’ve had in my head for months. I even have names planned now. One will be called Lemon and the other will be Jack. 30 Rock Obssession much?
So, what does the future hold for me and this blog? Well, with the blog i won’t be able to post regularly or even semi-regularly until June. But next time i’m near a computer i’ll make the time to get the Six Mix and Video Dose for May posted. I know i’ve mentioned the new mixtape a few times as well and that will go up some point soon in the next few weekends. There’s also so much more in the pipeline. Once i’m back online i’ll be pretty much posting non-stop. I’ll be sitting at the table, glass of rum in one hand and typing with the other.
As for my social life, that hasn’t been affected at all. I’ve made time for family and friends. I always do, they’re and always will be the most important thing in my life. I’ve paid numerous visits to people and had a few vistors myself. I’ve had friends over and had a few unplanned visits, mostly at weekends…coincidence? Drunken friends looking for somewhere to crash for the night! I know the deal, i’ve done it myself a hundred times, it’s fine. All part and parcel of being a friend if you ask me. The actual house warming party itself hasn’t been arranged yet and is looking likely to happen somewhere between the beginning and middle of June.
I’ve got a few gigs lined up as well.
22nd May at Various Venues in Glasgow is the Stag and Dagger festival. It’s choc-a-bloc with some truly eclectic and amazing artists and DJs. It should prove to be a classic night in the making.
26th of May at Stereo is the welcome return to live action of Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster.
And finally, Maybeshewill will be tearing down the walls at Admiral Bar on the 1st of June.
I’ll do my best to get reviews of the gigs up if i can.
I’ll be back posting regularly soon, until then, take care.
S.I.T Wolf X
ps. my old room still smells like me (in a good way not a bad way!)