…………………………BIG DAY OUT -2006- ……………………….
70 days and I will be caged by sound in the summer,the sun dive bombing into the horizon the salt of my efforts bitter on my lips.I will be a dervish and a devil till I fall apart.Thin skin, hatred and desire.And knowing me a fair dash of self doubt and wanton stupidity.
So glad that y’all gonna be there taking the ride with us yet again.
What can I tell you? Until I don’t? Well,I love my fuckin job.
The boys are gone I am still picking the sand out of my dreads and trying to work my new laptop.All hail the Luddite with Tech wings…or not its up to you.I would be in the water and I would close my eyes and see the two thugs behind the fence at the last all ages that we played scaring the spooky kids ,big behind their gun and crude demands of underage sex and insults.I don’t ever question why I could live in a cave,why I could drop out for good….
Ash left the MD4 at home so it was a punk show in every sense of the word.I miss playing already.I wonder how they are out there.
If I get to meet Sir Iggy I am gonna fall apart.
Fuckin hell man! My 3rd BDO ! What a fuckin brat! My thanx to y’all as without you I don’t get to do this on such a large scale.Its 9 in the morning and I am up and running on nerves I think.Michael stormed into my room where I was sleep deprived and inhaling a pide with my equally as blurry but ever dashing significant other.
“BIG DAY OUT MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!!” he bellowed.
Would have loved to see the look on my face at that moment.Knew it was on but it spanks me like a hammer to the head more as the days roll on and its sinking in.Ever styling I turned to wonder boy and asked him to be my date.Then I gave Mike a hug that would have crushed a lesser man.
I cant belive that my reality is so …nice?…yeah….right now.I was reading back over this time last year donut driven and depressed.I still had not even begun recording on Sicksence.I was a mess.And now this? Just goes to show its Always worth sticking around to see where the fuck you could end up.
I am gonna end up on a treadmill listening to Vulgar Display,that’s my deal! Fuck!The eternal curse of the lard ass.
No more candy.Boo.
Got a heap of things that I want to write about back under the flight path once again.Don’t think that its anything that needs to be told rather just the airing of the conversation that goes round in my head all the time.Flew out of bed after having a dream involving Denise Richards in my parents bed.Not a bad way to start the day besides the parents bed bit.The world is waiting for my applications and movements outside the matt black front door.Skoota wrote me form NZ and I am lucky that the net is big and catches only the best fish.
That don’t stop most of the people I know from being totally fucking insane though.Beatings and drinking and I don’t know man…One of my oldest friends questioned my cold loyalty.I almost sprung from the couch and smacked him.Me forever sober and the bad guy ,Him drunk and swaying and we had never disagreed like that.His empathy will kill him under the ministrations of others misery and my coldness will leave me alone internal regardless of any surrounding heat so all in all I would say that we are all fucked because I cant see the half way point….
Is that why I do this? To see it in front of me? That its easier to read it? That its not as bad when I can dissect it?Cant save anyone.Cant dip in like the hand of god and pluck you out….Humans to be cursed with stupidity and longing in equal measures for all time.
The shack on the beach as always was a fucking godsend and Jr and I unwound fast and easy.I am a patchwork of different tan lines and sun propelled contentment.Well,until I am not.
Delux is in Europe somewhere in Converse and a Pinstipe suit.I will send this to him along with all of the goodwill that I can muster.I must be the perfect person to be away from.Guess that I should throw my rotten corpse in the rain room and roll the fuck out.
Here is to your astounding life and living as loud as possible.
Chin chin Motherfuckers.
SF4L
Michele.
