Eeep a Gig!! a review.

On Saturday we all woke up really early and decided to clean Sam's shed for him. He didn't really mind, and we had nothing to do. It was a bit bung smelling so we sweeped up all the sheep shit. It was kind of dark and dingy so we decided to put up fairy lights (by WE I really mean Logan, crazy, Logan). We hated the feel of the room so we moved around all the furniture. It seemed a tad bare, so we chucked in all our band gear in one corner. At this point, Thom went "Eeep!" and we went "A gig??" and then we all said "YES! Eeep A Gig!!" and decided to put on a gig. Lonely Harris Club came over and brought with them a PA system and lots of fans. Then Logan and some of us went and warned the neighboors. That was fun. Then we kicked the shit out of everyones ears for four hours. It was real hot in the shed, but everyone still played really well. Thom especially, and I hadn't heard him play before. Bitch, Please were my favourite. They played real nice harmony songs and the drummer was well fit. Everyone who came was real nice and polite, and didn't smoke that much really. We even made enough money in the pity bucket for Samurai Bowel. We were so happy with ourselves that we went and busked in town, and then went to Ruby Suns and their gig kicked our gig in the teeth, but we didn't mind because we were well gone.

music blogocide

You know, I'm still kinda angry at the moment. So bloggers not that flash in my books really. I might just take like a fiver and cool down.... If that goes well, who knows.

I and Steven Made A Poster

THOMS! BACK!

This was a while ago, but I found these pictures on my camera and they're too hilarious not to show you. We had a craft day to make welcome home presents for Thom when he came back from Belgium or Denmark or something. Oli painted a tiger on a dog (no photos), Paige made a blue demon dog with red eyes and beeswax candles (no photos either) and I made Olis awesome cat tshirt (photos to come), and a fake swapper crate box thing which took 3 minutes (no photos again).

Then, Oli got bored at one stage and drew old man makeup on his face. Hilarity ensued. And photos. In backwards order.

Eeep!

Sam whored us off again. He asked us to make a 'friend' of his a cd of Custard Bear music. I agreed in exchange for using his shed at his flat (Gorgeous George) as a venue for a gig in two weeks. I didn't just want to bash something together, so I spent a bit of time on it, and made something I'm actually sort of proud of. It was so cool in my book that it actually hurts to have to give away to a stranger. We'll probably make more of them.

The covers a scary picture of Anne Tolley that Oli found on the front paige of The Press. I drew a picture of a goat on the disk. Mean.

I did get told off for the swearing though. Fair enough. I liked it.

Drumrollers

I'm about to enter the hardest year of my life to date (chorus of idiots shout out "Good luck with that!"). I mean, last year was exhausting and never-ending, repetitive and dull, emotionally draining, extremely stressfull and probably more horrilble adjectives that I'm eluding now because its bedtime and I should be asleep but I had to write these thoughts down before they poof away in a cloud of 'imbusywithsomethingrightnowworrymelater'. But 2009 was also so amazingly awesome in hundreds of obvious 'no way 2008 Callum would have done this' ways, and other less obvious, more wanky 'look-on-the-bright-side' ways that Im not going to get into.

In 2009 I failed so hard at so many things, which was a new thing for me. I usually just coast through quite easily which I know sounds cocky, which to be honest it was, which is why crashing badly was such a shock to the usually steady system. I think in a lot of ways, those sort of shit times that sort of hung over 2009 for a we bit there will actually help me a lot this year. At least, when the winter study depression hits, I'll recognise it, cope with it, and know that it DOES end. So maybe that means that 2010 will be a lot more fun. The reason I think 2010 will be so much harder than last year, is that the stuff I'm doing this year CAN'T fail. This year counts. Its the end of my time at (sadly enough) second home; CBHS aka School, after which I would have been following bells for five years. And then.... blankness. Most people would think freedom? I dont know. I've got no solid plans right now, so at the moment, its solid blankness. But I do have a whole year to figure that out. A whole year to figure out where my next five years of bells will be coming from. A whole year where I'll also have to get through those same pressures from last year that are amplified in the Forge of 7th Formdom. Sure that may not make a whole lot of litterary sense, but to my petrified brain the Forge is shit scary.

The great news for you, however, is that this may prove to be some very exciting reading. You will be my angst outlet, so if I get angry, I apologise in advance. And when I say You, I really mean Future Me. I still havent come to terms with the idea that people would actually follow this blog or read through these long tantrums. I'm mainly writing all this so that in the future, I can look back on all this and laugh with glee at how tra laaingly gleeful and hip hop happy my pure little teenage life was compared to adulthood. Who knows?