Goodbye then, 2013.
You were the year of Bloodworks, of Red, of Croatia, of
Heaven, and that misunderstanding behind the bike shed.
You were a year of joy, of happiness, of getting no sleep
thanks to the Auto-bahn, of swimming in Lake Bled, of that My Bloody Valentine
gig.
You were a year of pain, of frustration, of nearly-theres,
of not-quite-rights, of bumbling bundles and of misplaced bass notes that
ruined the whole song but that’s OK nobody noticed oh no hang on they’re all
looking at me just look at the keyboard and pretend you didn’t do anything
wrong oh shit what note are we on oh god I think it’s an F# but if I’m wrong it’ll
sound so much worse than it already is 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 OK it’s the chorus
coming up just relax get back and retrack the phatness yes there we are.
Oh shit no that’s not it where the hell are we oh yeah we
don’t play the studio version when we do it live that’s ok just dance like you’re
really into it don’t go red don’t go red have a drink ok move your arms and
stuff move your neck in a really jerky way that’s cool.
Oh good the gig’s over who was in the crowd? Oh shit oh well
they probably didn’t notice because I covered so well oh no hang on I’m still
in my house I didn’t leave the house well OK let’s play video games then.
Oh no I just woke up in the hospital apparently the crowd
came up onto the stage and knocked me out for wrecking the gig that’s OK we
didn’t get an offer from the record people but the WWE want me so at least I’ll
be richer than these other fuckers who can’t even make it sound good when their
bassist is playing all the wrong notes and knob out all over that shop.
Oh no they’ll probably read this now what have I said I must
learn some self control .
We can’t wait for this year. Everyone’s feeling it. I don’t
know if this is just a feeling that everyone gets at this time of year, and I’m
just applying it to our situation, but still...I can feel it.
Hopefully you can, too.
I saw in the new year with some good friends, in the rain,
all of whom were wilfully helping a complete stranger who had passed out in the
street and was throwing up copiously on himself. Honestly, I preferred it to
spending that moment in the company of sweaty-armed strangers, my beautiful face pressed against their pits, and getting the funny eye from that guy hanging around the
bar, playing with his belt buckle.
But then, I have an odd sense of humour/the good life.
I’m tired.
More EP news, soon enough.
Have a good one. Get back
to it, and all that.
Tim
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