I’m getting bored of this town. I’m fed up of being introverted. I never used to be. It’s the young populous of this town that made it happen. No one here really needs cheering up that much, there is no reason to worry about them over myself.
I used to know a guy, loud as hell, wearing orange, green and yellow checked jackets with a fresh boutonniere every time he passed a florist, He used to take egg sandwiches across town on a plate to my mates work places and feed them during their lunch breaks. I used to ride around in the back of a pickup truck drinking cider and screaming into the sky with him. He used to go camping on Exmoor in a clown costume just for the hell of it. He would pay your £2.00 bus fair just to see the look of shock on your face.
Given I was intensely stoned all the time when I did all that stuff, but it was a lot more fun than now. Then all these cynics started relentlessly analyzing everything that made me happy so they could turn it on me to please their own agendas. People talked shit about our cover band saying we sucked because we were a cover band and we couldn’t write our own songs… That wasn’t it, we just didn’t need to write our own songs. People danced regardless because it was fun and they prefer good music they know. We could have written songs, we were a fucking awesome band. Maybe it’s better that we broke up and 2 of us went on to become doctors and the rest get degrees though. So we stopped doing gigs and I joined the ranks of the cynics. Tried my hand at punk but realized, no, just no. Not many people play the happy toy dolls punk anymore. I would. Because sometimes it’s nice to go out for a night and not get preached at and not have to listen to shit club music either. Don’t get me wrong, I love preachy music, but when I pogo I’d like to pogo to nonsense.
I feel this blog is an outlet for all of the negative shit I used to ignore until critical cunts like the one I have become started chipping away at my happiness, because they were no longer happy. I hate what I have become.
All I want is a flat in Reading where I can make music and work and fuck my girlfriend and build stupid arduino toys and sing really loud without people hearing.
This is all going to happen and it’s going to be better than you can imagine. Not only because you’re a cynical asshole, because it’s going to be good as well.
