Earworms Part XVII

One more that's on a fairly endless loop. My enthusiasm for Scandinavian house knows no bounds... The track is by a band called "Hird" called "Getting Closer" off the album "Moving On" - I wish this stuff was more available in the UK! The band is most listen able to, and this track just screams chill out. But that doesn't mean that it isn't simply marvellous; kind of like floating in a very warm ocean especially with the smooth floating bass-line.

Confidence is a Preference for the Habital Voyeur... Part II

So where am I? Well the answers to that are long and obvious... Well to me anyway - some conversations that I've had in the past have come back to haunt me, I guess that I've kind of got to the bottom of a lot of things but hit a point where I don't know what to do with them. I guess this is an illusion to the fact that my self-confidence is shot again - well it was pretty brittle to start with.

However, its an odd point because its not exactly work, or indeed stuff like the fact I'm nervous to get up and play music in front of folks - I've got a gig next weekend and another in the week after - but its almost become this self-defeating principle of what I see about myself that I can't restore however much I go looking for it - I guess you could call it a lack of confidence or self-faith. Its a hard one to clarify, harder still to fix as it isn't something that feels like it will go away.

Until I fix it I can't move on, but I can't move on without fixing it. Chatting with a friend over the week it sounded a very single child thing, and it may be - but I guess some of the stuff that I value about myself has gotten eroded along the by some things that have happened, but most of all how I've treated (and judged) myself. Right now I don't know for definite an answer but for some reason it feels like one may be just around the corner.

Earworms Part XVI

I haven't done one of these for a little while so I've decided to redress the balance. Whilst I'm biased as this is a bit of a selection of my music I love this track. Its called "Seis Por Ocho" by a band called Nuspirit Helsinki. I got into Nujazz a few years ago when I went to a random gig of a local band playing something similar and got hooked. I pretty much then forgot about it until a few years ago as I couldn't find any. Then I myseteriously came across Nuspirit on a compilation album - I suspect it was possibly "Honest" or maybe even this track. Funky and jazzy in just the right amounts to want to get you to try and nod and move at once.

Defined Centrally, Relocated Externally, Location Uncertain

So what the hell does the title mean? I'm not quite sure. But its going to be the title of my first album, if I ever make one...

But for now all I have to say is this... from A Softer World

Travel sucks sometimes...

So yes the bank holiday weekend. I was sitting on the train home tonight minding my own business when a couple of guys worse for wear with drink sat opposite me. "Ok" I thought, watch your film and keep quiet. Seconds (the doors had just opened at their stop...) before they got off the guy opposite me threw up over the table - got my laptop out of the way but he chundered over the power cable. My thoughts on this are well, interesting:

(1) You can apologise, well slur, at me as much as you like, I'm not angry just very disappointed.
(2) I'm very, very sorry for the cleaners that have to clean your mess up and aren't paid well enough for doing it.
(3) I'm very, very sorry for the train conductors who have to put up with this kind of antics day in day out.

Point (1) has shocked me, following speedily on from the dating post. Maybe its shown a light on me - I know the person that I am, and why I don't go to bars to meet people, though maybe I just haven't found the right bars..., because this kind of antics disgust me. I had a chat to the conductor on the train afterwards and he said this kind of thing isn't uncommon, its a line of work that has opened his eyes. I'm quite used to seeing this kind of thing walking home from town - but some poor bugger has to clean your mess up; for the love of anything think of them!

Sorry, back to other more normal stuff soon - I needed a little rant.