When the future socialist republic builds a statue in my honour, I will be depicted arguing with right-wing twitter users with one hand and drinking vodka with the other.
Today, I hung out with my old friend and sometime musical co-conspirator Gemma Sharpe.
We hadn’t played music together for at least four years - by her own admission her drums had been gathering dust for most of that time - but today it was like nothing had changed. Aside from her brilliant technical ability and tone, we know each other’s style inside out. We knocked out a few hours of raucous funk and blues, and didn’t miss a beat.
Afterwards we went to a jazz open mic, and jammed with a pianist, bassist and sax player.
I’m really really not a jazz guitarist, but i got through it, and played a solo in ‘Summertime’ which earned a round of applause.
I know it’s silly to say so, but days like today almost make me forget my dysmorphia, my anxiety and my depression.
On the grounds that I’m never going to be able to afford a ‘62 strat, I looked up a few ‘91 strats.
The thinking being that 1991 is my birth year and it would be a cool thing to have.
Turns out the early 90s was basically the dark ages for guitar design.
Sam and I are writing a song which has a harmonica-drop in it.
Alright guys, I am now one-half of a blues/electronica project. The other half is my friend, co-conspirator and all-round musical visionary Sam Bowen.
Tomorrow we’re going to hash over our song ideas and hopefully record some scratch tracks. Think of lethargic, overdriven basslines coupled with far-away harmonica licks, synthetic drums, and funk/soul guitar lines.
Someone please suggest a suitably pretentious band name.
Anonymous asked: The right glasses could make you even cuter. ;)
Anonymous asked: If your blog thumbnail is your face, you have a cute face, not a stupid face. :3
The Struggle is real my friend
Trying on glasses is an arduous experience for me.
I like large clunky frames, but even the biggest frames are dwarfed by by big stupid face.
I need the optical equivalent of Big And Tall Menswear.
(Though bizarrely, knockoff Ray-Bans look way better on me than actual Ray-Bans.)