Its been almost two months since I updated this motherfucker. I never really write regular updates anyway I always just scrawl a couple of lyrics down every so often but I guess its time for a proper one. Work is slow these days I guess because of the recession so I’ve been sitting around trying to keep myself busy but failing miserably. My Dad called me up at the end of January and told me he bought me a 300 Euro car for my birthday but its almost 2 months later and I haven’t seen shit. So I guess that ain’t comin.
I am feeling kinda lonely these days. I feel very isolated where I live. I miss my friends in Vancouver alot. My buddy Josh called me to tell me he is going back to Vancouver next week after leaving the same time as me to go home to Australia. He got a job on the set of Twilight part 2 or some shit. Lucky bastard. One thing that has been good about being home is I have been able to form a really good friendship with my man Lee Brown. Dude is the best of the best. We’ve been hanging on the regular whenever I can get him to crawl out of that Bawn Og ghetto. What a shithole he lives in.
Focussing on the positives for a second, Frustration is going really well. We have a couple of dates coming up in the UK with Dirty Money, Reign Supreme, 50 Lions, Ritual, Brutality Will Prevail and a couple of other deadly bands so that is good. Also we have an English lable looking to put out a 7″ for us. More to come on that shit later.
Myself and Lee Brown have decided to start up a clothing company. There is a serious gap in the market for that shit here. Our first design is coming back next week. Mike Shantz from Drop Dead hooked us up and hopefully itll look good. Cold Life Clothing dropping real soon. Look out for it. Before you know it me and Brownlove will be getting paid to smoke weed all day and think of ideas for shirts.
My dog Snoopy is 13 this year. Half Shitzu (thats definitely not how you spell it) and half Cairn Terrier, half deaf and half blind, half ewok and half canine. I’ve been spending alot of time with that motherfucker seem as hes on his serious last legs. When he dies I’m going to put him on a dingy and send him down the Royal Canal on fire, Viking style.
Been hanging with my Mom a good bit too. She makes my life worth living. My best friend and the strongest woman I know. In terms of escapism I’ve been watching The Wire loads and listening to lots of music. Lots of Hip Hop. Honourable mentions go to Gucci Man, Plies and Young Jeezy for going into serious detail about drug dealing. Love that shit. Also Crowbar, lots of Crowbar. Best band ever. In terms of local hardcore there is some serious shit coming out. The Blinds EP is so good, New Famine album is dropping soon. Find A Ways new recordings are amazing. Looking forward to first shows from Forced out and The Blind. Also check out Bacchus from Galway.
This dude I used to hang around with in school commited suicide last saturday. Hadn’t spoken with him in 3 or 4 years. It pissed me off that people were calling him selfish for doing it. My stance on this has never changed, the world is a shit, fucked up place and if you can’t take it. I don’t blame you. Its just sad to lose a friend thats all. RIP Donal AKA Gobbles. You were always a buzzer.
Friendships are strange things. Sometimes you think you know someone so well and then enough time and silence can pass until it seems like they are complete strangers again. As I’m getting older I’m realising how short life actually is and so much of the shit that people think matters actually doesn’t. In the end all that really matters is friendship and memory. I try to be a good person, more than I used to anyway. Sometimes I fall short but I guess everyone does. I am still searching for something that I cannot seem to put my finger on but I guess I’ll always be searching. Seekers of the truth. I just got that tattoo’d on me. Its an old DFR tattoo and all those dudes got it years ago but it speaks to me in the present. I miss DFR. I miss the shows and the partys. I miss feeling like no one could hurt me emotionally or physically. Even if it was all in my head. I’ve been hurt alot in the last few weeks. Mostly no ones fault but my own for trusting the wrong people. Either way I’ll leave all that for a different day. I don’t wanna pull a Wicked Owl.
Watch out for those FEMA motherfuckers.
Peace
