Glad All Over
January 18th, 2012
“It doesn’t matter what you do to it, it’s always gonna sound like Dave Clark Five.”
Monday night I spent the evening discussing how to set out and run an alternative exercise class based on acrobatics and meat. I can’t disclose the details here however for fear of my methods being discovered. Last night I went to the music quiz with a quiche where I fear that it answered more questions correctly than I did. Whether or not it did remains to be seen. I do envy that quiche.
After my brief spell of organisation I have fallen back into old habits and sit looking at piles of things and think, “mneh”. That’s not the way 2012 is supposed to be. 2012 is the year of TRIUMPH and ACHIEVEMENT and various other things. The future is unwritten but I’m trying to write the f*cker with a bigger part for me, and one that doesn’t involve me succumbing to sitting in front of the television and getting excited about a new series of Ice Road Truckers.
So with Daisy in hand, that’s my ukulele, I’m going to blast away the cold shackles of 2011 and remain a force to be reckoned with. I am going to keep exercising. I am going to keep writing new songs with the hope of recording them later on in the year via my friend’s newly acquired computer music studio bigwigs effort. I am going to remove all items that I don’t need or use and give them away to whomever I choose and not let them clutter up my room. And ultimately I am going to stop buying music for the moment because I am sure I still haven’t listened to 25% of my CD collection. There’s no point in buying more. I think. Unless it’s someone I really like. Or SST finally reissues all the Husker Du albums, aside from the Warners and Reflex releases of course. Let’s not get into semantics.
Breathe deeply.