I drove 4 hours to Cork to pick up a guitar. 3 hours North to Galway to find an am,plifier. 2 Hours East Back to Dublin, then another 2 hours North to Belfast.
Set up. Sound Check. Rehearsed. Played a 2 hour show. Enjoyed the main event. Packed our shit
Then drove 2 hours back to Dublin at 4am. Awake, alert and focused the entire time on the pure mechanics of the task at hand.
And realised in a real and existential manner, that I really wasn't human. I couldn't stop laughing - for nearly an hour until I finally convinced myself to sleep. Even if only for the comfort of waking up in the morning.
I felt liberated from the weight of something, even if I couldn't place my finger on what. I woke up in the morning, ready to do it again, if I had to. Motivated. Alive even.
He who makes a beast of himself, gets rid of the pain of being a man. I think that might be it.
Set up. Sound Check. Rehearsed. Played a 2 hour show. Enjoyed the main event. Packed our shit
Then drove 2 hours back to Dublin at 4am. Awake, alert and focused the entire time on the pure mechanics of the task at hand.
And realised in a real and existential manner, that I really wasn't human. I couldn't stop laughing - for nearly an hour until I finally convinced myself to sleep. Even if only for the comfort of waking up in the morning.
I felt liberated from the weight of something, even if I couldn't place my finger on what. I woke up in the morning, ready to do it again, if I had to. Motivated. Alive even.
He who makes a beast of himself, gets rid of the pain of being a man. I think that might be it.
I love the smell of rotaries in the morning. You know one time, I got to work early, before the rush hour. I walked through the empty carpark, I didn't see one bloody Prius or Golf. And that smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole carpark, smelled like.... ....speed.
One day they're going to ban them.