Kissing The Curve In Your Clavicle

So Saturday was Ali's and My 15th Month Anniversary.

Please, no applause.

And I have been meaning to write something about her for a while. So here it is. I met Alison Jane Rapley the beginning of college in September 2009. And we barely talked. Like, ever. My brother was more her friend than I was. Now, before I go on you must know Ali and I are the complete opposite of one another. We like different music. She doesn't have the same interest in films as I have. We can have extremely different opinions. Too be honest with you my sweet strangers most of our respective friends and acquaintances probably weren't expecting anything to come of this. Even I was suprised at my attraction to her. Physcially she is, obviously in my eyes, hotter than the fires of hell. But I was surprised at the truth that was the cliche 'opposites attract'. I found myself ferociously and, shamefully, unsublty flirting with her. Suffice to say I was struck dumb. Much like this fella...

...So one day, as the fates would have it, I decided to tap in to my deviant, rebellious streak and skip a Media Studies lesson. A lesson I found complete and utter dross anyhow (how I achived that C grade is beyond me). Ali, myself and a couple other people decide to go on a nice little drive in Alison's car. Whilst on this little turn I find myself, whilst sitting in the back, catching Ali's beautiful blue eyes. Again, sweet strangers, my belly did a little flop (I'm not normally soppy so savour this moment). I turn to a friend and whisper: "I think I like Alison." My earlier fears of my lack of subtelty were confirmed, as my friend replies: "Well that much was obvious."

So there we are. In a small, black Ford. The Foo Fighter's are blasting out 'Monkey Wrench'. We come to a stop. The atmosphere builds. I subtly hint for the other two people in the car to kindly exit. I move to the front. By this point you could cut the tension with a knife. Luckily for me the most romantic song ever written was playing on the radio in the background...Eminem's 'Without Me'. It's go time. I turn to Ali and, ever failing you my beautiful readers, I ask her in the most awkward manner one could muster:

"So. Uh. I was wandering if, uh, you might. Like. To. Go Out. Sometime..."

It was like Jesse Eisenberg in 'Zombieland' minus the hair-brushing obsession. So there we go. It's out there. No turning back now. I wait. And I wait...and I WAIT. And...she says yes.

Phew.

But just to add to the ridiculous-ness-ness that is me...I start to rap...yes...RAP...along to Eminem. Dear oh dear.

But that was that lad's and ladette's. 26th of November 2009 was the first day of a lovely experience of up's, down's, good times and bad times. But I wouldn't trade any of it for the world.

I can only sum up the last 15 months and 2 days with a quote from the great Mr Kipling: 'Exceedingly Good.'

"Grrr" (Spit)

Sorry about my absence over the last couple of days. Far to much has been surrounding my mind as of late.

So I've never been what you would call butch. Most of my best friends are girls and I normally avoid sporting activities at all costs, delving into more artsy forms of entertainment. But today I decided to partake in the viewing of a rugby game with the old man. England Vs. France, Six Nations. I've always quite enjoyed rugby and used to play it but the boys in my secondary school team weren't very supportive, criticizing instead of helping. Therefore I was put off. However I am of a certain disposion of never exorcising. So I have decided to play Rugby at the University I go to next year, hopefully being Kent. Here is hoping my slightly flimsy wrist can catch a rugby ball next year.

As Tigger once said: 'T.T.F.N'

HUZZUH!

Finally, after months of doing countless covers, The majestic man beast Lewis Killick and I have finally written our own, original piece of music. The song 'Siren Call', as seen below, has had both guitar and bass finally added to it.

The next two stages are:

1 - Find a drummer.

2 - FINALLY start to gig.

Will 'Hang Your Idols' finally start somewhere? One can only hope. Until then, let us hope.

Just to say I did it.

So, for those of you who know me well enough, I am an aspiring musician. I've never thought to make it my whole world. I'm curently studying and applying to do a Sociology and Criminology degree at univeristy. So I have some back up's. But I sometime's feel I won't even get the chance to say I have tried it. As is seen in a recent blog I did start a little something with a few friends. However, due to other commitments we barely ever get time to practice. With one we hardly get together, and with the other we never get together.

Many of my friends are in bands. But also most of my friends don't have the same interest in the music I listen to, obviously making it hard to get the right sound out of whatever it is we play due to different styles of playing, tone, etc. Most of my friends listen to Heavy Metal music: not a genre I discredit, but one that I have no real interest in listening to or playing. Lewis and Rachel, who I attempted at starting a project with, unfortunately, again, don't show as keen an interest as I do when it comes to song-writing and/or finding time to even practice. Don't get me wrong, I'm having a little bass/guitar session with Lewis tomorrow. However, it's gotten to the point where I don't feel this to be an attempt at a band anymore but just two friends jamming. This is just as fun but I get a sense of dread knowing there may be no chance of trying out my own lyrics infront of people besides those who attend my college going to the annual Xmas talent show. Of course, it's of no fault of Lewis or Rachel's by any standard. I guess it's all just a matter of interest.

I'm even considering using the year after I finsish University to try and find a career in music. Today I was walking down the road, going to meet my good friend Megan, and listening to Alkaline Trio's 'This Could Be Love' from their fourth studio album 'Good Mourning'. And as they blasted out that beautifully un-holy "This could be love. Love for fire", I couldn't help but get that tight feeling in my gut that I think we all do when listening to a bloody good classic. But what also sprung to mind was both times I have seen Alkaline Trio in thier own gig. And both times when that lyric was sung by the crooning Matt Skiba, a good couple thousand people would repeat. Over and over and over and over.

So there I am. Walking down the street. Listening to Alkaline Trio. Taking a detour down memory lane. And I can't help but imagine how amazing it would be to have a couple thousand people scream out your own lyrics that you probably wrote in your living-room. And I want that. That tight feeling was probabaly jealousy. I want to be in a Punk Rock band like all my favourite bands: Alkaline Trio, Placebo, Hot Water Music, The Lawrence Arms, The Damned, The Gaslight Anthem, NOFX, Rancid.

Even If it goes nowhere. If my lyrics and songs fall flat on thier face. If I'm pelted off stage with whatever people can get thier hands on. Just to say I did when I'm 40, 50, etc. That would be bloody brilliant.

P.S.

I promise to come back to this. I always forget how fun it is ;-).

Faith

Well is it plain as day,
I don't know what to say.
Your forked tongue keeps sticking me to the floor.
I'll keep on trying my dear
If it's what you wanna hear.
Will there be a point when you don't want no more.

Well it's easy you see
To get away from me.
You just turn your back and slowly walk away.
I'd say 'fuck off' my dear.'
If it's what you wanna hear,
Why can't you just get the hell straight out of here.

Face your fears they're prettier than they look.
Those fallen angel's won't give back what thy took.
So get down on your damn knees and pray.
Swear to God that you won't give a fuck one day.

Your so sick and tired
Of the things they do.
Your so sick and tired
Of what it does to you.
Don't hide inside the bottle.
Don't read that sad book.
Face your fears they're prettier than they look.

Face your fears they're prettier than they look.
Those fallen angel's won't give back what the took.
So get down on your damn knees and pray.
Swear to God that you won't give a good damn fuck one day.

Siren Call

Hello again beautiful strangers.

I know I said I'd stop with the poetry and I HAVE. Promise with cherry's on top. But as you would see from earlier blogs I am also aspiring to be a musician. And obviously with this comes song-writing. SOOO every now and then I will be posting my own songs. Hope you like them.

Until then, as Voldemort once said: 'Where is my bloody nose?'

Siren Call

Hush little baby

Don't you Cry.

Don't part those lips and ask me why.

I don't need another utter in my head.

Soon you'll drop heavier than this lead.

It takes just one bullet

Takes just one bullet

To fall.

It takes just one moment

Takes just one moment

To lose it all.

So give me five more seconds

Give me five more seconds

To walk out the door,

And hear the siren call.

Quiet now daddy

Don't let them hear.

Don't kick up a fuss

And bring them near.

I don't need another reason in my brain.

Promise you won't feel such fear again.

It takes just one bullet

Takes just one bullet

To fall.

It takes just one moment

Takes just one moment

To lose it all.

So give me five more sec

onds

Give me five more seconds

To walk out the door,

And hear the siren call.

I don't know how to say why I did it.

Sometimes I wonder why I even did it at all.

I don't know how to say why it happened.

I guess it only takes one

bullet to fall.

I don't know how to say why I did it.

Sometimes I wonder

why I even did it at all.

I don't know how to say why it happened.

I guess it only takes one fucking bullet to fall.