Paper Planes

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I have been swimming in a winsome acoustic pool of melodies as of late.
Helen Page is winning my heart over.
Her stripped-down songwriting is simple but oh-so-beautiful and perfect for the phase I am currently going through.
She is my remedy for Sunday mornings when you have just rolled that first cigarette of the day and have poured that delicious cup of coffee.
But her soundtrack also appeals to my evening-time self when you are relaxing and drinking some red wine.
The above are two of the best compliments I can pay at this moment in time, as I associate one of my favourite bands with those two times of the day (Grizzly Bear is the band in question for those who didn’t know already).

I wont ask or tell you to become a fan of Paperplain because you don’t really have a choice.
She’ll win you over whether you like it or not.
And in the current climate that the music industry is in, I feel you should support her in-whatever way you can – I don’t want her to be another fallen artist who slips into obscurity.
Nobody likes an esoteric musician.

Youth and a disenfranchised mentality

I have been working in music for as long as I can remember.
Recently however, it has hit me that perhaps this was the wrong choice of career.
With that mindset, I decided to leave the various people I was working for.
My timing is all wrong though – This is the worst possible time to quit a profession in order to go looking for a new one.
I turned 24 two weeks ago and am currently in the depths of disparity.

The music industry doesn’t have to be the evil behemoth it prides itself on being.
There is too many old-timers working in this industry.
Change is a fearsome word to these loathsome people.
It’s times like this when guidance and clarity is needed and cherished.

Unfortunately, when you have an ego as big as mine and a driving ambition, it is difficult to settle for just anything.
I have friends who have studied in college for 5 years only to emerge into a paltry dry market.
Are we going to be the lost generation?
Or is this an overly-dramatic outlook?

Download this immediately.

Saturday Morning Song.

There is nothing social about it

I think it is time to delete my Facebook.
I wanted to use it to keep in touch with people from back home.
Being away has made me realise how idiotic and immature a lot of them are though.
I don’t even allow half of them to appear on my news feed because all they do is those stupid quizzes.
It’s one thing to waste hours on a “social” networking site talking to people but it is an entirely different beast wasting hours completing quizzes that have no scientific merit whatsoever.
Who really gives a shit what colour your personality represents or what personalities would play you in a film, would murder you, would fuck you et cetera et cetera.
The only quiz you should really care about is which one of your friends would love to put a gun to your head because of the amount of quizzes you partake in.
Gone are the days when I barely knew a friend’s surname.
Now I am aware of what they had for breakfast, if it included tea rather than coffee and what shit derivative song they were listening to at the time of said breakfast.

Long lost love (alliterating all of the L’s)

I like the lyrics (sung by a girl): “In your room, in my room”.
I find that to be incredibly poignant and beautiful.
The romance of spending time in her room and her spending time in your room is in equal parts romantic and incredibly sexy.
When those spaces begin to get shared, the problems erupt.
These two loving-cathedrals are vortexs where only love exists, they shouldn’t be sentenced to life together.
Romance and love happens in many places so why punish them to one particular setting.
This is why love fails.
You love her and she loves you.
Two parallel entities running alongside one another.
They are sharing pace and enjoying the company side-by-side.
Unfortunately some people want to meander and rush this journey.
So both of these parallel loving-lines amalgamate into one single journey.
All of a sudden, one person starts to slow down and can’t keep pace.
This singular passage begins to falter until eventually it eschews and separates into two lines again.
Only this time, neither of the two lines are parallel.
They are now entirely different life forms and find new partners to run alongside them until the same thing happens over and over and over and over and over and ove………….

Is there such a thing as love?**

** I really should have written this at the beginning instead of the long nonsensical bullshit example.

No control

When you really stop caring about everything & anything and just let go of it all, all of the irrelevant little pieces just fall into place so smoothly, it’s brilliant.
Not knowing what is around the corner is an enticing and exciting little vacation.

The past couple of days have been scary and daunting and fascinating and invigorating.
I have been tickled by nonchalant and schooled by optimism in the previous 48 hours.
I am confident that my personal idealistic/fantastical optimism will manifest into realism.

Make things happen for yourself.
Nobody will ever help you on your way.
You create your own destiny and forge your own path.

Aaaaaaaaaaand over.
So now that I have discussed the overwhelming power of the human mind and its abilities to transform you into a panglossian, what the hell happened to United last night?!

Fergie, we need another striker and a solid midfielder.
Hargreaves wont be back for a long time (and he is arguably the best English penalty taker).

If Burnley can beat us one-nill, what the hell will happen to us against Chelsea, Arsenal, Liverpool, City, Spurs – the list is endless really.

This is no time for panic though, this is time for optimism, not realism.