Yes, I know, I've not updated properly in FOREVER. No-one cares anyway. :P In an attempt to rid myself of the shameful yoke of unupdatiness I'm having a band related post.
Over the last few months Adastreia have spent 2 days in the studio recording their new 3 track EP and a ton of hours afterwards in mixing, listening and remixing until our producer chum is thoroughly sick of seeing our hairy faces. Brother Del took it upon himself to make a video of one of the recent mixes of The Be All & End All, so here it is.
Feel free to cross-post this anywhere for judgement/feedback/ridicule/championing but I'm a bit too humble to big up my own band in that way.
I hope that whoever reads this likes what they hear :]
Someone that I care about and yet swear I'll never be involved with told me that she feels transparent. That she feels that she has no place in this world and - the lady never said that she was going to remove herself from this place but still - this bothered me enough to write what's pasted below. I want it here so that when I feel exactly how she does, and I know I will because I do at times, my own words will be here to show me that just because I feel one way doesn't mean that the people in my life feel it too. And if it helps anyone here apart from me, then you don't have to tell me but just know that I'm always here to listen, regardless of the time.
Taking 15 mins out at work to finally update my LJ from the ancient FSTY Predator logo (as that band has now been defunct for almost a decade) with some of the Adastreia album artwork...still a bit more to do. Much more cool.
Still not much to report. Seeing Del play his first acoustic set in months at the Troubadour club, London supporting Kelli Alli, that nice lady who was in the Sneaker Pimps. Should be rather good.
Casting my eye over 40k Tau models at the mo', so that I have a better feel of the units that I'll be writing about. I roughly know them but only from playing Dawn Of War. Need more info. Or I may just be putting it off incase I bust out a ripping yarn and it's rubbish. :P
I also think that something is slightly loose inside my head as every time I go past or into my bathroom I still glance at the floor. Of course he's not there. He never will be. Stupid head.
And I'm working 0800-1800 every day this week except for tonight. Ouch, but being owed 4 hours = win.
Took a day off work yesterday to see Gramps lying in rest in an effort to give me a slightly better last memory of him than how I found him. It kinda worked, now I've replaced "fucking horrible" with "really strange". I left my 8th Hornchurch scouts scarf with him along with his 'Grandad' hanky in the casket.
I wouldn't really recommend people to go and see a loved one in that state, it's like an image of fake life that I found quite difficult to be comfortable with. There's no colour, none of the tiny movements that sleeping people have. Just a rigid approximation of how they were in life which just doesn't seem quite right. Even the face is the same but wrong.
The funeral's tomorrow and I promise that after that I'll stop bringing people down and either go back to updating or not updating depending on whatever. Beh.