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monday morning. was mixing with a legend – graham heartstone. he mixed pink floyd the wall, blade runner, aliens, eyes wide shut, superman, many bond films, etc – many of them nominated for best sound. really good to know we agree on so many levels. to have his reassurance on a lot of the things i was doing also made me feel like i haven't been on the wrong track at all. was also fun to mix with him, because we laughed at the same things. monday evening. always knew it was a bad idea to walk past the school bar in the late evening, but i had to because i needed to test my mix in the cinema. a few free beers came my way and after more beers and magic, i stayed at the bar and never returned to mix. only had a small lunch for the whole day, so every drop was potent. haven't hung around the bar for a long while now, thanks to work, but that night made me miss it. apparently, i now hold the title of "the best dj at the nfts". how grand. *flexes muscles* also, i walk and move like a vampire? how does a vampire walk and move? tried asking why, but the answer was: "don't know exactly, but you just do." eventually, there were only a few of us left. got one last round before the bar closed. we also resorted to music blasting from my phone. then, topics moved to the existential. haha. drunk bozos trying to be talk like gods. last thing i heard before hitting paradise: "are you going to be okay?" at least the music and the company were good. think i said a bit too much though. woke up yesterday morning with a bad hangover, and starving. not a good state to be in for my final day of mix. took a hot shower. the same voice i last heard the night before then came in text, asking how fragile i was feeling. was actually feeling pretty bad but didn't want to make her worried, so i simply said that last night was a bad idea considering how little food i had. went to marks & spencer for a baguette and sat in the mixing theatre for a good half an hour to slowly down my baguette. after some chatting, i finally started mixing at about 11 am. was still feeling pretty drabby. only really recovered at about late afternoon. finished mixing at about 4 am last night. stayed till about 7 am to tie up some loose ends. there are still a couple of secondary mixes to be made out of that mix, but i decided to do them another day, so i pedalled home. fell right into bed after checking my emails. during my cycle home, i realised i miss the cold, misty and dim mornings – that silence in the world is always enchanting. also remembered that i had so many of those mornings last year, mostly from parties and many from late night mixing. and to wake up in the night only to do it all over again holds some kind of magic. the most livid part of that memory would be the smiling, laughing faces that drank, danced and collapsed not far from my very own body, feet and hands. it was cold but we were warm. makes me glad that i haven't forgotten that i only have one life. this year, we mostly never made it to the mornings, and usually already collapsing by 5 am, before the sun comes up. of course, there were also the few big parties in london, which lasted till mornings, with enough sunlight to feel the new day but not enough to burn our eyes out. got up at about 5 pm just now. had a funny dream and ming was in it. went online, and ming was on msn, so i told him about it. also, it seems like ming might migrate to the galaxy of apple computers. feel a little guilty for planting the poisonous apple in him, opportunity given when his computer started acting up recently – but hey, only the best for a friend. didn't go to school today. sun was almost gone when i woke up. this is how i remember the uk. Post a comment in response: |
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