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I think we all know the words
I wrote these words when I got back home yesterday: "It's time to stop being a self-analytical, insecure and useless git and instead just get on with it. From now on no more pointless ramblings."
There were no shocking epiphanies and there was no great enlightenment from my holiday, just a bit of a tan and a sore neck from looking up at buildings in New York (spot the tourist folks!)
However the trip did clear my head somewhat, and the words I wrote seem to capture the simplicity. No more conjecture; no more moping over life's complexities; no more needless worry (and no more pointless journal entries where I do all of those things and get nowhere).
The holiday was, in fact, great. New York is an awesome city, like nothing I have ever seen. I'll definitely visit again, hopefully timing my next visit to coincide with gigs (I missed Sufjan Stevens at the Bowery Ballroom - all 5 nights were sold out! [blast!]). Florida was hot and lazy, and therefore exactly what I expected. I'll save you the torture of the usual full post-holiday tourist recap.
I managed to pick up the following gems during my stay:
- Goldrush - Ozona
- The Jimi Yoshii Pile-Up - Picks Us Apart
- Lab Partners - Wicked Branches
- The Most Serene Republic - Underwater Cinematographer
- OCS - 3 & 4
- Oneida - The Wedding
- Robbers On High Street - Tree City
- Youth Group - Skeleton Jar
What holiday would be complete without picking up a huge stash of audio dynamite?
I also read the finest book I've read in a years, Angry White Pyjamas by Robert Twigger, the tale of an Oxford poet who trains with the Japanese Riot Police on their year long Aikido course.
Time for bed. The torture of work/hell begins again in the morning. I pray for a quiet first day back, or at least a large bat with which I can silence those in my path. Either will do, really.
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