It begins...

"All good things have endings" - Forgive and Forget, The Get Up Kids   This seems like a good place to start then, this is the beginning of my blogging. I don't know how it'll go, if it'll fall into disuse like a million other things or if it'll buck the trend and last. Whatever, for now it's gonna be a beginning right? That might change come tomorrow but let's try and stay in the present and not get suckered into worrying about the past or the future. I am 23 years old. I've just finished a degree. I play bass and sing in a band called "My Pet Giraffe" and I play bass in another called "The Dirge" (who are on a bit of a hiatus at the minute). I'm bored. And a little lost. Looking for some kind of direction I suppose but not yet ready to commit to anything concrete and real that would involve folding up my dreams and finding my niche in the real world. For all the dreams that have been torn apart recently I'm still reasonably content in my little rut. A little variety might be nice though. Tedium makes fools of us all really, it makes things make sense when most of you knows that they shouldn't (try the sentence you've just read as an example). You wanna know about my past? It's pretty boring. Parents divorced, oldest of three kids, school, college, a handful of part-time jobs, the usual stuff for the small town kid who got sick of the small town at about the same time as it got sick of him. Move to the city (Limerick, 80,000 people in this case) and discover that it's not really a whole lot better, just bigger. Which probably does make it a little better. There's more bored people for one thing. And more to do. So boredom can be countered to some degree. My present? I'm a poor mans Peter Parker. Minus the powers. Minus the costume. Minus Kirsten Dunst. Growing up takes too long. And it's not a nice trip either! Maybe my life is a Counting Crows song. Back when Counting Crows songs really meant something and before they started covering songs about taxis and writing hits for animated blockbusters (albeit a very catchy hit). Back when Adam Duritz was as lost as the rest of us. Surely there's more to life than music, football, some movies, an 80's cartoon nostalgia trip and a futuristic wrestling card game? Then why the hell am I finding it so hard to figure out? Which brings me rather nicely to the future. I haven't a clue. Come Christmas I wanna have a demo recorded and I'll probably haul ass. No idea how far I'll go. A different city I figure. Maybe an even bigger one this time! Amazing huh? Let's finish on a more positive note. I'm kinda looking forward to it to be honest. Sprawl about in an ungainly heap for another coupla years and then have another look at the future and see if I can make my mind up. Kermit the Frog summed it up quite well really "Life is like a movie, write your own ending, we've done just what we set out to do." As long as I don't get too ambitious, I figure I can manage that!