To Hell We Ride

"Out of all this hurt we have, beauty doth become" - 'Mourning' - Tantric

Today was a strange day to date, a mixture of good and bad things. Feeling a bit numbed by it all to be honest. Last night was a bloody weird experience too, spent it in a tiny flat with a gangload of Bangladeshi guys who were playing me Bangladeshi rock music and insisted upon me singing before I left. They sat in a circle around me on the floor with their eyes closed. Totally surreal but a lot of fun. I think. Kalam rocks!

Today I started recording the My Pet Giraffe thing. Dave T, the producer and sometime guitarist and myself laid down some tracks on 'Make Up And Make Out'. That was fun.

On the other hand, Niall gave me the worst thrashing I've suffered on the chess board in years. It may not seem like much to many of you but I got my tail handed to me. As well as an e-mail that's kinda confused me a bit and opened up old wounds. Reminds me of another lyrics, this time by The Gin Blossoms, "The past is gone but something might be found to take its place". Let's try and hold to that.

Gotta run.