First day nerves
Today I begin an adventure. This is my first day in my new job as a rock star where my main activities will be drinking espresso, wearing berets, discussing art and poetry, reading classic literature and going out and having it at night. This daily routine will provide me with inspirational insights not normally afforded to those that remain slaves to the daily grind but who in fact have a proper job and - crucially - come home with a payslip each month and a pension plan allowing them to enjoy a full and solvent life.
Typing this brings to mind a fable about two mice, one of which saved for the winter by burying his berries whilst the other wasted his berries on drink and loose women. I can't remember who had the best time in the long run but have based my decision to retire from proper work solely on this fable and am as such very much rooting for the mouse who's berries burnt a hole in his pocket.
The human mind is fascinating, particularly when observed by way of the creative process. I am about to relay an account of my first morning of creative freedom, the reader should note the extraordinary lengths gone to in order that the self will avoid setting to the actual task the time is set aside for.
7.30am. Wake up, rub eyes and suffer mild panic attack at the prospect of filling a full day writing music and verse, remember number of pints sunk day before, feel nauseous.
7.35am Get up.
7.37am Begin house-husbandry by making Kate breakfast complete with cup of tea. Decide to have one myself although for now last night's lager intake means that no food can yet pass my delicate lips.
8.15am Kiss goodbye, wave the bread earner off to work and become almost overwhelmed with guilt, decide to make second cup of tea (from now on we can call this a cuppa).
8.20am Check emails. There aren't any, this now means I have nothing to start on and will therefore have to refer to the 'J things to do' list.
8.23am Make new list with just the things on it that I want to do. Do one thing, strike it through with a satisfying cross. Decide to do another thing off the new list.
9.00am Have now done two things off the new list, pleased with myself for an excellent start so decide to celebrate with a cuppa.
9.15am Am sick of tea. Realise that new list mostly consists of household chores and nothing that will get me any closer to my target of getting signed to a major record label by the end of today, decide to put a wash on and then get down to some serious shit.
10.00am Open up songbook. It is a pristine bound, heavy papered book designed to inspire, that I found in the bank. Feel like John Lennon must have as he sat down to write Imagine.
10.03am Am too scared to write in new songbook in case the song is rubbish.
10.45am Still sat cradling songbook, haven't managed to pen anything yet but am getting used to the idea of another cuppa.
11.00am Make another cuppa, decide I'd rather drink sour dogs milk than have another one after this and that it will defo be my last before that number 1 record pops out.
11.45am Have now given up on writing songs for today, put another wash on, take recycling, unload and reload dishwasher.
That's where I'm up to for today, there are still 5 hours left before I get to leave the office - at least the commute isn't too bad.
So what will I be doing with all this time? Hopefully I'll get over the first day nerves fairly sharpish and be able to write and record lots of new material which will be appearing on MySpace and available to download via numerous online music stores - a boy's got to eat you know! Be doing plenty of this kind of thing, new podcasts, more gigs (sometime soon we'll be at a place near you), more photos, more tea, housework, managing the band, selling songs, selling myself and deciding on whether facial hair is absolutely necessary when trying to become an artist.
Love to you all and keep in touch, I could do with the company.
Typing this brings to mind a fable about two mice, one of which saved for the winter by burying his berries whilst the other wasted his berries on drink and loose women. I can't remember who had the best time in the long run but have based my decision to retire from proper work solely on this fable and am as such very much rooting for the mouse who's berries burnt a hole in his pocket.
The human mind is fascinating, particularly when observed by way of the creative process. I am about to relay an account of my first morning of creative freedom, the reader should note the extraordinary lengths gone to in order that the self will avoid setting to the actual task the time is set aside for.
7.30am. Wake up, rub eyes and suffer mild panic attack at the prospect of filling a full day writing music and verse, remember number of pints sunk day before, feel nauseous.
7.35am Get up.
7.37am Begin house-husbandry by making Kate breakfast complete with cup of tea. Decide to have one myself although for now last night's lager intake means that no food can yet pass my delicate lips.
8.15am Kiss goodbye, wave the bread earner off to work and become almost overwhelmed with guilt, decide to make second cup of tea (from now on we can call this a cuppa).
8.20am Check emails. There aren't any, this now means I have nothing to start on and will therefore have to refer to the 'J things to do' list.
8.23am Make new list with just the things on it that I want to do. Do one thing, strike it through with a satisfying cross. Decide to do another thing off the new list.
9.00am Have now done two things off the new list, pleased with myself for an excellent start so decide to celebrate with a cuppa.
9.15am Am sick of tea. Realise that new list mostly consists of household chores and nothing that will get me any closer to my target of getting signed to a major record label by the end of today, decide to put a wash on and then get down to some serious shit.
10.00am Open up songbook. It is a pristine bound, heavy papered book designed to inspire, that I found in the bank. Feel like John Lennon must have as he sat down to write Imagine.
10.03am Am too scared to write in new songbook in case the song is rubbish.
10.45am Still sat cradling songbook, haven't managed to pen anything yet but am getting used to the idea of another cuppa.
11.00am Make another cuppa, decide I'd rather drink sour dogs milk than have another one after this and that it will defo be my last before that number 1 record pops out.
11.45am Have now given up on writing songs for today, put another wash on, take recycling, unload and reload dishwasher.
That's where I'm up to for today, there are still 5 hours left before I get to leave the office - at least the commute isn't too bad.
So what will I be doing with all this time? Hopefully I'll get over the first day nerves fairly sharpish and be able to write and record lots of new material which will be appearing on MySpace and available to download via numerous online music stores - a boy's got to eat you know! Be doing plenty of this kind of thing, new podcasts, more gigs (sometime soon we'll be at a place near you), more photos, more tea, housework, managing the band, selling songs, selling myself and deciding on whether facial hair is absolutely necessary when trying to become an artist.
Love to you all and keep in touch, I could do with the company.
posted by the MüVs at 12:16 pm
3 Comments:
I've fixed your spelling mistakes -now get on with some work xxx
Day tea, I mean two!
It's great how washing the pots and putting a load in the washing machine can look like a days hard labour.
Must dash, the kettles just boiled...
Well as first days go that one wasn't too bad! All that Dishwashing, Ironing, Vacuuming, Organising, Recycling, Cooking and Endless cuppas obviously gave you the inspiration for a new song!!! :) And it's a great song, so no worries about spoiling your lovely new notebook! :)
PS: Good tip - use a pencil, then if the song is rubbish you can rub it out and start again! ;)
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