Planned Exhibition in Bogart's Bar, Worthing

right, i have a bunch of amazing companions whom i used to put on raves with, they live in a bungalow in Sunny Worthing by the coast. They are not only true dear friends, they are also all creatively gifted and live an admirably free and independent way, with social convention more or less having been reconstructed for the better and the good. anyway, i digress.

the point is that they and i consider ourselves artists, but what with one thing and another haven't pulled our finger's out and put on a show for some time. So we decided it was high time this was remedied.

i knocked up a poster, have an initial agreement with the venue and keep trying to write a press release... I think I'll take some press shots next weekend and get a contact at the Worthing Herald... it should be good: 4 artists, a collection of paintings and prints, a bit of sculpture, a few djs in the bar next door, some video projections, maybe some poetry if my friend has her way...nice start to the summer if you ask me.

It nice to have goals, that's what I reckon anyway.

alright you bunch of imaginary audience members, I hope you enjoy reading this with your non-existent faces...

I'm trying to work out what this blog is about, apart from to salve my feelings of inadequacy and a life wasted by the age of 27. I thought initially I could do it about VJing - being on the road, dealing with promoters and the dreaded lighting jockeys and bad food and drugs and mud and alleyways...

But I’ve kind of chilled out on that, as I wasn't getting enough money to realistically sustain both it and a half decent quality of life. And i like making and eating home-cooked healthy tasty food. So yeah, that. I missed that.

So I bailed out of the rock 'n' roll lifestyle in '07 and got a 'nice stable job' in a big bad corporation who tried to destroy my very soul and enslave me into their ranks among the other crushed beings, devoid of hope or aspiration, merely glad to not be killed off by the powers that be in yet another horrible yet routine blood-bath.

I must be the only person who actually quit a good solid job with a future right in the middle of the recession. But... I’m vain, I like looking at my reflection, and I was getting bored of bursting into tears and angrily ranting at myself for being a total fucking sell-out every time I did.

So here I am. Making a blog, the most futile of modern futilities, and trying to work out what it will contain. I have a lot to say, I just don’t want this to carry on being a meandering waffle, I want it to have focus and drive, so when people come and check it out, they know vaguely what they'll get, rather than just any random thoughts I decide to shit on you.

But knowing what to write kind of needs an audience, and I don’t have one. So. waffle it is, until I get an email saying "that thing you wrote about tying string to a bumblebee out of the fridge and taking it for a walk was fantastic" at which point it will become a pet insect blog or something.

Really though it'll be about: art, gigging, promotion, art, drugs, society and other such musings. You lucky people x

erm...and erm... a witty signing off thing! Blame Niti, she distracted me.

Was deep inside some music when the beat

and frequency appropriated my arm to convert themselves from audio to visual. When i awoke from my possessed, hypnotic state i had made some marks... a little later i reiterated them on overlayed paper, added detail, brought it into the real...a little later i scanned them and technology was allowed to pervert their purity and realign the two visions i had produced.

This was the result.

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So...obligatory slightly apprehensive first post... it's been a fucked up year and a half.

After some random personal shit left me bemused and confused, i ended up working for a multinational corporation making websites for the bank of England. FAIL! as soon as i realise where I'd ended up in the name of stability, i ran like the wind...unfortunately by the time the 3 month notice was up, the economy was double fucked.

so here i am -  doing the odd bit of freelance graphics, trying to get some VJ gigs lined up, and generally enjoying the sunshine and getting up at 11am instead of 7. for a limited time only. i dint have enough self-discipline to be proper freelance, i think. i need someone next to me to encourage and help and tell me I'm not just faffing about in some room with a laptop. one day. right now, i just want a job that uses photoshop. if i could buy a round for the programmers who made that shit, I'd do it in a second.

i went for a wander by my lonesome yesterday... it's a beautiful world out there