Boards of Canada

So I crossed the border into Canada yesterday; slightly unnerved by the fact I had no visa, but joyous to find that Canadians are actually so relaxed they are likely to fall over at any point. Visa? Pah.

Victoria, the capital of BC was our first stop and a ferry ride from Vancouver. It is a beautiful place….the air rich with thick pine and every inch of rolling land covered in age old trees. In the morning, the tranquility at the port was so intense that it felt like is was running through your blood. I was tranfixed.

And now I am in Vancouver. I have no inspiration today, and nothing that I want to note. There is no view. And rain. Rain!

Fake Tales of San Francisco

So here I am in my hotel in San Francisco. Glued to CNN and the deranged circus that is the commentary on Michael Jackson's death. The horrendously invasive media impeached and berated him for his entire life. I don't think I am required to add anything about this sorrowful and controversial character, or pass judgments on what he did or didn't do. The only thing I am sure of is that he was the music my childhood. He made me dance around my front room whilst my mum did the ironing on a Sunday afternoon. That's what matters to me.

So, this is like my first proper post.

Been in LA with Matthew, Joe and Paul BBYCKS omfgzzzzzzzz for the past few days. Stayed in Hollywood where a disproportionately large amount of homeless people traipse over streets paved with the worship of multimillion pound celebrities. It's an unnerving juxtaposition of glamour and deep dark looming sadness. I like very little about it. But being with the boys before they head of to Warped was shits and giggles. We ate burritos, fiercely debated the representation of women's bodies in the middle of Hooters, and drank $8 jack and cokes in a bar that was supposed to have trees inside it. To be honest, it could very well have been full of trees.....and monkeys, and pirate ships for that matter. That Mexican lager blurred my memory somewhat. Good times.

So that was LA, and continuing on in the Golden state I'm now in San Francisco. At the infamous Grove Inn where we stayed in March. Crazy Claus the owner has already had us talking for hours about 60s psych bands and guitar manufacturers. Cripes, I don't think I can face him again at breakfast. Already been to Papalotes, the finest burrito place in town. Tomorrow they rehearse, I go down to Amoeba and spend my PDs on Radiohead records. Hard life.

For now I'm gonna watch Breakfast Club and sleep off the JD flu. Molly always helps with hangovers.

When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend

So here is my blog....To be honest I have only started it coz Joe has one, and I always have to challenge Joseph Michael Michael Ogden at everything. The results are that I normally win.

Also as a side note, my childish musings will mostly be documented in the manner in which I speak, resulting in ridiculous over-punctuation, poor grammar and a tendency to swear like a 50 year old drunk in a bookies. I'm like Lambrini without the white stilettos. Disclaimer over.

So challenge-Ogden aside, I actually think this blog thing might be a winner. I mean, not for anyone reading it, but for myself.....This year, the longest time that I have consecutively been in Manchester is about 3 weeks. Mental. Soooooo much touring and very little documenting of anything that I have done. So here it is. My life, in arial 12, on the Mac that my fingers are glued to for 18 hours a day. Maybe if I can write it, read it and file it neatly, I can make more sense of it. Or at the very least, remember some of it.

This is like Twitter. But for people with larger attention spans. And gobs. I definitely I have one of these, so who knows, I could be on to a winner.......