Blogging might really be Magick (the K is to ward off evil spirits.)

So, the last post done and awaiting comment from my stalwart reader, I went about my business, of doing nothing and hoping things would then happen by Magick(see above), when they did, and now, not fully sure of how or why but truly grateful, I'm on tour around Ireland with a band. Sweet. I'm touring with a young man by the name of Kiernan McMullen, a tasty little singer songwriter with a hell of a live act, he has a bassist and a drummer with him already and he asked me to sit in with them and be the second voice and the guitar, to which I said, "Hell Yeah" then apologised for loosing my cool and calmly said, " I'll check and see if I'm free." Kiernan and I go back a ways, nearly 6 years at this stage so we have played together a lot, I taught him how to play 9th chords and was a voice on the path of jazz for him (his words, I just agree and like telling people), we have jammed together for at least a million hours, over the 6 years and would have seen each other nearly every day for a lot of that seeing as how we went to school together. So far we've done 2 gigs of the tour, one with just the two of us down in Cork and one as the Band in Galway, both gigs were new and kinda fun but there is some tightening of the bolts required and tightened they shall be damn it, but for what they were I think they went well I have to say. We're playing in Kilkenny this weekend and then there are many more gigs after that around the place but I will keep people informed as to the progress. I would tell people to check the Kiernan out on myspace but genuinely I don't think the recording do him justice, he is really great live and its a pleasure to play with him. Really there is no other news, I would just like to thank anyone who busted out some prayers for me over the last few weeks, this is not the biggest thing in the world, but it is big for me and its nice and comfy as well, so thanks. I'm still looking for more people to play with as the experience and the money would be much needed but hey I'm chuffed at the starting of things. God Bless

Making music for movies.

This post must begin with a full frontal apology. Leili I am truly sorry that I didn't inform you of my visit to the U.S. Of A., and I am also sorry that since you have not made your profile public I don't know which Leili you are, although I'm guessing that it is the Leili who studied global prosperity for a long ass time. And if it is you, I am sorry again, I shoulda hollah'd at ya homie. and If its not Leili T then comment again and let me know that it is you who deserves a cup of tea and a how are ya. Well it seems that the Lord did not reserve the previously mentioned job for me, and to be honest I'm grateful, the only thing good about it was that it came with a qualification at the end of it, but the awful money for the hours, and the fact that I would be surrounded by B.S. all day made it really unappealing, however it was a steady job and paycheck with a qualification at the end of it. I have always known that I wanted to be a musician, not a starving artist who wants to change the world through music, some one who makes music and makes a living form making music, a session musician; one who plays music for people who need it played, like singers and people who don't play themselves but need my skills for some reason. However this is a tough game to get into and I'm not sure how to go about it, so if anyone has any advice share let me hear it, or even better if anyone has any gigs I'll take them. I'm setting up a website and getting a portfolio together to make this happen and just to say it out loud I want to end up making music for movies and cartoons (I did actually say it aloud I typed it, so don't call me a liar.) Things are still quiet on the home front except for a gig in Cork on Sunday with Kiernan, its a session musician gig, in that I'm playing Kiernans stuff with him and getting paid for it, hopefully I can use that to start stuff going. I'm going to take some photos of "where I live" at the behest of Ms. Tyson, so fear not Milly, there will be manys the "rustic scene" and "portrait of Modern Ireland" to stoke your romantic ideas of my homeland. So this is me signing off for now, I enjoyed that post I must say. I love the self gratification of blogging, its a good excuse for the modern man to introspect and then post it for all the world to see. Its very gratifying to be that vain and think and talk of only one's self, I do find it therapeutic. God Bless and a Happy Naw Ruz to you all.

So... a really honest one... to vent i suppose..

Warning, whinging and regret venting ahead!!! Proceed at own risk!! There is a point after which your own toolishness can only amaze, and its always after this point, when you have to dig yourself out of your own hole, that this becomes apparent. Still jobless, well waiting on job stuff to work out, I have come to the realization that I have been running from a good thing for a really long time and now that really good thing is gone. While in the Holy Land, I had a minor freak out and this led me to make a terrible decision, which was breaking up with the greatest girl I know, (sorry Jordan, you're lovely but well... you're a man, no matter what you may think.) Having been regretting it ever since, I had planned to come back and work stuff out, but now as it happens she is going out with a really nice bloke (said in truth). I don't really want to whinge to much about this but none of my friends at home read this so I won't have to put up with to much from it so its OK and I needed to get that out. Call it a confession if you will but keeping stuff like that in hurts and admittance is the first step toward recovery apparently, I'm not sure if there is a 12 step program for being stupid but I assume they translate across issues... So now I am alone and jobless... fun. I find out about a potential job on Monday and that'll help, only if I get it obviously, but hey, I'm being proactive. The previously mentioned gig has since passed and did so without major rumblings, I just don't like playing my own stuff on stage, I know I am as boisterous as one can be, but it just feels bad, end of story. I love playing with other folk and working on their songs but I'm just not up for the solo singer songwriter thing. On the positive side, all my homies are good, and the great gaping void that I thought would be left between me and folk from the B dubya C is not there. The source of much smiles and happiness, facebook is great, so's skype, aw hell even msn has its good points. So for all the ladies out there let this be a validation of everything you have thought of men for years, most men are not as silly and wussy as me but still there are some of us, and on our own heads be it, most of the time we don't end up losing our best friends and the person we love in the one package but hey, I like to push the envelope in all my doings. If your gonna do something wrong, do it right huh? I suffer under no illusion that this current state of affairs will last, a job will come and the world will turn, but I'm gonna be dealing with this one for a long time... God I'm such a wuss, look and me moaning like a fish wife. Only thing that makes this OK in my head is that I'm not forcing this on anyone. YOU CHOSE TO READ THIS, AND YOU CAN'T UNREAD IT HAHAHAHA!!!. I'm not sure if I'm going to post again for a little while, this still feels like staying in my head to much and that is a dangerous thing, but as I have said in the past I do really enjoy this so we'll see. I will however definitely update on the job thing and any other changes for the...Better? I hope so anyway. God Bless. P.S. The drum and bass its whats keeping me alive right now, God bless these saw band bass lines and life giving beats.

And after that...

Having languished in the post BWC depression for about as long as I can cope with and realizing that every decision I made there is not infallible simply because it was made there, I am starting, I think, to actually move into something that, while it may or may not work, is at the very least, a movement, a reaction it may be but hopefully the momentum will be enough to... I dunno, change something. Tomorrow night, the first day of the fast no less, I have my first gig in limerick in well over 18 months and I am crazily nervous... crazily. All I can do is play, and see what happens. In theory I have 2 tours coming up around Ireland at least but if all goes perfectly it'll be 3 and if not, as the pessimist in me is leaning towards there shall be no touring. I shall simply have to wait, or act really, and see where that goes. And if that turns out to be nowhere, I suppose I can always go back to the theatre, my first love...(sigh) I wish all engaged in our fast a spiritually fruitful 19 days, and a belated happy Ayyam-i-ha. For those of you doing it for the first time; use it, think while you are doing it about why you are doing it, and stay strong in the face of the sandwich and the coffee that you will get offered by friends and family not doing the fast, and remember that they are only doing it to be nice. While it may be insensitive, it is still a nice gesture. God bless. ( posted from my lounge on march 1st 2007)

Ok so, here's how it al went down...

I left the Bwc having used up all the ceremony at the wedding, and so goodbyes said, I waited in dispatch with no one around for about 30 mins while I waited for my ride to Ben Gurion Airport: The lift came and I went and in truth, that's it. I felt the plane take off in Israel and felt it land in London and my experience of the most blessed spot was over... Yeah. I arrived to my home and saw a young man standing where my little brother should be, when he hit me and said "where the fuck were you." I knew it was him and my year away had given him some time to have a growth spurt. We ate as a family, roast chiken and Irish potatoes, and just kicked it for a few days before I rushed off to the Airport to go to NEBY and really that's where it gets interesting. I got bounced from one canceled flight in London to the next and just when I had given up I got a late ass flight to JFK. I will never again fly American Airlines, it was by no means worth it, luggage lost no help and genuinely verging on aggressive. I ended up stuck out side grand central station at 2:30 in the morning and was accosted for money and freezing my ass off with nothing more than the coat on my back and a copy of "God passes by", oh yeah and like 1000 dollars. So I head into a Mickey D's to stay warm and wait for the metro north which doesn't run till 5 in the morning and get a cup of coffee, as I stand just out side the door having a smoke a black Sedan pulls up and the driver asks where I need to get to, I tell him Stamford and ask to see his Limo License. Needless to say he gets me to the hotel and the conference and Money changes hands, and, tired freezing and nearly in tears I stumble into the hotel and get my room and go to bed. The conference was... a conference, fun and insightful some times and a little boring at others, no Wetlands, but a good effort no less. It was during the conference that I met Joe, Joe is a new Baha'i from Dublin who declared in new york and who still lives there, for the time being at least. Joe convinces me to stay in new york for a few extra days and we had many an adventure. I attended a devotional, played at an open mic in the Baha'i center and saw a lot of the sights.We bought a guitar and to round off the tale of adventure, i was taken to the airport in a stretch limo... That's right a fucking Stretch. This story is better told in person and as such I shall leave it there and be thankful of all that happened. Till next we speak. (posted from my house in limerick, 23/feb/2007)

New begining and newer news..

So... I am at a loss as to how to proceed with this post, apart from stating that God is truly good and I am truly blessed beyond all reason and rhyme. I understand that it has been a while since last we spoke and I am loathe to bore you with all the deatails of my adventure, the word used in the truest sense, and since it is an ongoing adventure I feel it would be better spoken of from home, from base, from a space where I may order my thoughts. Sufficed to say, I am alive and having a great laugh. I hope this may tide you over gentle reader, untill time and stillness afford a better post, worthy of fine people like yourselves ( he adds the plural form in blind optimism and hope). So be well gentle reader , be safe and may kinde angels tend to thee. ( Poseted from Joe's falt in Battery Park, New York City. Feb 22 2007)

Well... thats it I suppose.

Its 7:52 in the morning and I'm waiting to board my flight to London in Tel Aviv Air port. The fact that I'm online, on my own laptop is truly amazing to me, and frankly that's all I have to say about the leaving so far. I spent my last night running from flat to flat in the pissing Haifa rain, and I've been going since 9 yesterday morning. Clorins wedding to Jarad was really beautiful, and warm and all the things a wedding should be, neither of them seemed nervous or worried just really happy to be getting it done, to be as one unit, it was something special to be a part of. There are pictures and they shall be posted. Sorry for the abruptness of the post but I'm really tired and I'm talking to folk online (this Internet thing is really fantastic) so I'm gonna write back again when I'm settled in the place of my parents, not home anymore I think but where they are I'm happy.