Check. Please. Balls.


I’m a big fan of finding a gem of a song. Particularly if it’s a mostly unknown beast. Although I won’t lie. At times, I like to keep them a secret. Shh. Unleash during a DJig perhaps. Dodging and ducking trainspotters. Out with their phones. Ready to scribble down. Which song? This song? Or the one before? Not too sure really. I just played it? Ehh, not too sure. Shhecret on. Holding back. Initially at least. Another thing I might’ve unintentionally been holding back on lately, is how much fun it is to live in LA. Keeping the floodgates a tad tapered. Letting name-dropping fans down. Instead highlighting any and all obstacles, chasms, mountains or struggles I have been rollerblading through. The last four days have fully reminded me how much fun it is to live here. Big bucket full of fun. Continue Reading »


Rain Drops!


Lately I’ve been reminded of a certain trend in the blogaruu. Recent posts such as ‘Toe-Knee! Tow-Me! Eh, Tony!’ have refreshed my memory of the this trend. Which is… the more bad things that happen to me, the more people read the blog. And, more importantly, it seems these stories are enjoyed far more. Stories of my demise. Of my failure. Of my broken something or other. Another thing, apparently, is that posts filled with gibberish or ramblings of some kind, such as ‘Mandatory Man-Dates’ are preferred to posts detailing certain events that I may have been at. So, with those two nuggets of information in mind, I think I may have a bit of bad news for you. You might not enjoy this. Apologies. Reason being, this weekend was pretty unreal. Surreal. Funreal. Real good. Reeling in the years. Real on! All the reals. It. Was. Un. Real. Continue Reading »