RomanticismRefined

The meaning behind these two songs stems back to a trip I took with friends up to Bristol. A friend and I both got ended up in a strangers house party and took some stuff and ended up being ‘intoxicated’. My song ‘Wonderland Part 1’ is basically my words and how I felt about the whole situation, I set it out as though my friend, who took WAY too many ‘intoxicating things’ was trying her best to get down the Rabbit hole and end up in Wonderland (you’ll understand what I mean when I actually post the song). And the meaning behind my current song that I keep posting - ‘Wonderland Part 2’ is about the chaos that happened to both of us that night, after the ‘things’ took hold. We were all alone, in some strange city, miles and miles from home, both scared out of our wits and completely out of control of our bodies and minds. I tried to get the sense of ‘chaos’ and ‘random’ through this song and I am pretty proud how it came out in the end, especially because I used the simple technique of reversing the entire track to get the feel.

I just need to record the ‘first part’ to the story now, it’s completely different, but it’s basically my words on that night, and I guess ‘Wonderland Part 2’ is my state of mind that night.

I just felt like explaining it all because these two songs mean something to me and I’m pretty proud of them, as I’ve said and I just want you to know my story and influence for them both.

‘Wonderland Part 1’ will be coming within a week!

I don’t know if I’ve mentioned before, but I work in a Social club, it’s more or less a Working Men’s club, y’know, one of those types of places. My bosses (married couple) are the Steward and Stewardess of the club, they are not in charge however - it is run by a committee.

My bosses have gone on holiday, they are back in the UK now though, (they rung me today to ask if the club has been run down into the ground during the time they were away). They went for two weeks and have had two members of the committee run it for the past two weeks.

Before they had even left, I had been told rumours that the committee aren’t best pleased with them, no reasons why, the gossipers didn’t have anything to back up their claims when I quizzed them. So anyway, the committee members were in charge. The first day, one of them came up to me, more or less shaking with rage:

“How long have these small Orange Juices been in the fridge?!”
“Uh, I dunno”
“Check the date!”
“….Says December 09”
“Exactly! Jesus Christ, Margaret and Mick haven’t checked the stock in fucking ages! Useless!”

That small Orange juice was roughly 17 days ‘off’, no one would have cared. That was the start of it all.

Basically they dug and dug and dug for anything that resembled ‘dirt’ on my two bosses, who are probably the loveliest bosses anyone could ever ask for, I tried my best to censor whatever I said, because I knew that if it came to it, he would drop me into it without hesitation, which started to really get to him. My co-workers (who also hated him) came up and told me that they overheard him numerous times bitching about me, saying

*quote*

“I swear, I feel like fucking smacking him, why is he protecting them?!”

He is trying to get my bosses sacked for no reason, he has some sort of beef with them that no one seems to be aware of except me and my co-workers. We think he’s doing it just because he wants to run the bar, and believe me, he can’t run it for shit. I had to pick up the pieces after him, fix things he did HIS way, which was the WRONG way. He can’t even pull pints right for fucks sake! Come on, that’s like the rudimentary requirements for someone in charge of a bar!

As the two weeks passed, more and more digging, more and more lying, more and more bitching occurred.

And tonight (Sunday night), as I finished off my shift, we shook hands, both gritting our teeth, saying the likes of “It’s been a pleasure” and as I said “I’ll see you soon then.” hoping this was the last time we saw each other. He sniggered and said “Yeah, it’ll probably be sooner than you think!”

Basically, we all think that he is going to try his utmost to get my bosses sacked, he’s a scumbag, goodnight. x.

For Christmas, I got given a record player and a nice, big, proper keyboard. Since then, I have just been fiddling around and playing with the both of then.

Tonight was the night I started creating by first ‘official’ song on the piano!

I’ve named it ‘Paris on the Radio’ and for some reason, that title really sticks in my head, I love it.

..Since I last logged into this Tumblr malarky. The reason why I stopped posting, let alone logging in, was because I didn’t have anyone really following me, which in turn didn’t help my egotistical ways, which made me think this whole thing was pointless. So I decided to start getting myself following a large number of people, which in turn may have them follow me. I followed people which fell into my category and general wavelength, but then it all got a bit too Myspace-y for me then. Many, many fucking pictures posted of things,which at first are cool, but after a while, the repeat of the same generic high contrast/black and white photographs start to really ‘choke my goat’ [seriously just came up with that mid-type, not bad though] Not to mention the constant rebliggibg of shifty sentimental pictures or sayings

Basically, that is why I got so ruddy bored of blogging, and now I want to have another crack at it after seeing someone I follow on twitter’s most recent blog post. But it is more than likely that I will drop it again after a week or so.

There is a couple from Swansea on, more specifically, the woman screaming her head off takes the same bus as my sister.

Watching these scumbags make me feel wrong to be from around these parts…

I am digging
The Temper Trap - Sweet Disposition
right now

I think I’m gonna go learn Sexy Sadie by the greatest band in the world EVAR - The Beatles on acoustic gutair, I don’t know why, I just feel like that mood right now.

=]

If that’s your state of mind about me, I don’t think I can be bothered to try and make ammends anymore, talk about overreacting…