tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315352441714988782024-03-14T02:36:52.426-07:00jamie lostprophetsJamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12413116497407636966noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831535244171498878.post-9118892641276820662012-01-22T14:41:00.001-08:002012-01-22T14:42:04.593-08:00YOOOOOOOOO!168 followers on here. Pop on over to my new blog, this one is going to become inactive. Go GO GO GO GO GO GO!!!!!!!!<br />
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www.blog.richardjoliver.comJamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12413116497407636966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831535244171498878.post-91136621772991687372012-01-16T03:33:00.001-08:002012-01-16T03:33:39.524-08:00Hello Beautiful Followers<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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</div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12413116497407636966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831535244171498878.post-87199349285617525552011-11-06T18:07:00.000-08:002011-11-06T18:07:19.857-08:00New Website and Blog pending!!!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Just in the process of creating a website that will link all my social media together. This blog may or may not survive in its current form, I may get a new one but would love to take you all over with me. The new blog will be constantly updated by me and my people and and way more constant. I do apologize for leaving it for so long. When the new site is up, my blog will be my day to day communication with the world, and I am excited to share my thoughts, idea's and visuals with you.<br />
Stay posted, I mean to have this up and running in the next month.<br />
Cheers for your patience.<br />
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Jamie</div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12413116497407636966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831535244171498878.post-82241992108626215612011-04-19T12:38:00.000-07:002011-04-19T12:40:38.530-07:00Is it wrong that I stole...a picture of myself from someone else on the internet to use as my header?<div>I mean who owns the copy-write to a picture of my own head?</div><div>anyway, this is just a test to get warmed up. more to follow later. Stay frosty.</div><div><br /></div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12413116497407636966noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831535244171498878.post-9942036678103370732009-11-09T03:52:00.001-08:002009-11-09T05:59:42.783-08:00A Day In the Life of.....(me of course). A photographic memoir of Reading/Leeds Festival 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgTWfz9i9I/AAAAAAAAATE/_JmF7nVMMLo/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of1.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgTWfz9i9I/AAAAAAAAATE/_JmF7nVMMLo/s200/day+in+the+life+of1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402089030248401874" /></a>Yuck..hate waking up. kick start the heart with hotel instant coffee, not ideal but will do<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgTV6pRB6I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Bntgwr9nU5A/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of2.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgTV6pRB6I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Bntgwr9nU5A/s200/day+in+the+life+of2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402089020271429538" /></a><br /></div><div>shower.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgTV1gYvuI/AAAAAAAAAS0/qEqJ8RTFIZw/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of3.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgTV1gYvuI/AAAAAAAAAS0/qEqJ8RTFIZw/s200/day+in+the+life+of3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402089018892009186" /></a>footwear, best place to start at the foundation, build it up from there. Dr Martens originals in red, can't go wrong.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgS1VJyJUI/AAAAAAAAASs/fa_U4QMrPvM/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of4.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgS1VJyJUI/AAAAAAAAASs/fa_U4QMrPvM/s200/day+in+the+life+of4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402088460451456322" /></a>...but where to go next? empty bag, panic, lobby call approaching aarrgh!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgS0znU7fI/AAAAAAAAASk/jLeORA_JoPs/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of5.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgS0znU7fI/AAAAAAAAASk/jLeORA_JoPs/s200/day+in+the+life+of5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402088451448565234" /></a>Ok, grey Fred perry, nice. do hair. looking good.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgS0hpmbNI/AAAAAAAAASc/f7AoSMOdPpw/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of6.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgS0hpmbNI/AAAAAAAAASc/f7AoSMOdPpw/s200/day+in+the+life+of6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402088446626262226" /></a>grab a few hobnobs for breakfast, always worth having a bedside pack of hobnobs for those midnight emergencies. ha</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgS0jIc5RI/AAAAAAAAASU/654DvTJyI2U/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of7.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgS0jIc5RI/AAAAAAAAASU/654DvTJyI2U/s200/day+in+the+life+of7.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402088447024096530" /></a>Hobnobs immediately made me feel fat, had a freak out threw my clothes on the floor in a tantrum and sit and sulk for a bit before starting again. what a big girls blouse eh?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgS0V1kHBI/AAAAAAAAASM/saY0aQ7agCg/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of8.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgS0V1kHBI/AAAAAAAAASM/saY0aQ7agCg/s200/day+in+the+life+of8.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402088443455216658" /></a>Struggle with my cases and Mikes cases cos last night he jumped in a cab to the airport because his wife went into labor and he unfortunately will miss the shows. gutted but happy for them. how the hell am I gonna carry all this shit downstairs?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgSEQTNTiI/AAAAAAAAASE/2IiapfOHk8Y/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of9.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgSEQTNTiI/AAAAAAAAASE/2IiapfOHk8Y/s200/day+in+the+life+of9.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402087617335217698" /></a>Finally, sweating and in the elevator. nobody answered their phone to help me carry the bags...shitty friends! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgSEBjfN4I/AAAAAAAAAR8/ytkNLBoeROs/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of10.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgSEBjfN4I/AAAAAAAAAR8/ytkNLBoeROs/s200/day+in+the+life+of10.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402087613376968578" /></a>Bus parked outside hotel. i'm early so i get to choose a decent bunk.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgSD54pOGI/AAAAAAAAAR0/txb3ThZMYDQ/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of12.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgSD54pOGI/AAAAAAAAAR0/txb3ThZMYDQ/s200/day+in+the+life+of12.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402087611318220898" /></a>Keith our tour manager and Doof our front of house sound engineer, up early and ready as always.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgSDiv5FOI/AAAAAAAAARs/Oxgy25Gw6cE/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of13.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgSDiv5FOI/AAAAAAAAARs/Oxgy25Gw6cE/s200/day+in+the+life+of13.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402087605107496162" /></a>Upstairs on the Bus, bunkalicious!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgSDXaPOqI/AAAAAAAAARk/lnAKbaz9Ar0/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of14.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 80px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgSDXaPOqI/AAAAAAAAARk/lnAKbaz9Ar0/s200/day+in+the+life+of14.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402087602063882914" /></a>Crew guy spread out all over the back lounge, p45 in the post mate </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgRTc0zJTI/AAAAAAAAARc/l390ZJuLuxQ/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of15.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgRTc0zJTI/AAAAAAAAARc/l390ZJuLuxQ/s200/day+in+the+life+of15.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402086778883745074" /></a>Waiting for Ian. the story of our lives.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgRSkgxRuI/AAAAAAAAARU/a3ohNUbIJZM/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of16.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgRSkgxRuI/AAAAAAAAARU/a3ohNUbIJZM/s200/day+in+the+life+of16.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402086763767351010" /></a>Decide to go and pester some of the other guys who were up early and got brekkie. tour manager tells us ian hasn't started to pack yet so i have time for some food....maybe the only food i'll get today so I take advantage of it, also being a Veggie can get tricky sometimes, not always easy to get a meal on tour.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgRSFTQdNI/AAAAAAAAARM/ZcUNtcJppEU/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of17.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgRSFTQdNI/AAAAAAAAARM/ZcUNtcJppEU/s200/day+in+the+life+of17.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402086755389174994" /></a>orange juice. Sean my mate grabbed the camera for a bit.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgRRx8Co6I/AAAAAAAAARE/ve3xCRpSiYM/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of18.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgRRx8Co6I/AAAAAAAAARE/ve3xCRpSiYM/s200/day+in+the+life+of18.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402086750191526818" /></a>Keith having a yawn and showing early signs of anxiety due to leadsinger syndrome.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgRRSEOnwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/DZMdYNrnSB4/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of19.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgRRSEOnwI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/DZMdYNrnSB4/s200/day+in+the+life+of19.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402086741635931906" /></a>full veggie breakfast! mmmmm!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgOLC3_HjI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/UQyl5bkC3Jo/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of21.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgOLC3_HjI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/UQyl5bkC3Jo/s200/day+in+the+life+of21.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402083335943953970" /></a>Ian arrives. at last.</div><div>Looking sharp, at least the time he put in he came up with the goods. ha</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgOK_qyDJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/yFsMZ32xsng/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of23.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgOK_qyDJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/yFsMZ32xsng/s200/day+in+the+life+of23.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402083335083265170" /></a>jocko's gone straight to his bunk and asleep, until i blast a flash in his face...what are friends for eh?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgOKwd5RDI/AAAAAAAAAQk/rdbkUYZGPEk/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of24.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgOKwd5RDI/AAAAAAAAAQk/rdbkUYZGPEk/s200/day+in+the+life+of24.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402083331002680370" /></a>do they?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgOKgW-FMI/AAAAAAAAAQc/weYGWGziTNg/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of25.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgOKgW-FMI/AAAAAAAAAQc/weYGWGziTNg/s200/day+in+the+life+of25.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402083326678668482" /></a>shot of doof hard at work front of house. good perspective.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgOKcX0fUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/1YRbOf-M3AU/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of27.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgOKcX0fUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/1YRbOf-M3AU/s200/day+in+the+life+of27.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402083325608492354" /></a>bit of the new family guy on the laptop. can't beat it. bus is on route to festival.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgMh8BUBQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/6qOY4s0KCjQ/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of28.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgMh8BUBQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/6qOY4s0KCjQ/s200/day+in+the+life+of28.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402081530217760002" /></a>pick my bunk looks clean enough, no suspicious stains on the walls or ceilings. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgMhqNFRhI/AAAAAAAAAQE/pPJ1GY0NMF4/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of29.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgMhqNFRhI/AAAAAAAAAQE/pPJ1GY0NMF4/s200/day+in+the+life+of29.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402081525435287058" /></a>climb in for a nap. very comfy for a small guy like me.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgMhSMVYbI/AAAAAAAAAP8/9TytQQkt02s/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of30.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgMhSMVYbI/AAAAAAAAAP8/9TytQQkt02s/s200/day+in+the+life+of30.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402081518989697458" /></a>Jocko gets up and we have a fight.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgMhOOjiuI/AAAAAAAAAP0/LIcm8oQE8y4/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of31.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgMhOOjiuI/AAAAAAAAAP0/LIcm8oQE8y4/s200/day+in+the+life+of31.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402081517925272290" /></a>stop at the services, to have a wash and a poo. not me of course, I'm like the queen, I don't poo or fart.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgMg9Y-gcI/AAAAAAAAAPs/_k3DVXXn8so/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of32.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgMg9Y-gcI/AAAAAAAAAPs/_k3DVXXn8so/s200/day+in+the+life+of32.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402081513405579714" /></a>Jocko practices hygiene, also washing your hands is way to avoid getting a cold when cramped on a bus with ill people. Doesn't always work though. (irrelevant fact #1)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgKuWvhknI/AAAAAAAAAPk/bP16TKGnWnU/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of34.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgKuWvhknI/AAAAAAAAAPk/bP16TKGnWnU/s200/day+in+the+life+of34.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402079544526082674" /></a>Take over the services. I guess we don't look like the friendliest bunch of dudes in a big gang like this, but we're all nice enough underneath the tough exterior.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgKuFI3oVI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Gz75jKyldo8/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of35.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgKuFI3oVI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Gz75jKyldo8/s200/day+in+the+life+of35.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402079539800547666" /></a>Ian.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgKt44VZjI/AAAAAAAAAPU/uRg8esrAPbQ/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of37.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgKt44VZjI/AAAAAAAAAPU/uRg8esrAPbQ/s200/day+in+the+life+of37.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402079536509969970" /></a>Back on the bus, ians getting ready to do a dj-ing set. Someone gets roped into doing some mc-ing, this is all a little over my head so i stay out of it. "Got my brass knuckles hanging from my neck and my chain"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgKthd56xI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sQ1yOGWcbTE/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of38.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgKthd56xI/AAAAAAAAAPM/sQ1yOGWcbTE/s200/day+in+the+life+of38.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402079530225101586" /></a>Planning something, wish he was as enthusiastic about time keeping as he was Dj-ing. haha.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgKtfLIbxI/AAAAAAAAAPE/aaNj5Toqc9U/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of39.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgKtfLIbxI/AAAAAAAAAPE/aaNj5Toqc9U/s200/day+in+the+life+of39.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402079529609490194" /></a>Kitted up for IBIZA.</div><div>Sculls-R-us</div><div>Whistle posse!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgJbLf-NbI/AAAAAAAAAO8/f0sR2JLw6e0/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of40.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgJbLf-NbI/AAAAAAAAAO8/f0sR2JLw6e0/s200/day+in+the+life+of40.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402078115578918322" /></a>Arrivez, There's the tent from the perspective of a dozing dog</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgJakoEQiI/AAAAAAAAAO0/t2OIP3yBBBg/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of41.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgJakoEQiI/AAAAAAAAAO0/t2OIP3yBBBg/s200/day+in+the+life+of41.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402078105143886370" /></a>"excuse me, where's the NME/Radio 1 stage?"</div><div>duh</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgJamgXZvI/AAAAAAAAAOs/WuXCBY4K8Lo/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of42.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgJamgXZvI/AAAAAAAAAOs/WuXCBY4K8Lo/s200/day+in+the+life+of42.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402078105648457458" /></a>Go and see what the inside looks like. Nice, start to get amped to play.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgJaBKRLnI/AAAAAAAAAOc/O6_nwOXonJ0/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of44.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgJaBKRLnI/AAAAAAAAAOc/O6_nwOXonJ0/s200/day+in+the+life+of44.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402078095623663218" /></a>Start the tedious game of waiting to perform, super excited, but got a while before we go on so try and keep busy by practicing my blue steel to calm the nerves.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgIS55EZOI/AAAAAAAAAOU/3GLXARZOY-8/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of45.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgIS55EZOI/AAAAAAAAAOU/3GLXARZOY-8/s200/day+in+the+life+of45.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402076873901761762" /></a>Catering put on a wicked spread, loads of veggie food too.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgISjXLE2I/AAAAAAAAAOM/kPHwzdH-HLY/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of46.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgISjXLE2I/AAAAAAAAAOM/kPHwzdH-HLY/s200/day+in+the+life+of46.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402076867854013282" /></a>Opt for tons of pasta so i can get the energy to go mental tonight.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgISe-xV9I/AAAAAAAAAOE/g6o9Plm0x3s/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of47.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgISe-xV9I/AAAAAAAAAOE/g6o9Plm0x3s/s200/day+in+the+life+of47.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402076866677921746" /></a>Boooosch, destroyed it!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgISIxG-II/AAAAAAAAAN8/k9hs2iCumqU/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of48.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgISIxG-II/AAAAAAAAAN8/k9hs2iCumqU/s200/day+in+the+life+of48.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402076860715038850" /></a>Dessert!!!! i may be little but i can eat like a champ!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgIR7jEmPI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jIMXPIEDk3o/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of49.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgIR7jEmPI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jIMXPIEDk3o/s200/day+in+the+life+of49.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402076857166502130" /></a>me and stu keep our minds occupied by having a nice quite round of golf, and let the food go down, uuueerrrgh feel sick.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgG685qEfI/AAAAAAAAANs/Liph47socOM/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of51.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgG685qEfI/AAAAAAAAANs/Liph47socOM/s200/day+in+the+life+of51.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402075362881049074" /></a>Weather holds, sky look awesome. Bring on the night.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgG6n2sz_I/AAAAAAAAANk/KHQCIqb9Tmg/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of52.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgG6n2sz_I/AAAAAAAAANk/KHQCIqb9Tmg/s200/day+in+the+life+of52.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402075357231501298" /></a>Cuppa tea?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgG6Wy4_pI/AAAAAAAAANc/i2oY4JaCRBs/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of53.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgG6Wy4_pI/AAAAAAAAANc/i2oY4JaCRBs/s200/day+in+the+life+of53.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402075352652119698" /></a>"These Boys are bananas!"- coconut ape</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgG6JDEuBI/AAAAAAAAANU/keGP05HZgqc/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of57.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgG6JDEuBI/AAAAAAAAANU/keGP05HZgqc/s200/day+in+the+life+of57.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402075348961900562" /></a>Go and watch the Gallows perform to get amped up, and it definitely works.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgG5wEBhSI/AAAAAAAAANM/RtTlVC9JG1g/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of59.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgG5wEBhSI/AAAAAAAAANM/RtTlVC9JG1g/s200/day+in+the+life+of59.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402075342254998818" /></a>Frank</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgEj11nC3I/AAAAAAAAANE/iunbiokMDTw/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of60.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgEj11nC3I/AAAAAAAAANE/iunbiokMDTw/s200/day+in+the+life+of60.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402072766824778610" /></a>Jocko, flash in the face again. sorry bruv</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgEji7EKYI/AAAAAAAAAM8/qh93NavOXSo/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of61.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgEji7EKYI/AAAAAAAAAM8/qh93NavOXSo/s200/day+in+the+life+of61.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402072761747384706" /></a><div>Lee working out bits to fill in for mike not being able to attend. Sure gonna miss having there, but super excited to meet his little girl when I get home.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgEjQyNaqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KBR0f9adhwY/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of63.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgEjQyNaqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KBR0f9adhwY/s200/day+in+the+life+of63.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402072756878404258" /></a>Moon is out, time to go.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgEjBh8J2I/AAAAAAAAAMs/JkqmGzxaPXI/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of64.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgEjBh8J2I/AAAAAAAAAMs/JkqmGzxaPXI/s200/day+in+the+life+of64.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402072752783632226" /></a>over to the dressing room to warm up and focus</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgEjNLWYkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/zIbsGvpS9jY/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of65.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgEjNLWYkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/zIbsGvpS9jY/s200/day+in+the+life+of65.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402072755910107714" /></a>our logo look a different color to everyone elses...that's cool! feeling special!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgD1h-vNVI/AAAAAAAAAMc/xPxN0XntaWQ/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of66.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgD1h-vNVI/AAAAAAAAAMc/xPxN0XntaWQ/s200/day+in+the+life+of66.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402071971220370770" /></a>more food that probably won't get eaten. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgDoablcUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/0nyY5m_Xq_M/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of67.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgDoablcUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/0nyY5m_Xq_M/s200/day+in+the+life+of67.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402071745855582530" /></a>festival toilets, this one better than most, but not the sweetest smelling abode.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgDbsHmUQI/AAAAAAAAAMM/VfjmizAGOxY/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of68.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgDbsHmUQI/AAAAAAAAAMM/VfjmizAGOxY/s200/day+in+the+life+of68.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402071527265292546" /></a>Man down, Stu representing his boy! respect.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgDN09y86I/AAAAAAAAAME/aRFNcBT59Ms/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of69.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgDN09y86I/AAAAAAAAAME/aRFNcBT59Ms/s200/day+in+the+life+of69.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402071289121928098" /></a>Tonight's set. Let's fricking do this!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>No photo's of the show obvs..i was busy.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgDDVn-aWI/AAAAAAAAAL8/XGv7iIRI9Sk/s1600-h/day+in+the+life+of70.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SvgDDVn-aWI/AAAAAAAAAL8/XGv7iIRI9Sk/s200/day+in+the+life+of70.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402071108910213474" /></a><div>After the show, pumped, amped was killer! probably got boozed up cos i don't remember the rest. Thanks READING/LEEDS. thanks for having us, thanks to all the people who watched us, thanks for the support and for making it a show to remember. fond memories x out</div><div><div><br /></div></div></div></div>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12413116497407636966noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831535244171498878.post-58118890739290943932009-06-21T23:23:00.000-07:002009-06-21T23:25:49.080-07:00I really want to write more...but I am totally immersed in my work at the moment. I very much appreciate the encouragement and kindness that you guys have written, and your requests for more blogs, and i promise when i have a moment i can explain why it has been difficult for me to write. For now, I hope I don't force you guys to lose interest, i will be back in full very shortly. Sorry. lame I know.Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12413116497407636966noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831535244171498878.post-47837975551869189852009-04-28T14:51:00.000-07:002009-04-29T19:33:23.363-07:00Sitting in the Mix Studio...compiling some of my thoughts.<br />Feeling a dull balance of anxious and pensive emotions.<br />There's a lot of things causing this, one main reason is an abstract thing called the <span style="font-style: italic;">future</span>. every time I feel I have acquired a little space between myself and it's overwhelming grip, I slip unnoticeable back into worrying about things I have no real control over. I understand that this is part of our human condition and that if my Ego is not kept in check it will get stuck in a feedback loop of defending and protecting itself much to my emotional dismay. I get it, I understand it, but I still have to let it happen. It's like knowing I am a male and a biological animal with desires, (and mostly finding that part comical) but knowing it does not prevent it from being the case, understanding it doesn't simply control it.<br />After so many years walking around in a certain way, it is not easy to walk to another rhythm even when you know it's a healthier beat to walk to. My past darkness (ignorance/<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">naivety</span>/social conditioning) has an inertia which means I have to be very conscious (or work harder to let go of my minds grip) to remain in the light. Mildly frustrating, annoyingly constant.<br />Check out this for a irony - I hope one day it will be easier for me to live effortlessly in the current moment. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Har</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Har</span></span> -my usual contradiction.<br />I have recently been jolted by a booked called the long emergency, which is definitely an eye opener, and I feel myself trying to protect my sanity by claiming "it can't be true, and It's just paranoia" and then I realise of course I would say that. This I know is my conscious defensive survival instinct. But aside from 'how I don't want to believe what I am reading or my taking the easier path of denial', the Shadow remains over the uncertain future.<br />A hollow kind of gut shadow.<br />I wonder how much I should allow this information to dictate my choices and decisions. Also, why should I apply cautionary predictions when what my eyes currently see around me isn't really echoing the warnings.<br />I think you'd have to read the book in question to really understand what I mean, I am not even going to attempt to summarise the substance of the book because I would do such a bad job.<br /><br />I'm sure I know what I am going to do.<br />What I am always guilty of doing.<br />I will pretend to be letting the information sink in, where in fact I will let the information drain out of me and I will slip silently back into ignorance and complacency.<br />As usual. Sad.<br /><br />Maybe I can paint some images now while I am feeling overwhelmed, as a testament that I was here. I really don't know why it should matter though, It's not like I have ever looked back at my previous work and felt like I did when I painted it.<br />I feel like I am impotent to a <span style="font-style: italic;">positive</span> future outlook. I know that I am a humanist and get very affected by suffering and feel the pulse of humanity beat strong when we are in conflict with each other and our environment, but this time it weakens me. Drains me. When I cannot see much point in the future, my now is very affected. Like I am a dog that realises the futility of chasing it's tail, but as much as I tire, laying down and quitting is equally as pathetic.<br />Stuck in the middle.<br />self obsessed pity.<br /><br />Here's another thing....<br />I ask myself how could I choose responsibly to bring a child into a world that holds a very limited future for them which has been created by our own selfishness and short term glory.<br />Turn a blind eye to it and rely on instinct? wouldn't that be ignorance?<br />I mean, maybe one can justify it by taking what one can get right now and f*ck the future, but isn't that exactly why we find ourselves faced by such bleakness.<br />It seems unbelievable that most people find it so unbelievable,but then of course I realise most people are just scared and are not likely to pay any attention to anything that jeopardizes their luxuries.<br />It baffles me that since people would do anything to protect the lives of their children, (I constantly hear people say they would give their lives for the lives of their offspring) but yet when the sirens are blatantly screaming as they are now, people ignore the warning...and carry on like nothing is wrong. I mean if you would do anything for the safely of your child..Heed the warnings! put some effort into getting yourself, your children and family and friends informed. It makes no sense to avoid leaning on the side of caution.<br />Picture this : A responsible parent with a child passes a dog who's hackles are up and you hear faint <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">murmuring</span> of a growl and could be dangerous, would avoid the dog, walk around <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">him</span> to protect their child, correct?<br />Let's just say that there are respectable people in the scientific and ecological communities telling us that there are problems and things we are doing are hurting their future chances of survival, even if they were just <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Murmurs</span> with no real evidence of it actually happening, for the sake of their Children a responsible Parent would take measures to protect their <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">children's</span> future, right???<br />Yet, how come we see ignorance all around us when the signs are more than <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">murmurs</span>!<br />If there is a chance that there is danger for your child in a particular situation, even if it is a small chance, you would surely bank on the side of caution and avoid it right? So what is the different with regards to the economical and environmental dangers? (which would effect you child even more acutely than yourself due to its nature)<br /><br />I know I have had it really good in my lifetime, I have very rarely been left wanting, I have always been afforded care, food and shelter, with endless luxuries. I realise I/we have lived in the most prosperous time of humanity, and I am no longer deluded to the fact that it cannot be sustained. The idea of progress without end is just nonsense, accelerated entropy = complete exhaustion.<br />We have all been <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">irresponsible</span> Kings and we have ignored the damage we have done to our Kingdom. All the golden crowns in the world will not stop a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">desperate</span> hungry man with a gun.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"When things seem like they are too good to be true, it usually means they are."<br />(quote Michael Richard Lewis-27<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span> April 2009)<br /><br /><br /></span>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12413116497407636966noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831535244171498878.post-22039861834008241352009-04-20T18:59:00.000-07:002009-04-21T15:46:47.485-07:00*Wipes the dust and cobwebs off this old thing*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/Se1kYHfzG_I/AAAAAAAAALk/WhcvKcFnSTw/s1600-h/Jamie-o-beach.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/Se1kYHfzG_I/AAAAAAAAALk/WhcvKcFnSTw/s200/Jamie-o-beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327024299741223922" border="0" /></a><br />Its kinda sad. I feel kinda sad that blog has been <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">relegated</span> in the face of a new quicker shallower rival Twitter. I have started to talk to people the same way I do when I twit, cramming too many verbs into a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sentence</span> and stopping after only 15 words or so...I am sure I am annoying my friends with it.<br />It is also very liberating having the freedom to write what you mean with out deleting parts like I am doing here, I mean I could just ramble on and on like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">bla</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">bla</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">bla</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">bla</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">bla</span> if i wanted to like I am doing now...hardy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">har</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">bla</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">bla</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">bla</span>, and no one can censor me. nice<br />The other day I thought of a real <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">poignant</span> thing to blog about and couldn't wait to get a chance to jot it all down and share it with y'all but for the life of me I can't remember now what it was.....<br />bugger!<br />no...wait, that was it. It was to do with the universe...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">ok</span> so, how do I put this...<br /><br />I had a realisation, what one might call a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">brief</span> stumble into nirvana. I know I am not the first to write about this and certainly not the most clear and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">comprehensible</span> person to be trying but I really meant to write it down in a blog before I forgot it. I felt (<span style="font-style: italic;">not thought</span>), I actually felt that time as we understand it here in the West lost all it's meaning, as though I were able to erase every concept i knew about past, present and future and i imagined that I existed in the moment which was just a bunch of energy and objects quivering about <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">their</span> business, I soon felt this to be true and very real and it was a very strange sensation to realise that every single thing that could ever exist was quivering there at that very moment at the same time as me. From the biggest and furthest Planets in the universe right down to the smallest particle that we know of, only <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">existed</span> there and then, or should I say here and now, and that they could not exist anywhere else. As though the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">entirety</span> of existence was on a stage of sorts at the same time and performing all at the same time, as though we were in a play and the curious thing about it was that there was no where else any of it could ever exist.<br />This is what I felt, and not theorised. And I felt like I wasn't alone.<br />I felt as though I was sharing the experience of life with everything around me, All the people dying at that moment, all the hearts beating at that moment, all the life <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">being</span> born at that moment, and every moment is always like that.<br />Every single human, animal, living organism was experiencing (life) at the same time. This <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">awareness</span> made me feel way more in touch with everything around me, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">and</span> also more responsible towards the people I could see because i knew that we are all part of this huge performance/experience that we call life.<br />I know it's not a new thing and probably has some sort of root in Indian Eastern <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Buddhism</span> or something but, since it wasn't something I was thinking but something I felt, I wanted to share it with you.<br />don't know why. I guess i felt quite emotional about it, as though for the first time in my life I felt a part of something bigger than an idea. And I also felt a bond with everything and everyone around me. Very Hippy.<br />I don't anymore, it was only for a short while. Haha Bollocks to you all, (all those that drive too fast and don't realise that the rules of the road are there to prevent others from getting hurt and not there just to get in your way, and those that let their dogs shit in the street, all of those people who have no consideration for anything or anyone but themselves, screw you!)<br /><br />I came up with another cool realisation as well, but this one was a little more in my head and less something that I felt.<br />Everything in life is just energy and is burning down to its eventual <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">exhaustion</span> at different rates. Here's how I got there...<br />I was watching a log burn and how much energy it gives off in the way of heat and how relatively quickly it exhausts it's energy so that it changes it composition into charcoal. Then it made me think that humans are exactly the same, but give off our energy more conservatively and slower until we eventually exhaust and die and turn to soot. And we give off heat but not as ferociously as a burning log, than I thought, actually everything in the Universe is moving and expending it's energy at different rates. Flys fly fast and move real quick and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">relatively</span> exhaust their life energy fast compared to us, even rocks are changing their composition very, very slowly, and will <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">eventually</span> be something else, so much so we can't feel their inner energy translated into heat because the exhaustion of their <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">movement</span> is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">imperceptible</span> to us.<br />Therefore, the whole universe is not made up of solid fixed <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">stuff</span>, but of energy plus a little matter in motion quivering at different paces dying/changing at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">different</span> speeds.<br />That is of course only a thought which milled around in my head for a little while, none of it is based in, on or of anything, but just my conceived perceptions.<br />I don't know.<br /><br />Excuse the randomness and incoherence of this blog, I've been writing it at different intervals while running to and fro the studio to comment on mixes etc.<br />I'll chuck this up now and add some photo's when I am home.<br />Cheers bye.<br />p.s. The boy on the beach in the mask is me...i have no idea what relevance it has to the blog but somehow, it kinda fitted in my crazy head!!!<br />Ta ta<br /><br /><br />*REVISED ADDITION : I just realised that if this were true, it completely undermines the content of the masterpiece song by Take That 'Everything changes but you..."<br />Bummer!Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12413116497407636966noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831535244171498878.post-12980018231304320022009-03-30T11:08:00.000-07:002009-03-30T12:21:45.568-07:00I opted for bright....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SdENEy4pnPI/AAAAAAAAALY/Ew8cWHIDD_Y/s1600-h/Bright+2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SdENEy4pnPI/AAAAAAAAALY/Ew8cWHIDD_Y/s200/Bright+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319047010931285234" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Just got back from Snowboarding for a few days. It was pretty cool, no powder but plenty of room and the weather was great. Since I cut off my blonde Mullet I was concerned that I would look too normal and wouldn't get ridiculed so I made up for it by wearing the brightest outfit I could muster, and surely enough, I got ridiculed plenty. haha.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SdENEza4jRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/chdAa_7v-H4/s1600-h/Bright+anyone%3F.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SdENEza4jRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/chdAa_7v-H4/s200/Bright+anyone%3F.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319047011074870546" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Sorry there's no content in this blog, I have my head in the clouds trying to think about this album and stuff so I'll keep it brief.<br /><br />Just thought I'd share out the comedy photo's so you too can chuckle along with me.<br /><br />...and yes I wear a helmet, because I value my brain, and yes I wear wrist protection because I value my job too.<br /><br />Bye for now....Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12413116497407636966noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831535244171498878.post-68486703999466441402009-03-23T16:10:00.000-07:002009-03-23T16:29:28.871-07:00this interweb is making me feel old!!!...So someone mentioned in a comment that I should get a twitter. so I did. I don't know what I am supposed to do with it though. I am wondering if it was a direct result of me posting a few words regarding the Welsh rugby. Correct me if I am wrong but the purpose of having a twitter is the same as a blog? only way shorter? so i can update it like every five minutes or something? So like, "just woke up" and "is brushing teeth" "is having a poop" type of thing?<br />The internet is making me tired. I can't seem to find enough time to play on the xbox because there's so many things to become obsessive compulsive online with. haha, only kidding.<br />so whatever this twitter is, I have one and I hope it doesn't hurt me or anything, I shall try and keep it updated, would love any advise from all you budding little inter-blog wizards out there as to how I should use it.<br />I wrote an actual letter the other day with a pen and paper! can you believe it? I can still write joined up writing! I dread to think how poor my spelling was, ne' mind, it was thought that counted.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jamie is</span> planning never to grow up!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/ScgatSQVw-I/AAAAAAAAALI/jLuUo9bMM7g/s1600-h/twitter.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/ScgatSQVw-I/AAAAAAAAALI/jLuUo9bMM7g/s200/twitter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316528725407679458" border="0" /></a>bugger, I almost forgot Twitter: <a href="http://twitter.com/jayLostprophets">jayLostprophets</a><br /><br /><br />Also, could someone please contact the lostprophets myspace and ask them to re-link my blog to the site. I have forgotten which one of us is running it at present, last time I went on it i read some seedy messages by accident that were not meant for my eyes, so I vouched never to open Pandora's box again...plus I think the boys banned me from using it because I am way too opinionated. I wonder if that's why my blog has been disconnected?????<br />...It's time to call in Columbo me thinks...Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12413116497407636966noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831535244171498878.post-57465888423209614202009-03-21T20:25:00.000-07:002009-03-21T20:27:46.215-07:00All records sound the same these days......for anyone who cares...<a href="http://www.wordmagazine.co.uk/content/why-records-do-all-sound-same">here's</a> a really good article about it.<br /><br />and <a href="http://www.turnmeup.org">here's</a> a cool non profit site that supports artists who want a bit more dynamic in their artJamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12413116497407636966noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831535244171498878.post-39415449083405500842009-03-21T13:10:00.000-07:002009-03-21T13:11:30.056-07:00Welsh + rugby = Heartachenuf said.Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12413116497407636966noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831535244171498878.post-88977800551089772322009-03-19T14:58:00.000-07:002009-03-19T16:07:06.522-07:00What a downer...Me and Mike just popped down to visit Rhys form the <span style="font-style: italic;">Blackout </span>in hospital in Torrence, Los Angeles. The story goes that he had food poisoning from a burger he ate from swingers. Made him sick a bunch of times the day they were all due to fly back to the UK after shooting their video. on the bus transiting from the terminal to the aeroplane Rhys passed out and fell out of the door of the bus onto his head. he was taken to hospital and into Intensive Care with a suspected brain hemorrhage. As it turns out me and mike get into the hospital with a copy of rock sound and some malteasers to cheer him up and ask at the counter for Rhys....he's been discharged! we were like "huh? yesterday he was in Intensive care now he's been discharged? there's gotta be a mistake". So, not believing the woman we proceeded to swindle our way through security and all the way into the IC unit armed only with a plastic bag, only to be stopped outside his room and get confirmation that he's been let go. Of course, stupid me asked "so is he ok then?" and the (not very polite) nurse says "well we wouldn't have discharged him is he wasn't would we?" so I reply "well I don't know do I? you Americans have some wacky rules and clearly by my accent I'm not from around here so It's likely that I don't know the exact procedure that warrants a discharge, after all he may have been discharged to a different unit or something, how should I know?" (what I actually said was "like....yeah...welll. seee...." and shrugged alot) She clearly realized her brash comment was undeserved so she quickly apologised before telling us to f#ck off.<br />After that, <b>Anneka Rice</b> (born <b>Anne Rice</b>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/October_4" title="October 4">4 October</a> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1958" title="1958">1958</a> in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cowbridge" title="Cowbridge">Cowbridge</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vale_of_Glamorgan" title="Vale of Glamorgan">Vale of Glamorgan</a>) joined us with another clue as to Rhys' whereabouts so mike and me headed over to the Marriott where he was with his family, looking a bit groggy and weak, but doing much better. After a bunch of scans they said he's all good and ready to fly back home in a few days.......all is well that ends well.<br />Was really gutted and anxious to hear about his accident but very relieved that he's gonna be better soon. Poor kid, first time in LA and all. And i feel bad because I told them all to go to Swingers for a Black and White milkshake. yikes! I said if he'd had been a vegetarian this would never had happened ha! kidding.<br />So the moral of the story is....You can never predict or prepare where the next unfortunate event is gonna come your way. Of course, if you skate and surf and snowboard and do dangerous sports alot then the chances of injury are higher than if you don't, but there's no guarantee that the simplest unseen thing can proper put you on your arse. So with that said, don't go through life being a pussy and not doing things because you may get hurt....Live your life to the max and make the most of everyday even if it means risking hurting yourself, because at the end of it all something is gonna kill you either way, <span style="font-style: italic;">that is a </span>guarantee<span style="font-style: italic;">!</span> and you can't take anything with you, <span style="font-weight:bold;">not even regret</span> so don't let fear of dying prevent you from living!<br /><br />..and in typical Oliver fashion, to complete the postmodern manifesto with a splash of paradox :- <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Don't be Irresponsible!!!!!</span></span><br /><br />that is my disclaimerJamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12413116497407636966noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831535244171498878.post-43635042530836918412009-03-17T13:31:00.001-07:002009-03-17T17:11:26.493-07:00whoops...my tele broke.which means I have more time to blog, yey!<br />I found out this week how addicted to the television I was, which was shocking. I mean without netflix, a dvd, my xbox nor crap regular TV I went into a panic. It's ok, I'm over the worst of it now, but my initial response was sheer fright and I was almost shaking trying to fix it..haha. Amazing really, because I didn't think I used it that much. My impression of myself was of a meditative outdoors kinda guy who reads and paints and does all the valuable things in life and isn't shackled to mind numbing technology.....<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wrong!<br /></span></span>In fairness, I am quite enjoying the peace and quiet today and actually got to bed at a reasonable time last night and read some books, so I think after the initial period of cold turkey-ing I will survive.<br />Went out with the boys from <span style="font-style: italic;">The Blackout</span> night before last. they were in town shooting a video and we had sushi in a posh restaurant. Then we went back to their hotel to have a listen to their new album and low and behold, in classic comical irony, the hotel had a <span style="font-style: italic;">blackout</span>. Now of course, i was thinking it was a very expensive stunt that the band had pulled to impress me, but unfortunately they had nothing to do with it, it was actually a problem with the posh hotel, so we sat for half hour in the dark and then decided to go down to the reception where at least there were some back up lights, finally the power came on and we went back upstairs and respectfully but awkwardly sat and listened to the whole thing (I don't mean that in a bad way, but now I know how it feels for the people I force to listen to our new stuff while I watch every expression on their faces to see if they like it or not, sorry to everyone i have done that to).... the album was great btw. Good job lads!<br /><br />went for a surf for the first time in months yesterday morning with mike and a buddy who's a pro photographer. When i say we went for a surf, I meant we paddled about for 40 minutes until we couldn't feel our arms and then we limped in having caught nada surf. there were waves, but we have been out of the water for so long our stamina was a major issue. We had a few photo's taken for that manzine blog publication I was talking about before, and got a parking ticket for being 3 mins late! Nazis!<br />It's shocking how quick you can lose sport specific fitness, now that the record is nearly done I guess I can try and do a bit more of the outdoor sportsy stuff. All this running I have been doing didn't help one bit in the sea, in fact, my running is giving my knee more jip so that my marathon campaign may be coming to an unceremonious end, though I hope not. Exactly the same problem that made me miss that last marathon. too much rugby and skate boarding when i was younger me thinks.<br />I was reading a book last night about neuroscience. It was suggested by some that a human newborns dependency on it's parent and it clear helplessness could be due to the fact that we are a bipedal species therefore the upright posture limits the pelvic size and women can only squeeze out babies with relatively small heads, that is, babies whose brains are partially developed. We are obviously not unique with this handicap, for instance kittens don't even open their eyes for several days after birth, but it does beg the question....should I get my hair cut or not?<br />haha, just kidding. I realised how boringly boring I was becoming with that hypothesis.(...screeech handbrake!)<br />Think I might go to Mammoth mountains for a few days snowboarding in a week or so. Go up and watch the Roxy chicken jam. could be a laugh.<br />Anyway i better get going, there's a bee in my apartment urrhem...I mean Manor house, and i need to rescue it. I hear bee's are on the decline these days and something about them dramatically effecting the ecology if they were to go kerplunk. so here's to you Bee's and your tragic flaw in your blueprint when it comes to your suicidal defense mechanism!<br />so sad!. talk about a backfire!!Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12413116497407636966noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831535244171498878.post-28871572782125202432009-03-14T21:10:00.000-07:002009-03-14T21:46:35.971-07:00"Stay on target, stay on target!"Update: worked hard all week, especially Ian, and got all the vocals nailed. The songs are about 95% there. It's so exciting, and It's amazing how a vocal here or there can elevate a song to a whole different level and place. It's been hard, obviously because there's been so many versions of the songs and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ians</span> been doing lyrics and vocals for almost 2 years, so I am sure he feels a sense of relief and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">achievement</span> with the awesome songs he wrote. Well done buddy. Stu and our buddy Justin, have been absolutely amazing steering the ship, and when this record is finished and out, I am sure that people are gonna be blown away with the quality of their production. I hope that people can relate to our vision. It's almost as though this album is going to be the first <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Lostprophets</span> record since the first one we made ourselves, and if people don't like it, well, I guess they don't like us. Because this is the most honest representation of our band, completely done by us without any outside interference. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">lostprophets</span> music done entirely by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">lostprophets</span>, how novel haha! Hopefully it will change the way we make records in the future. I'm sure it will. Saying all that of course, is not to take anything at all away from our previous records. I still think they are amazing, but of course doing a record with a producer is a collaboration and both parties personality will come through. this time it's pure. and it's us.... which of course is interesting, because if people don't like it then it begs the question did they ever really like us? But to be honest, without sounding presumptuous, I think the album is sounding wicked and really one the most proud things I have had the chance to be involved with. And I have no doubt there will be others out there that share our likes and dislikes and will be able to enjoy what we have producing here.<br />So, I get another stab at keyboards next week now that I have vocals there to work in and around. Looking into the mix now and the logistics of that. fingers crossed, it's all plain sailing from here on in until the release. It's hard not to be too vocally proud of what we've worked so hard to do, especially in the light of getting to the finish line once already and taking the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">BIIIGG</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Ballsy</span> move of redoing the whole thing. With 20/20 hindsight, most <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">definitely</span> the best decision we have ever made.<br />Keep you posted.Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12413116497407636966noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831535244171498878.post-78794043768268265732009-03-11T03:02:00.000-07:002009-03-11T03:11:41.075-07:00Hey i found a new pluggy widgety thingy called....a follower counter, looooooooooook ><br /> ><br /> ><br /> ><br /> ><br />><br /><br />that apparently makes it real easy for people to follow my blog. And in it's description it claims to be a good way of easily encouraging more people to easily follow my blog, which apparently makes people like me feel all nice and confident about myself that people like me and care about me and stuff and I have a purpose for being on this earth and I <span style="font-style: italic;">am somebody....</span>hmmmm.<br />So, tell your friends, guys and lets get a big following..yeah alright woohoo! yes me! go me! I'm popular, go popular, me popular (that's my popular song, not like nada surfs one, but a bit like it).<br />soooo<br />yeah<br />ok<br />um....<br />FOLLOW ME OR DIE!!!!!<br />or not, of course<br />because it's unlikely i'll ever find you and even if I do, I am way to pussy to do or say anything about it so..<br />yeah.<br /><br />if you want.<br />byeJamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12413116497407636966noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831535244171498878.post-29660255876226057242009-03-11T02:02:00.000-07:002009-03-11T22:38:52.512-07:002:02 am for everYes it's late at night for me. I got back from the studio after another 13 hour day, I am wondering how it is possible to be so thorough writing music, I mean how could we be recording 115 tracks which will evantually be reduced to a single stereo track? It's kinda an amazing process to be involved in, but it also gives an indication as to how much work goes into a song,<br />e.g. a single song is about approx 4 minutes long which is made up of approx 100 separate track which means each song contains just over 6 and a half hours worth of audio. Bear in mind, not all that audio was first take, well for most of the other guys in the band it was but for me I know for sure there were a few additional takes to get it right. so times that 6 hours by about 3. Now multiply that by how long it took to not only invent that particular track but also the elimination process of over turning every rock to make sure the part you have decided upon is the very best part for the song. Now multiply that answer by the number of songs recorded for the record...... now multiply that by 2 since this is our second stab at recording this record and you have........A F*CKING LONG TIME! (actually just did the maths....It comes out at 75 solid days back to back including the nights)<br /><br />so, yeah 13 hours later, I feel like Homer Simpson doing his numerous jobs, I am reluctant to getting into bed because this morning I rolled out of bed and went straight to the studio, so here I am....writing a blog and a few beers into my evening. haha. Funny huh?<br /><br />I have been looking at a few other blogs recently, and have noticed that most blogs consist of a photo or a video with a couple of lines of text commenting on or judging the image. I think maybe I've got my blog all arse over tit and misunderstood what the purpose of it all is. mine are very clearly, a bunch of nonsense fence sitting commentary on my life and the things that surround it, and very rarely do I pass judgement on anything of worth. A pretty accurate representation of my personality I guess. I did enjoy a few bits and bobs recently though. <a href="http://www.goodcharlotte.com/profiles/blogs/art-for-the-artists">this</a> and<br />http://www.juxtapoz.com/index.php?option=com_frontpage&Itemid=1&limit=5&limitstart=45<br /><br />which is cool. and are showing <a href="http://www.laluzdejesus.com/">here</a> obviously under my real name Richard Oliver. And yes, I know they are not sold and thats because I don't want to sell them yet because i like them.<br /><br />I...forgot what I was gonna say, oh that's right, there's a new magazine I saw recently for guys that is the antithesis of usual guys magazines, which doesn't try and tell you what you should be or what you should buy in order to be what you should be and it also doesn't simple focus on lads stuff like tits and cars, in fact it's very refreshing to see a mag that doesn't really attempt to past judgement on everything and everyone. So I added it to my following thing, and it's called manzine.<br />Here's something rather disconcerting right now... the tv is on a channel in the background playing dead bodies and death. National geographic program entitled <span style="font-style: italic;">Science of Death</span> featuring 'The latest in caskets and cremation: the science behind new techniques of body preservation and body cremation'<br /><br />YIKES! I hadn't realised until I heard some woman calmly talking about maggots and eyes...uuurrrgh. spooky, change channel.<br /><br />that's better, NASA channel.....a still picture of a shuttle in the dark on a launch pad, when I say still i mean it's live footage I think, but the shuttle is still, and I was watching it earlier too.......<br /><br /><br />NOTHING HAPPENS!!!>>>>>>EVER!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SbeJyOjqPzI/AAAAAAAAAK0/kBGsuasmm9M/s1600-h/Tentative_date_set_for_Discovery_launch.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/SbeJyOjqPzI/AAAAAAAAAK0/kBGsuasmm9M/s320/Tentative_date_set_for_Discovery_launch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311865781500919602" border="0" /></a><br />< (this is a nice picture..not the picture on my TV right now...trust me, the picture on my TV right now is waaaaay crapper than this). I mean, WTF is this channel about anyway (apart from the obvious) I've tried to get my head around it, it's like train spotting for space nerds right???? there's always nothing going on in some weird fricking pixelated picture, Like anyone gives a shite! I certainly don't. I'm hypnotized though waiting for something to happen, like something at all, maybe hoping secretly deep down that an alien or something shitty happened where the shuttle falls over or at least a fricking duck flies into the camera or anything! god dammit! nothing. just a big cock shaped rocket sitting around rusting. Here's the thing though....why didn't they show in quick time the massive rocket being erected (excuse the provocative use of words) I mean it's a big ol' phallic petrol can they stick the shuttle to so how the f*ck did they get that up in the first place. *idea* sped up video of rocket being hoisted up-sell footage to Viagra for advertisement campaign...genius! well I need a pee and my bed beckons me. I tried running a half marathon last night and got my mileage a bit wrong, ended up running only 12 miles instead of the 13.5. Pretty gutted because I thought my time was good, after a bit of math it looks like I would have been 4 minutes over my goal if I had done the extra mile. boooo. I also pushed myself a bit hard and I think it was the first time in my life i have recorded a heart rate of 191. yes i nearly spewed and yes i wont be doing it again in a hurry. I'm 5 foot 8 and a quarter, I am 154.4 pounds on a good day, I am going a little grey in the front, I have never had a filling in any of my adult teeth and I occasionally laugh so hard i pee my pants... so what? here's to you surprises, i hope you never fail to startle me until my dying day (which will hopefully be our last act!) Goodnight <span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /></span></span><br />P.s. F*cking NASA hahaha, I wonder if they escape the economic collapse? all that fuel in that big orange penis!! we could all be driving around in Hummers man! just like <a href="http://www.lairdhamilton.com/">Laird Hamilton</a>..you know...that big wave surfer dude....the buff guy...surfer...who's all in touch with nature...and a representative of the spiritual side of the sea...and nature....and the environment..you know...Laird. Lairdy boy! The dude that let me share his wave and my first wave up at point Dume...nature loving guy who gave me a nod of both pity and respect as I flailed around on a 10 foot red soft top 3 years ago...you know Laird Hamilton....<br />And his big ass tricked out Hummer!! (so mike tells me)<br />Very....very Disappointed Laird, Very very.Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12413116497407636966noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831535244171498878.post-1990472935676796562009-03-04T12:59:00.000-08:002009-03-04T13:09:33.518-08:00ofake turkey and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">branston</span> pickle sandwich on the fly for lunch, I opted for call of duty rather than meditation, a big mistake. two cups of coffee, dirty jeans, dirty white <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">tshirt</span>. hair needs a wash crumbs everywhere...surely indigestion. straight up the studio...wait phones ringing..it's my Dad, missed the call typing this out..it's cool I'll call him back. What was i saying? oh yeah, studio..doing gang vocals today, so close to finishing, Ian's been on form of late, good lad. maybe 7 days away from finishing tracking completely, then the mix then the master then the set up and the interviews then the tours...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">aahh</span> good times I hope. wonder if anyone will ever hear what we didn't put out? wonder if anyone would care. What's gonna become of the 35 songs we didn't put on the album? Got a couple of paintings into a Gallery in Hollywood, private view tomorrow opening show on Friday..La Luz <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">de</span> Jesus, probably won't be able to attend because of recording. Priorities I know. here's a quote;<br />"Zen has no goal; it is a travelling without point, with nowhere to go. To travel is to be alive, but to get somewhere is to be dead, for as our own proverb says, "To travel well is better than to arrive".<br />A world which increasingly consists of destinations without journeys between them, a world which values only"getting somewhere" as fast as possible, becomes a world without substance. One can get anywhere and everywhere, and yet the more this is possible, the less is anywhere and everywhere worth getting to. For points of arrival are too abstract, too Euclidean to be enjoyed, and it is very much like eating the precise ends of a banana without getting what lies in between. The point, therefore, of these arts is the doing of them rather than the accomplishments. But, more than this, the real joy of them lies in what turns up unintentionally in the course of practice, just as the joy of travel is not nearly so much in getting where one wants to go as in the unsought surprises which occur on the journey."Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12413116497407636966noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831535244171498878.post-78753474990675156932009-02-18T19:07:00.000-08:002009-02-18T19:45:47.250-08:00just found these one liners online...<b></b> If at first you don't succeed, redefine success.<br /><br />Always try to be modest. And be damn proud of it!<br /><br />If at first you don't succeed, then skydiving definitely isn't for you.<br /><br />Consciousness: That annoying time between sleeping.<br /><br />made me chuckle...<br /><br />Had better days, so needed a bit of a laugh. I've quite literally seen how experience is made up of swings and roundabouts the past few days. Highs and lows with nowt much in between, still, can't complain....when things are just <span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">meh</span></span> I usually moan that I'm bored. I think out of the petty things in life worth talking about <span style="font-style: italic;">being let down</span> by someone or something is one of the more annoying. Because it kinda forces you to go into things with reservation and suspicion the next time around. It's like catch 22, where you don't let yourself get excited because fear of getting let down, and you kinda don't ever get the chance to fully enjoy things because of precaution. bummer. Alternatively you throw yourself into things and when they go shitty you feel shitty. at least you tried eh? nah...I got no answers.<br />A bit like the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">dilemma</span> of drinking a lot of booze to wallow. Seems like a good way to forget crappy things while your doing it but I reckon in the long run it makes things a bit worse - speaking from experience of course. I've never found any answers at the bottom of a brandy bottle, and believe you me, I've seen right through a few bottles in my time.<br />I remember going on under 16's rugby tour with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Cilfynydd</span> rugby team to somewhere in North or Mid Wales (my lack of clarity on the specific location will soon become <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">apparent</span>). My dad bought me a crate...not a box..a crate of beer for the journey up there, which was only about 4 hours max. At 15 I would consider myself a veteran of the larger and beer variety, which is not a boast, simply a fact. Anyway, drank so much beer on the way up my bladder nearly exploded. Persisted in drinking all night. Come rugby day, the referee cancelled the game about 50 minutes in because our team players couldn't get up off the ground after tackles and the amount of spew on the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">field</span> had become a health hazard....good times.<br />This experience set me up nicely to win an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">NME</span> award for a drinking contest which I single <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">handed-ly</span> triumphed over some reputable boozy performers back in 2003 or 2004 or 2005. The irony of it all was I was the smallest and I was the only one in our band who was able to enter since the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">rest</span> of the band were straight edge. After about 5 hours and many, many, many pints later it came down to me and some big dude from Raging <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Speedhorn</span> and I done him....obviously we were both pissed, but he weren't too happy and contested the outcome with a verbal and a weak physical assault <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">which</span> came to nowt...tough shit...I won. later lads.<br />So, don't drink. It's not good for you! nobody like a drunk, and it solves nothing.<br />do as I say and not as I do. ha<br />By the way, the snow in Big Bear was nothing but epic yesterday and we got 3rd place on the lifts at 8am to get at least 5 runs in on complete fresh virgin powder.....<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">wowzers</span> wow wee lovely job. best feeling in the.....<span style="font-style: italic;">(alternative sports)</span> world<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">byeeeee</span>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12413116497407636966noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831535244171498878.post-89287105114427218282009-02-13T10:01:00.001-08:002009-02-13T10:20:44.865-08:00Alrighty then....Friday morning. cold..well as cold as it can get in Los Angeles. Looks like rain is over due, translated as snow in the mountains, which I'm destined to miss. The sun is struggling but losing, which is reflected in my own forecast for the foreseeable future. A constant balance of priority over and under importance and urgency. Poles apart but constantly pulling and stressing on each other. The things I have to do versus the things I should be doing. Sounds the same but it's not. Yet one lays the path for the other and one wrong step one way tilts the balance of the whole thing. I know this is the way of everything, and everyone. Strangely though, I am starting to see it as neither a problem nor a gift, it just <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span>. and as with many other aspect of my life, letting my mind rest upon the way things are without trying to change them nor even trying to not to try to change them, clears away all of the fog that once secretly yet permanently sat around my experience of life.<br />Now, if I could only believe all that crap and live it then maybe I would feel a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">morsel</span> of wisdom in my bones instead of spitting out other peoples ideas like a parrot. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">hahah</span>, just kidding. Only I'm not sure which part I am kidding about.<br />Today my feelings are mostly Postmodern with a splash of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">pretentiousness</span>.<br />Thanks<br />See you later.Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12413116497407636966noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831535244171498878.post-29268890257327541102009-02-09T13:42:00.000-08:002009-02-09T13:50:03.590-08:00You Bugger!So I live in California right now and am still madly into rugby where Wales are concerned. Unfortunately, because of the time difference I can't always watch the games live, for instance Wales/ Scotland game was 7am in the pub my time and I couldn't make it because I need to get to the studio <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">bla</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">bla</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Sooooo</span> Mike taped the game for me and I was gonna watch it today......until someone just commented with the bloody results!!!! why people why? At least say "Spoiler alert!" or "do you want to know the result? I've tried my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">damnedest</span> to avoid any <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Internet</span> sites that would reveal the scores....Please please please please please don't go spoiling it for me. especially in a comment because of course I am bound to read them.<br />Nice one.<br />you owe me a beer for that!<br /> <span dir="ltr"><br /><br />"<a href="profile/18036346972682616517" onclick="" rel="nofollow"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">nvrgrwoldnvrdie</span></a></span> said...well <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ive</span> got news for you! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">thats</span> if you like rugby, but Wales won 26-13 over Scotland at Murray Field yesterday(<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">sunday</span>) "<br /><br />good one! (tut, roll of the eyes, shake of the head)<br />I'm not really mad.Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12413116497407636966noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831535244171498878.post-50987416646216071212009-02-07T15:59:00.000-08:002009-02-08T13:56:08.913-08:00unprepared ramblingsTrying to exhaust my mind so that it will shut the hell up!<br />got and idea. Perfect day verses actual day...nah, that's not very Zen. um....<br />What it is yeah, since I said I'd write down some stuff in me last blog I am a little at a loss as to what should be said. My days have recently been the same process of :wake up, car or bike to studio an hour away. Grab some lunch on the way. plug in, switch on and tidy, edit, create until I'm hungry. Then have a beer, maybe discuss a few things, then Ian turns up and we argue, play and sometimes agree on melodies and lyrics, and rack all our brains to find the right bits for the right <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">places</span> and times, then I get back in the car/bike come home go to bed and repeat. Stu's life have been this x 3 for 6 weeks almost every day...proper trooper that boy! So today I am tired, and i don't really have much else to talk about that isn't constant replays in my head of choruses or parts...which i might add, has a tremendous ability not to tire itself out, much to my emotional stress. A good smack in the face or a bloody big wave crashing on my head might bring me back into reality.<br />soooooo...mm, yeah<br />I think I'll respond to some of the things some of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">you's</span> were wondering about stuff.<br /><br />Annie- "do you have a cat? and if so, could you show me a picture?"<br />I do have a cat, she's in the UK dossing at my parents house since I abandoned her and the rest of my family to move to the sunshine. I don't have a picture right now but the painting i recently had posted up her was of her..she was in the middle, a tabby cat. She's got the hump today so my dad tells me, she went out in the cold last night for a few hours and today shes in a bad mood. Maybe she's planning her revenge on me or something for making her move. The Black one in the painting was a cat we had years ago who got run over...and lived just long enough for me to sit helplessly watching her die and the rabbit exploded....yeah, literally exploded. not even the vet believed me until she exploded all over him. messy business.<br /><span dir="ltr"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span></span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">andreajane</span>- "Oh and please tell Ian to please get his hair cut"<br />Nah. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">that's</span> just mean, who am i to judge or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">criticise</span> what someone else is doing or wants to look like. even if I'm just the messager. Each to their own i say. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">That's</span> like going up to someone and saying "hey fatty go do some exercise"...have some restraint people! tether your judgements for a second and think how it would feel the other way round. now go do your homework!<br /><br />Thanks for all the Christmas wishes and new years greetings, always blows my mind that so many people All around the world have been touched by our band and technology allows me to thank them for that. Thanks. Makes me feel really humbled.<br />Snowboarding was a bit <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">meh</span>, because it was so busy, also I wasn't really letting go because there was a big group of us and beginners who I wanted to guide. So no big airs or anything this time around, although frustratingly my nearest mountain has had 10 inches of snow in the past two days and I am in the studio and unable to get some powder....<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">booo</span>, ah well, one enables the other... I must remember that.<span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /></span></span><br /><br />It's raining here in Los Angeles today. it's quite warm and the sun is out but it's raining. Very reminiscent of Hawaiian tropical rain. Very rarely rains so when it does I really appreciate it. gotta go run 9 miles tonight which I'm not really super amped about. Marathon was postponed in LA so I'm having to change my prep training. Probably will not even be around when it happens but its always good to have a direction and something to motivate. In contrast to my puny marathon attempt, a friend of mine is climbing Africa's tallest mountain for red nose day charity in the UK. pretty awesome feat if you ask me. Always an inspiration and one of the nicest most genuine people I have ever met, if you fancy giving her a little support or wanna sponsor her, you can at this <a href="http://www.rednoseday.com/climb/fearne">site</a>.<br />I was thinking of trying to raise some money if it looks likely that I can do this marathon, was hoping to raise money for the <span class="heading">Golden Hearts animal sanctuary or something like it. I have adored golden retrievers ever since I read Dean Koontz book the Watchers, and one day hope to open a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">sanctuary</span> to rescue animals.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Soooooo</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">hippy</span> eh? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">thats</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">ok</span>, I don't mind being all <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">hippy</span> dippy.<br /><br />Guess I should be writing more about trendy dark comic books and tattoos or getting wasted on sunset blvd, sex, drugs and rock and roll!! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">haha</span>, sorry..you got Ian for all the partying and crazy shit....me, well I just love to play music and be happy and content. Way to go Mr. O, way to shatter the illusions.<br />You know what, I think it's more of a simplification rather than anything else. I'm just not that into rushing around chasing things that I thought I needed, and I just stop and look around more often at whats already here. I don't know if <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">that's</span> part of growing up or anything but I suppose the bubbling spring stream has to slow down when it meets the river and the flater ground. maybe it comes with the knowledge that there's only one place for that river can go, so why rush the be exhausted and wish today away in the race to grasp at tomorrow (which in reality doesn't even exist)...I am just letting go of the all the things that are really not that important and in doing that I can see through the mess at what is.<br />See....<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">hippy</span> dippy.<br />I'm gonna try and get the rest of the band into flares on the new record...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">haha</span>, joke.<br />Mind you </span>Felicity Kendal was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">supa</span> hot in the Good Life...(one for all you oldies from the UK)<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Anywhoo</span>, I'm off, I better get dressed, been sitting around in my PJ's and slippers with my tea like a proper old fart playing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">xbox</span> when i should be working...so back to the grind.<br />Speak to you later...<br /><pre><b><b>Aloha <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">kãkou</span></b></b></pre><br /><span class="heading"></span>Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12413116497407636966noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831535244171498878.post-990904015662407012009-02-04T21:15:00.000-08:002009-02-04T21:38:38.151-08:00wow.Yeah, i know. I'm so shit at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">bloggin</span> regular. Yikes, I even piss myself of with how slack i am.<br /><br />Never mind.<br /><br />We (surprisingly enough) are back or should I say still in the studio. On week 6 for us on the actual recording. For everyone else in the world I guess its week 103 or 117 or something. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Baaa</span>, what can you do eh?<br />Everyday is a new day. there's no going back to change stuff so why let it bother you eh?<br />Eh, I sound Canadian eh?<br />Basically, since we started a new, we have been hammering into the songs, the tracking and shit is sounding massive. For us, we are steaming along, it's probably the most efficiently we have worked ever. I know, I know, it doesn't seem like it but it's true. Not quite as quick (or rushed) as the very first record but certainly more thorough and focused.<br />So, just to clear up a few things. I read in an interview recently that supposedly our singer claims we blew like half a million pounds or something on a record that we ditched.<br />Fact...that just ain't true. Very likely a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">mis</span>-quote or misinterpretation, but it came across to me as though it was a boast, which I am pretty sure it wasn't meant to be.<br />Well let me tell you. We ain't pleased with ourselves or anything, in fact we are pretty gutted that what we spent and what seemed like a waste of money. And though it was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">alot</span> of money we gambled with, we just were not prepared to cut any corners for our record, unfortunately hindsight is 20/20, smarter decisions could have been made.<br />Now to put aside the bollocks, it was much less than was quoted yet still stings like a bitch. And is no indication at all that we are big time millionaires that can afford to waste money. We didn't throw it away irresponsibly, we just made some costly errors and put our trust in the wrong places. and only we have to have it bite us in the arse.<br /><br />cool?<br /><br />cool.<br /><br />Ian's just giving me shit right now for doing the blog when I should be in the other room focusing on vocal idea's. Which in fairness he has a point. So let's just end with me giving an empty promise that I will update very soon.<br />Sorry guys.<br />outJamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12413116497407636966noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831535244171498878.post-78889764949279368682008-12-24T00:09:00.000-08:002008-12-24T00:13:22.750-08:00Hello everyoneJust wanted to say Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays to everyone out there from all over the place. I had something really important to write about but I forgot what it was so... yeah have a nice one. I'll be off trying not to break bones snowboarding for a few days over new year so incase I don't write, here's to you! (imagine me toasting with a drink and a nod of the head...you know what I mean)<br />updates coming soon....Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12413116497407636966noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831535244171498878.post-18059058556820594022008-12-08T14:40:00.000-08:002008-12-08T15:40:22.394-08:00Hey check this out....<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/richardjoliver/sets/72157610878672476/show/">Travel back in time</a> 20 years to a period where legends of skate were etched into the minds and hearts of old fools like myself. I had the unexpected privilege of seeing with my own eyes the mastery of 80's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">vert</span> skating by the people who invented and dominated the sport, riding original boards and dressed in neon. Mike called me and asked if I was gonna dress up for it, I replied "dude, I don't need to, my dress sense is permanently stuck in the 80's thrasher skate RAD era". I guess I just can't let go of a time where skating was all I lived for, and skate rags and vision street wear <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">t's</span> were all I owned. Even if I skate like a complete <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">doosch</span> nowadays I still have a nostalgic place in my heart for the bright colours and RAD mag inspired "I don't give a f*ck" rowdy mentality of 80's skateboarding. Even though, hammering down the side of a Welsh valleys village vertical street, in a bright pink Hot tuna <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">hoodie</span> on a hand-me-down <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">de</span>-laminated, Santa Cruz Corey O'Brien board with a viciously worn away tail, sliding all over the road on borrowed and flatted OJ2's......in the RAIN, was a million miles away from the Californian blue sky's and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">vert</span> ramps that I saw in photographs in RAD. I am fairly sure that 90% of all my bodily scars are from eating curbs,steps and banks in my brief time trying to be a good skater 20 years ago.<br />I never thought I would ever get the chance to see Tony Hawk and Steve Caballero skate a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">vert</span> ramp in California on original boards doing strictly 80's style tricks when I sat in my bedroom in 1987 each night fantasising about owning and skating the new Santa Cruz board which was always way out of my 2 quid a week pocket money budget (which in later years proved to be quite adequate for a flagon of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Stonehouse</span> in which to fall, pissed out of my face, out of trees on).<br />I remember with fond memories the spots where I left bits of my skin, blood,sweat and my fear... such as the banks and steps up <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">th</span>' uni, curbs down by the Albion, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Coedylan</span> brick ramp walls, the quarter pipe we built down the factories which got burned, B&Q and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Halfords</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">clarkeys</span> suicide attempt at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Leckwith</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Mikeys</span> chin plant at Port <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Talbot Halfpipe</span> and the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">legendry</span> marble and benches down the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Precinct</span> <img src="file:///Users/jamieoliver/Desktop/precinctC3.jpg" alt="" />(RIP).<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/ST2wQjFXQkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/MVJgfHpSBzk/s1600-h/precinctC3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VVNP_1457N4/ST2wQjFXQkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/MVJgfHpSBzk/s320/precinctC3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277568136690221634" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My respect goes out to my boys from back then who I slammed and bled with and who I shared my dreams: Skids, Peg, Mike Lewis, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Clarkey</span>, Jennings, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Swalesy</span>, and other legends like Griff, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Rosey</span> and that one time with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Pritchard</span> on the banks in Cardiff.<br />Good times boys, Good times!<br /><br />apologies to all those who haven't a frikin clue what the hell I'm on about. Let me have this one, it's all about memories today.Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12413116497407636966noreply@blogger.com9