Second Post

Hey all

Well, went to the 'birthing' class yesterday at the Rotunda. I wasn't particularly surprised by anything. I noticed that a muslim couple were really 'un-physical' with each other. We had all been told to rest our hands on our partners' belly and feel the breathing, but these two didn't do it. Nor did they do any other similar exercises. That can't be healthy, considering the act which got them there in the first fucking place.

Valerie, who is the physio, reminds me of my Aunty Nellie and my Aunty MaryAnn in Leicester. Really nice.

Went to Margaret Healy's house to 'lay down some tacks man'. Oopps 'Tracks' I mean!! Her music has it's own thing and is hard to explain...she also has a singing style which I like. She wants to record soon. I hope it works out for her. Music can be a bitch sometimes. I suppose it's like any other business. I was reading 'This Band Could Be Your Life' and evry one of the bands in it talk of hard times financially.
Do you think it is actually prerequisite of being successful? I kinda think so in most cases. They all played out their careers for the most part in shitty venues, living in shitty vans. Now we laud them. As if they were rock stars. Maybe some of 'em are NOW. But not then...the rose tinted syndrome eh?

Tho I kinda wish I played harder stuff again...perhaps I feel it's like a belonging. I love the stuff I write now and my band are excellent if I could get them some gigs, but I hanker after the sense of community which hardcore and the ilk gave me. Is it forever in the past? I dunno. I'm not young any more. Are we all destined to have babies when the hardcore goes away? Fuck it...this is my new hardcore!

Evening all

Pat