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i love the idea of being lost in a new city. but in a city.
at the moment i am back to living with my dad...well, i say back, but this is really the first time since the parental split. thats a conversation for another time, though.
my point, lest i forget, is that i live in surrey. in bleak and mundane suburbia. all the stencilling in the world can't shake off the fact that i am far from people, and unlikely to meet any of the residents of all the personal prisons that surround. akin to fahrenheit 451, you stay in till you leave, at which point you go straight where you NEED to go. in a car. no one is interested in a little diversion, and i have tried.
i guess the main problem is with the lack of like minded souls, most of whom live in the city.
and the fact that it costs so damn much to get there, each and every day. it does mean that i have seen barbelith for the first time since the invisibles ended; something my previously full life had excluded my mind from even considering.
going to the library rules, i also picked up the first animal man book for a first read too.
they have swamp thing 1,3,5, and can get me nine.
i have read 1, and have taken out three and five, but am loath to read them. i am one of those people who would consider killing you if you ruined a movie for me. a good movie, mind.
i will probably start stencilling, if i can find a cheap place to buy auto sprays, or somewhere where they dont watch too closely.
any hints on technique? i mean, it seems pretty straightforward, but i am sure that like everything, there are a few mistakes everyone makes at first. i did used to do graffiti, so i do know how a can of paint works, but have never cut out a mask.
i am realising that i havent given any suggestions here....
what i do is play my guitar. i play my bass. i learned to beatbox in the last few months, and now can do it pretty well.
i am working on my singing, and am looking to get playing in bands again.
music is one of the best things you can do, it clears that chattering monkey mind the buddhists talk about, without even having to breathe funny. well, without having to try to breathe funny. talk to someone with the phone on their shoulder as they play guitar, and listen...that aint normal. it sounds like they are wanking, which is true in a sorta way.
i would love to think all you people out there have brilliant ideasa for the exorcising of middle clas greyness in M25 zone limbo...but i am quite sceptical. willing to be persuaded, but sceptical. |
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