Sunday 13 September 2009

A Promise

I ain't no fucking drama queen.

But when I say this, accept in your own mind that these are my own thoughts, and you couldn't possibly understand what goes on in there.

Just come to terms with it.

There's a band from round these parts, who've entered a competition and have got to the final four. There's a lot riding on this, and they could come out the other side with their lives changed.

I can't stand for this, no way. Not when there are hard working, incredibly talented bands who achieve nothing.

I will lose faith in everything I once thought good if this happens, and as a result I will no longer be able to put my heart and soul into what I do, knowing that this type of travesty is going on.

I will give it all up, sell my instruments, never play again, because I simply would not be able to comprehend all of this.

A 1/4 chance of them winning, so that's a 1/4 chance of me giving it all up.

You couldn't possibly understand, babe.

Remember This

If anything happens to me, finish the CD and get it out.

My last will and testament.

Over.