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SLOW PURGE

Started a new little blog exclusively for writing about my music/travel life, tour diaries, thoughts/rants/ill-conceived theories, musical manifestos, things like that. The old Oversexed/Underpaid journalism site I’ll reactivate/update when I get round to it, maybe.

Where writing riffs is flowing easier than ever before, the writing of words has dried up. With music I can switch the brain off, but writing is a different process. It used to be the easiest thing in the world, like breathing. But the last couple years of booze/drugs/social media/living in England/watching the daily live-streamed genocide, have left me feeling exhausted and mildly brain damaged at best, or like my brain is actually cracking in half at worse times. 

So, the words that come out right now most easiest are to do with music, the band and its misadventures. Which tracks since when I’m not out riding those disasters, I feel mostly adrift, unable to relax but not able to be productive either. I wish I had more to offer right now than idiot-in-band bullshit. It’d be nice to contribute something half useful to any political discourse. But I’m pretty burnt out. And there’s smarter voices out there addressing all that.

Gotta keep writing tho, otherwise the brain will fully crack in two. This is the way forward. I am wholly without discipline. But on a 3 week European tour that descended into madness from the first date, I managed to write every single day, come rain/shine/hangover/meth disaster. And I once manifested a whole future just from exorcising my thoughts and writing them down. I’ve felt heavy physical and mental ailments lift just from being on stage and then writing about it, transforming/returning my fucked state into something almost whole and right. So let this be a slow purge of ailments. Let this be the way forward.