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Hey All,
I'm blogging quickly after browsing for a long time, because the PC I was browsing on had a broken spacebar. IfIusedthatone,everythingwouldlooklikethis.
Last night, after blogging I went to see my friend Hannah, who is always messaging me to get involved with something or other she is organising. Anways, to cut a long story short she is trying to organise some tours or whatnot, which might benefit from my input. Probably the most useful thing that came out of hanging with her last night was that I found out that if I ever want to get live reviews in print, I definitely need to start writing in a much more compressed manner (ie no more than 500 words).
I finally got home at about 2AM, and had to wake up Nenad because I left my keys in the flat (I had intended to get home while people were awake).
Today: got up and wrote a coverletter for the Foyles position I am applying for. Read the digital/fantasy art mag I had bought. All good. Somehow the amazing artwork I find in the in that magazine has a lifting effect on me (they had a feature on Brom, which was good too).
The fantasy art mag got me thinking about Steampunk, just because there was something kind of Steampunk-ish in there. And I started writing a childrens story about England being attacked be a giant Steam-powered war engine created by a mad scientist, that breaks down as it is about to crush the house of parliament due to subtle sabotage by a street urchin pressed into stoking the giant furnace that boils the steam. I see where it goes.
I talked to Cecil, who was a little miffed that Nenad hadn't told him that there would be an Austrian girl living in our flat for a week. I'm getting tired of being the messenger between those two.
One cold shower later, I spanked my amended CV onto my USB chip and headed down to Haff's Caff to email my CV and the cover letter to Foyles... only to discover that I had left the cover letter on the laptop at home. Run home, crossload, run back.
Anyways, the email got sent. Hoorah! Another job applied for!
Firing up my main Email account, I discovered that a couple of intersting messages:
Firstly: the Live Reviews editor from the German/Dutch metal webzine morrigans-pit.com emailed me back, saying they accepted my offer to send them reviews, and that they might be able to arrange occaisional press-passes to some shows. Like the Black Dahlia Murder show in London mid June. She also wanted to know if I was interested in doing interviews and CD reviews. Naturally I emailed back saying that I was. Sweet!
Next up, was an email from Karen Farrugia from Universal Music, Australia. She was writing to tell me that the AFI Face to Face interview might be back on, if I was available at Half Nine on the 20th of May.
[reservedly] Double Sweet!
Of course, once cancelled, twice shy. But it will be good if the interview goes ahead, even if I have to deal with slightly cranky, tired musicians.
Now I'm going home. And I might go out to another Death Metal show. Or stay home, fry a steak and get an early night. Either or.
Over and out.
J
I'm blogging quickly after browsing for a long time, because the PC I was browsing on had a broken spacebar. IfIusedthatone,everythingwouldlooklikethis.
Last night, after blogging I went to see my friend Hannah, who is always messaging me to get involved with something or other she is organising. Anways, to cut a long story short she is trying to organise some tours or whatnot, which might benefit from my input. Probably the most useful thing that came out of hanging with her last night was that I found out that if I ever want to get live reviews in print, I definitely need to start writing in a much more compressed manner (ie no more than 500 words).
I finally got home at about 2AM, and had to wake up Nenad because I left my keys in the flat (I had intended to get home while people were awake).
Today: got up and wrote a coverletter for the Foyles position I am applying for. Read the digital/fantasy art mag I had bought. All good. Somehow the amazing artwork I find in the in that magazine has a lifting effect on me (they had a feature on Brom, which was good too).
The fantasy art mag got me thinking about Steampunk, just because there was something kind of Steampunk-ish in there. And I started writing a childrens story about England being attacked be a giant Steam-powered war engine created by a mad scientist, that breaks down as it is about to crush the house of parliament due to subtle sabotage by a street urchin pressed into stoking the giant furnace that boils the steam. I see where it goes.
I talked to Cecil, who was a little miffed that Nenad hadn't told him that there would be an Austrian girl living in our flat for a week. I'm getting tired of being the messenger between those two.
One cold shower later, I spanked my amended CV onto my USB chip and headed down to Haff's Caff to email my CV and the cover letter to Foyles... only to discover that I had left the cover letter on the laptop at home. Run home, crossload, run back.
Anyways, the email got sent. Hoorah! Another job applied for!
Firing up my main Email account, I discovered that a couple of intersting messages:
Firstly: the Live Reviews editor from the German/Dutch metal webzine morrigans-pit.com emailed me back, saying they accepted my offer to send them reviews, and that they might be able to arrange occaisional press-passes to some shows. Like the Black Dahlia Murder show in London mid June. She also wanted to know if I was interested in doing interviews and CD reviews. Naturally I emailed back saying that I was. Sweet!
Next up, was an email from Karen Farrugia from Universal Music, Australia. She was writing to tell me that the AFI Face to Face interview might be back on, if I was available at Half Nine on the 20th of May.
[reservedly] Double Sweet!
Of course, once cancelled, twice shy. But it will be good if the interview goes ahead, even if I have to deal with slightly cranky, tired musicians.
Now I'm going home. And I might go out to another Death Metal show. Or stay home, fry a steak and get an early night. Either or.
Over and out.
J
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