This entry is post-dated because I’ve been too busy with everything else to get around to posting anything meaningful. Looking back at the old photos of Brady Avenue have been a bit difficult and it is easy to get sentimental about what you’ve left behind. Now I am living in a larger place, which at the moment doesn’t particularly feel like my home. Well we quit Brady Avenue on 25 September and the move was as traumatic as expected. On 26th September, I rose at 5am to start my career as a professional shopkeeper, all the while keeping my hand in as a freelance writer. Life is harder now and the money is still just as tight, but at least I feel I have a purpose instead of leading the self-indulgent life I had before. Such is the life of creatives – please yourself and no-one else, really. Oh the tales I could tell regarding running a shop, but this is a small village and people would soon get a whiff of my online bellyaching. Again, maybe I should go underground?
Anyway, this sums up the end of my old life. A before and after picture of Studio Lock (which at the moment surrounds me in about thirty different boxes – and every day I keep telling myself that this is the day I will get my gear back together. It has been nearly a month since I touch a guitar. Oh dear, I suddenly realise how miserable I am without all my toys surrounding me. How shallow is that, eh?). Tough shit, Darren. You made your own bed, now lie in it, sonny Jim.
Before…
After…
The End of Studio Lock