Pffffffffft.
Today was not a good day.
Yesterday’s creative optimism brought crashing back to reality. A combination of professional disapointment, exitstential malaise and living in the only city where ‘glass’ is a verb. I can’t even be bothered going into it to be honest, except to say that I’m now even more determined to make this Zodiak thing work. Fuck having bosses.
Sometimes the only thing that can cheer you up is some good old nostalgic gansta rap:
Don’t worry, I’ll snap out of it; Kurt Vonnegut, a glass of Rioja and a haircut should do it. That and a phone call to the letting agent for that place I was on about yesterday. I saw another venue today actually; an old gym out in Ibrox. Almost totally derelict, but it put me in mind of the fire station from Ghostbusters. Lots of potential, and a nice wee nostalgic quality. It would be a whole lot of work, obviously, but all it would take would be a decent montage…
See, I feel better already.
Oh, here’s this week’s mix. Enjoy!
