Too much drinking in berlin 07
Hello readers!
I am so tired, and I need to clean my mind. I feel like I need to get a scrubbing brush and scrub all the shit off every brain cell.
Timezones, airports, drugs, booze, life, women, junkfood, german food, languages.
Scrub them of each brain cell…
In the airport next time me a baby vommits on mum, dad and mum argue while the baby vommits more. Something to lookforward to later in life. I can see why people are so driven towards the family life…
The gigs in Berlin went really well, people came, we sold records, ect. I’ve decided the big move comes in 2009, Ill come home to tour and stuff, so its not goodbye.
I’ve always been afraid to move out of Brisbane because of my musicing, but this year with all the travel, and reading and thinking I’ve done, I have decided life as a nobody in someplaces is far better than life as a somebody in others.
Its funny when you start doing something as a teenager, and then you keep doing it, and your body grows up (and brain). They say that (according to emma deans father, see last blog) some young men can’t tell the difference between reality and fiction, perhaps it was at this stage of development (actually it was) that I decided I was going to be a rockstar.
I could go on Australian Idol, I could get singing lessons and go to song writing workshops, and I could go to the gym and get a sexy body (well sexier). I could clean my skin, eat well, and look like a boyband vision of beauty.
I know the formular, I think I could actually do it if I wanted to be a celebrity musician. I could re-record tacky song and sing it like a clean cut nicolback band, and cut out the fucking and the cocaining. But no, not what I want to do.
Now I just want to be a great artist, I want to hang out with great musicians and artists, and live around people where I can where that on a shirt without being gay bashed, or tackled by a drunk rugby player. Most (not all) of the great artists I’ve met play in the courners of crap bars, and have never been on the cover of rolling stone. Their hearts are in better places than mine is now, you see ambition can be a killer force in ones life.
When I get home, I am going to lit on the couch for three days watching x-files (hopefully with jesse). I need a break and I need to scrub my messy, dirty brain.
SELF HELP
ED x
