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[09 Oct 2007|04:16pm]
I went over to Uhmerica and lived in a stunning wee house in VA with some delicious young ladies for 3 outstanding months and on my leaving night I got completely fucked on 99 apples, stole a golf cart, skinned my knees and made out with an ex-priest. Then I went to New York for a bit, actually met Ludacris, and then I came home.

It was healfy. I've been home for a month now UUUGHHHHHH :( and all I've done is drink absolute nonsense, snuggle into all my pals and indulge in things I used to do "back in the day". like listen to Less than Jake and go to house parties and fancy boys with star tattoos and hold hands with all my girlfriends all the time.

Tis all good in this hood, though.
[now now draco, play nicely]

what the fuck am I going to do [22 May 2007|11:00am]
[ mood | terrified, overwhelmed ]

-----Original Message-----
From: Christine Soutar
Sent: 22 May 2007 10:08
To: Soutar, Gillian
Subject:

I take it there is no word on the visa appointment yet? We need to get organised – I am at the hairdressers on Saturday morning, but we could go shopping in the afternoon on Saturday to get stuff, start making a list of what you need.

Noticed Good Charlotte are playing the Carling, I might go....

Christine Soutar, FREC, CertRP

Recruitment Manager, General Insurance




for 12 weeks on the other side of the world from my mother?

[now now draco, play nicely]

amen to these words [06 Oct 2006|12:23pm]
[ mood | optimistic ]

"Punk rock should mean freedom. Liking and accepting anything that you like, playing whatever you want, as sloppy as you want. As long as it's good and has passion." (Kurt Cobain) [Via Pg.99 - In Love with an Apparition, the song we covered on Saturday.]

Anyone who has more than a passing interest in local music knows how easy it is to get caught up and fed up with all the bullshit and drama that goes on in any "scene". And if you count your involvement in years rather than months, you'll know how hard it is to get excited about yet another local band who sounds "just like ______". Small gigs lose their novelty, more and more faces at shows become strangers and you find yourself moaning and complaining like your granda' about how good it was back in the day -- and you've only been coming to shows for three months!

That's why it was so easy to forget that Motion had seen and done more than most of us involved in the local music scene, yet he brought nothing but enthusiasm and positivity to every show he went to - which was an absolute shitload across all the different cliques and genres. Everyone knew who Motion was and everyone was glad to see him come in the door, his positivity and enthusiasm just rubbed off on you and before you knew it you were dishing out bear-hugs to people you just met. Like countless other bands, and not just the ones who played on Saturday, we also experienced first hand just how enthusiastic and supportive he was towards local bands, the memory of him air drumming to one of our songs with a big massive grin on his face in Bar Bloc still brings a massive grin to mine. Whatever he did, he seemed to do it with the kind of grin we all had on our faces on Saturday. Enjoying bands and meeting new people is something we all like to do, but not many people are willing to put themselves out there for these new bands and new faces, but that's exactly what Motion always did. His lack of ego and positivity is even more refreshing when you consider that his involvement with one of the most popular local bands around spans five years alone.

We were humbled to have been asked to play the tribute gig on Saturday, and whilst a show to honour a personality like Motion was always going to be difficult, we'd just like to thank everybody involved in organising and contributing to what ended up being the most enjoyable show we were lucky enough to have been a part of. All the staff at the Barcode, and all of Motion's many close friends who promoted and ran the show as well as everyone who turned up to contribute in one way or another deserve so much credit for making Saturday what it was. When you reach the thirteenth band of the day and they come on at the scheduled time to a crowd of people who are still dancing and cheering for more, you know you've just taken part in something that will live on well after the doors close.

The idea has been raised of making "Motionfest" an annual event, and my first thought was whether or not it would be necessary. But what could be more necessary than a day to turn up and watch local bands, meet new faces and have a laugh like it was all new to us? Or more necessary than a day to just drop the poses and forget about chun or screamo, fringes or crusty dreads, straight edge or red stripe and all the other scene bullshit that Motion seemed to naturally avoid? For those of us lucky enough to have met him, what was lost with Motion's passing seems irreplaceable. But, still, it seems almost essential that we continue to celebrate the person that Motion was and make sure what he stands for continues to shine through all the bullshit that drags people down. If it takes a day like Saturday to remind us of everything good about our little scenes and communities then I'm all for doing it again and again.

Here's to Motion."

[now now draco, play nicely]

grand theft auto [01 Oct 2006|06:55pm]
[ mood | nowhere ]

so it's been two months, and a week and a few hours.

yesterday finally arrived and i can honestly say that i still don't believe that any of this has happened. like, i kept thinking to myself that he had somewhere else to be; like there was a fair and simple reason for his absence yesterday.

but the truth is, yesterday wouldn't have happened at all if he wasn't the absolute one-in-a-million, gem of a person that he was.

it really really really was an event for friends, a celebration of inspiration, beauty, youth and general awesomeness.

there was a pre-fest breakfast party at tom's, there was setting up, there were bands, words & tributes. a chant. There was about fifteen people, sitting cross legged in the street belting out a well-harmonised rendition of "Gangster's Paradise" and drinking champagne from the bottle. There was an after-party with some 80's classics. Some people even broke into a swimming pool. It was all pretty necessary.

we all did it together. and we all miss him.

[now now draco, play nicely]

and you approach land, without a harbour, and find your way home.... [28 Jul 2006|01:19pm]
[ mood | totally heart broken ]


(yes, he is wearing a sparkley thong. No, it isn't mine)

I can't stop reading his texts, looking at our pictures or picturing his wee mischievous chubby cheeks.


This morning I woke up and my heart shattered for about the millionth time this week. For now, it's all about trying to convince myself that I'm more lucky to have ever known him than unlucky to have lost him.

we've all been robbed.

[now now draco, play nicely]

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