INZONE - Thursday 17 December

MEEeeeeeeeeeeeeem-ories... well foggy ones.

It's been a busy week. Good times. Got me thinking about the early days when I didn't have so much to do with my time... just working to earn that cash to go to some dodgey dive to see Blood Sucking Freaks play. Some place like Inzone. It was a place on Light Square next to what is now Zhivago.

It was the most gloriously grotty place. Bands on in two rooms. The floor was sticky with beer. There was maybe one girl to every ten guys and, trust me, the girls were scarier than any of the guys. A great place for a group of nineteen year old misfits to spend their time. Learning how to interact with a world outside of their bedrooms. The taste of beer was still new to me. Female company was still a relative mystery to me. All that existed was loud, loud, filthy sweaty music. And it was good.

Things have changed, I have changed but I'm sure glad for those 'wasted' few years. Figuring shit out. It's all the buiding blocks for who you are now if you choose to take from those experiences, whatever they are, and learn from and extrapolate upon them.

Don't pine for the past. Don't try to hold onto things that have had their day. Keep on moving forward.