Like, Hell

Having tried to clear some of the shit from my bedroom floor, I spent most of Thursday night reading through a mini-zine that me and Jon had put together for a Farewell to Arms show we set up and thinking over stuff (sleep was pretty hard to come by). Barely anyone showed up to the show; FTA travelled most of the day to play to about 5 local kids and a handful of guys from other towns. To be honest I don't really know how many people read it and out of those, how many of them really gave a shit, but I was getting really excited over it. It was really cool to read some of our ideas back to myself. It clearly doesn't matter at all that our town is made of kids who mostly don't care for much of what you do when you can take comfort in your own and a friends ideas written permanantly; when I get hung up over other transient stuff thats just gonna pass its always gonna be there.

I remembered how stoked FTA were to play and it got me real psyched over a few dates we've got planned for half term outside of Wales (including the means to an end festival!). Louis also sent me a txt about the zine that had me smiling for ages. It seemed immense how excited they were about everything. I'm probably just going to be dissappointed by the experience, but it feels to me like playing outside of Wales is going to be like re-finding other kids on the same page as you all over again, like the first time I met Jon here, the friends we've made from NATC and other bands and the kids up in Brecon etc.

I eventually got to sleep and woke up half an hour late for school, which was shit.

Noel