Been listening to Sludgey,Doom groovey tunes all evening, stoner doom.. christ its got some good vibes to it... just sucks you in and before long your bobbing away!!!
Mystic Krewe of Clearlight
Spirit Caravan
The Hidden Hand
Dalis Llama
Blue Cheer
Goatsnake
Sleep
Acid King
Witch
Savage bands which really have some serious licks, If only they would play Ireland?
Music is a serious language of emotion i think. It just can reposition your mood to a better one or just allow you to melt into a song or just chill.
That what I love about it, its escapism without the escape.
I turned my back on music to go to pubs now its time to get back to it and immerse my soul in it!!
Medicate the Nation!
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
New York Adventures 2004 Part 1
I went on a J1 Visa to New York in 2004, it was one of the most enjoyable trips I have taken on my own. I learned an unmeasurable amount about life, work (hard work), people, race, american culture and indeed myself.
I got a job working as a labourer with my uncle in law, the construction sector in New York city is a massive employer in the grand scheme of things, it employs a lot of Irish and Mexicans which you would never know of.
My first day on the job was seriously hot, it was on amsterdam avenue in the basement of Columbia University, the job involved carrying rubble in buckets from the basement to a skip 2 floors up. Lovely sweat inducing work alright.
But the wages were fantastic $20 an hour so I shall not complain. New York City proved to be a very attractive place to me as a young (19) Irish wide eyed lad, I couldnt believe the immensity of so many people in such a small area. My first trip into the city, I was scared due to all the hype about the subway being so dangerous but I had no problems. I was staying in the Bronx in the Irish Area where Katonah avenue and Mclean avenue are. I got a bus to Woodlawn subway station and caught a 4 train to the city. I asked a man on the subway how long the journey took and it turned out the man was from Contae Cabhan and used to know my Great Uncle there. He ran a pirate Trad station in New York for 20 odd years.. very nice man.
I got off at Grand Central Terminal and walked and walked before I knew it, I was in China Town and it was 9Pm. 6 miles or so I walked that day taking in Central park, 5th av with sachs, Loui vuitton and many other spots.
I was thinking I should head back to woodlawn when I realised I had lost my wallet, you don't know the shit hemorrhage I had after realising I had no money to get back to the Bronx. Thankfully I had some dollars in my shorts, see thats what happened, the shorts pockets were crap and it just slipped out.
I was at Mulberry street subway station but it was shut so I walked to the next one in Chinatown and silly me bought a ticket the wrong way, I appealed to the good nature of the ticket seller claiming stupidity and I think it was the mixture of fear and Bambi eyes I gave here she let me through the correct gate to the awaiting 4 to Woodlawn.
When I got back to Woodlawn station, I heard my name been called and turned to see my aunt standing there. A cop had found my wallet and rang the number (my aunts) I had left in my wallet in case this kind of thing happened. She thought I had been mugged as I had no phone to call or text her.
My first day in New York City was a serious adventure, I got my wallet back with the cards then next day.
Do not wear shorts with crappy pockets for holding your wallet. A phew moment.
I got a job working as a labourer with my uncle in law, the construction sector in New York city is a massive employer in the grand scheme of things, it employs a lot of Irish and Mexicans which you would never know of.
My first day on the job was seriously hot, it was on amsterdam avenue in the basement of Columbia University, the job involved carrying rubble in buckets from the basement to a skip 2 floors up. Lovely sweat inducing work alright.
But the wages were fantastic $20 an hour so I shall not complain. New York City proved to be a very attractive place to me as a young (19) Irish wide eyed lad, I couldnt believe the immensity of so many people in such a small area. My first trip into the city, I was scared due to all the hype about the subway being so dangerous but I had no problems. I was staying in the Bronx in the Irish Area where Katonah avenue and Mclean avenue are. I got a bus to Woodlawn subway station and caught a 4 train to the city. I asked a man on the subway how long the journey took and it turned out the man was from Contae Cabhan and used to know my Great Uncle there. He ran a pirate Trad station in New York for 20 odd years.. very nice man.
I got off at Grand Central Terminal and walked and walked before I knew it, I was in China Town and it was 9Pm. 6 miles or so I walked that day taking in Central park, 5th av with sachs, Loui vuitton and many other spots.
I was thinking I should head back to woodlawn when I realised I had lost my wallet, you don't know the shit hemorrhage I had after realising I had no money to get back to the Bronx. Thankfully I had some dollars in my shorts, see thats what happened, the shorts pockets were crap and it just slipped out.
I was at Mulberry street subway station but it was shut so I walked to the next one in Chinatown and silly me bought a ticket the wrong way, I appealed to the good nature of the ticket seller claiming stupidity and I think it was the mixture of fear and Bambi eyes I gave here she let me through the correct gate to the awaiting 4 to Woodlawn.
When I got back to Woodlawn station, I heard my name been called and turned to see my aunt standing there. A cop had found my wallet and rang the number (my aunts) I had left in my wallet in case this kind of thing happened. She thought I had been mugged as I had no phone to call or text her.
My first day in New York City was a serious adventure, I got my wallet back with the cards then next day.
Do not wear shorts with crappy pockets for holding your wallet. A phew moment.
Conversational Thoughts through Time
Ive decided not be so composed about my words as i used to be, writing should flow from the heart but i suppose sometimes need structure but not always.
I am in a very new place, only one more project to do in college then I am straight into my dissertation on River Management. Time is ticking by to my last days in DIT and it is sad but also pretty cool at the same time. I have realised that I love solitude, been on my own gives me time and energy to focus on my thoughts, ideas and what I need or want to do. BUT I also love hives of activity, helping people in volunteering circles. Its what drives me to be passionate about life.
I hear many people saying they live for the weekend, I dont get this, I live for EVERY day as each brings something strange and unique that makes you frown, smile or cringe.
Life is definitely moving along at a fair pace for me. I have just spent a bit of time typing ideas for the DIT Green Week this year when I should have been doing a Risk Management case study. Its strange what and how we spend our time doing.
I was on a lunch date today with a girl I met a week ago, went ok, but that spark wasnt there, that moment you can chill and just talk about whatever. The conversation went ways and directions I couldnt turn back from, many holes were dug, but I dont feel so bad about it because I have realised that some people are compatible for short periods of time and others for life time.
I 'looking for anything, just to meet some really interesting people and talk, the topic of conversation has been lost in this dying Celtic Tiger economy. Somewhere between double vodka and redbull and hammered. The need for people to get blotto incenses me as it induces a very different type of person to come leaping forth from a person. The same is true of me, I do not like the very drunk me as I forget names and the detail. The 'detail' is the best part about conversations, the moments a spark can be lit between friends or lovers to make a conversation truely satisfying and enjoyable.
I am not using this blog to complain too many people do that already. From now on I choose Life, I choose to go to places I can talk, have the craic. Loud places are now beyond me except for gigs.
I am in a very new place, only one more project to do in college then I am straight into my dissertation on River Management. Time is ticking by to my last days in DIT and it is sad but also pretty cool at the same time. I have realised that I love solitude, been on my own gives me time and energy to focus on my thoughts, ideas and what I need or want to do. BUT I also love hives of activity, helping people in volunteering circles. Its what drives me to be passionate about life.
I hear many people saying they live for the weekend, I dont get this, I live for EVERY day as each brings something strange and unique that makes you frown, smile or cringe.
Life is definitely moving along at a fair pace for me. I have just spent a bit of time typing ideas for the DIT Green Week this year when I should have been doing a Risk Management case study. Its strange what and how we spend our time doing.
I was on a lunch date today with a girl I met a week ago, went ok, but that spark wasnt there, that moment you can chill and just talk about whatever. The conversation went ways and directions I couldnt turn back from, many holes were dug, but I dont feel so bad about it because I have realised that some people are compatible for short periods of time and others for life time.
I 'looking for anything, just to meet some really interesting people and talk, the topic of conversation has been lost in this dying Celtic Tiger economy. Somewhere between double vodka and redbull and hammered. The need for people to get blotto incenses me as it induces a very different type of person to come leaping forth from a person. The same is true of me, I do not like the very drunk me as I forget names and the detail. The 'detail' is the best part about conversations, the moments a spark can be lit between friends or lovers to make a conversation truely satisfying and enjoyable.
I am not using this blog to complain too many people do that already. From now on I choose Life, I choose to go to places I can talk, have the craic. Loud places are now beyond me except for gigs.
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