I've a love for music with a day spent hanging around and videoing my friend's gig being a great way to spend the start of my weekend. Making videos is becoming one of my favorite things to do.
I followed my musician friend to the country while he produced a young band's demo for their first album - and I made a video of it, of course.
Me in my bathroom followed by a trip to the art gallery with some lawn mowing to finish the day - I know, riveting stuff.
I took a quick walk around the city and headed to one Perth's great beaches. This is a little of where I live and what I do.
Life off the Record is a new YouTube series I’m producing with musician Michael Vdelli as he takes us inside what it’s like to build and maintain a successful self-managed music career while navigating the many twists and turns that present themselves along the way.
With unprecedented access to record label discussions, agent negotiations, studio recording sessions, and the at times delicate matter of family business dynamics, Life off the Record pulls back the curtain on the music industry offering an intimate view of what life’s really like for an independent recording artist.
I haven’t slept. It’s like a group of psychiatric patients escaped and decided to hide out in my head with tequila and a couple of piñatas - the festivities have been going for a day or two. I’ve tried drinking hot chocolate, burning oils, incense and meditating to no avail. I guess nothing can help you when your unhinged friends drop by for a party.
Sex would be the best remedy, but there’s nobody to have it with. The last person to let me lay on top of her naked with this body has been gone a while. She was a lovely woman though - generous, kind, patient, caring, all the qualities you’d look for in a partner. Allie was just a bit too much of a hippie though. She’s probably now married to a guy named Aura who runs a retreat in Bali called Cosmic Caresses where for a fee someone will hold you in their arms and whisper in your ear how important to the universe you are. I hope she’s happy.
I’d be happy if I could sleep.
Being sleep deprived is dangerous, and I’m not really the the dangerous type. My heart rate rises enough at the thought of drinking an under-chilled chablis - god forbid I have to deal with a faulty oven timer while baking a sponge cake - that’s living on the edge enough for me.
Oh to sleep. Maybe if I get drunk - no, that’ll just make me want to put on a Bee Gees record. I bet Barry Gibb was sleep deprived when he wrote Night Fever, and Staying Alive - that could have been a Tragedy…
Actually, writing this nonsense has proved to be quite an effective sedative - it will probably put everyone else to sleep as well.
One of my favorite pastimes is to wander the city people watching. I particularly enjoy the quirky characters or unconventional types you see enjoying themselves - the eccentrics of the world add color to the palette of life, I think.
I recently took a quick trip from Perth city to the port town of Fremantle recording some of the people and sights.
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