So this week,

This time next week i shall hopefully be lying down after patting myself on the back after a good gig.

Im hosting an acoustic night and they've asked me to be funny, too. Of course im taking my guitar and im going to sing some of my daft/shit/fucking-hilarious songs. I've written and prepared material, too. It's all performance stuff which requires some sort of acting to pull off. Im not sure it'll work but i won't know until i try. Im very busy all week so i can't try the stuff out at an open mic that's relatively nearby, either.

Earlier the event organizer plugged the show on my facebook on my behalf. It made me laugh to be honest. I've been worrying a little too much to ask my friends to go. I don't need to now.
My main problem is nerves. I think i'll always get nervous. And when im nervous I can get robotic which needs mending. I need to flow like a stream ice-cold water on a buttered river bed.

So this week, i'll mostly be practicing my bits and my bobs. My talkie bits and my songs. Also i hope to prepare things to ad-lib which defeats the object i know but i want to be cool, like that water flowing over the buttered river bed.

What's becoming a pain in my arse is (not piles, yet) the fact that all my weird, cooky, useful, fun ideas come at roughly 2am. I can't not write them down straight away, either, or i will lose them. It seems that when i want to sleep, my mind flows like cold, cold water over a buttered river bed.

Now my insecurities have been addressed I want some toast. Buttered. In bed. A water bed.

Only be a good thing!

Went out last night. Check me all socializing and stuff. 

It was a welsh music night. There were three bands on, all of which i enjoyed.

I think that if i attended this, say, five or six years ago i wouldn’t have said the same thing. I would’ve enjoyed the night because i am a super, mega, awesome party animal. Obviously. 

When i was younger, all the welsh language music sounded forced or show-ee off-ee. It sounded as if welsh was their second language but they sung in it anyway just to seem clever. It never sounded natural to me. I will say that i had never listened to the super furry animals at that time, or Cerys Matthews, Both of which would’ve opened my eyes a little.

Since listening to the band and artist in the paragraph above, along with my friends japanese language tunage, (also, Jackie Chan’s version of “Ill make a man out of you” from Mulan) i have become far more open minded to stuff like that. Im even enjoying Rammstein now!

My complex’s aside, the three bands i saw last night (rather; two bands and an artist) sounded completely natural singing in welsh language. Their attitude seems less: “look at me im singing in welsh isnt that the tits?” but more: “yeah, im singing in welsh. I enjoy this. Deal with it.“ 

Here’s a video of one of the band’s i enjoyed

I speak welsh and i’m mega proud of it. I bust into it every so often. My friends and i converse quietly in welsh when we want to say something that might upset someone nearby. (reading that back it equates to; My friends and i bitch through the welsh language. Bitching isn’t nice in any language, but it is more fun in a different one.) We also speak welsh to have fun and make each other laugh. Last night it was more difficult because everyone in the room spoke the same language. It was actually quite refreshing. 

I don’t judge welsh people who don’t speak welsh, but i do judge people who don’t see the point of it. To those people i say this: Having the ability to speak an extra language can ONLY BE A GOOD THING!

Iechyd Da, joiwch a diolch!

CARIAD MAWR.

A new instrument for me to play.

Thanks to one of my best friends Mam, i’ve started playing the harmonica. 

I’ve always had a harmonica. It sat on my musical shelf along with two small bongo’s, an egg shaped maraca, a tin whistle, a swanee whistle, a ukulele and other smaller novelty instruments that i’ve collected and used here and there in recordings of my silly songs. 

I never put much thought to them, really. Mainly because they live in my mams house and i don’t. 

My one instrumental love is my guitar and I try to take it everywhere with me. Every weekend i took it to my friends house so i could practice and offer a backing track to our conversations. It was always a backing track for his phone conversations with his mam, too which she seemed to quickly get used to. Maybe even enjoy.

Two weekends in a row I chose not to take my guitar and she asked to speak to me on the phone and proceeded to tell me off. I explained that it was cumbersome and annoying to walk roughly a mile with before playing so i decided against it. I joked that I should bring a harmonica instead and she was happy with me again. Until next weekend. I hadn’t brought it with me so she didn’t have her weekend-harmonica-backing-tracked phone call. I had another telling off :(

Last weekend i went to my Mams for a family chat and whatnot. I was about to leave before remembering my opportunity to pick my C-harp.

Since having it on hand i’ve been playing it every now and again and i dare say im getting better. It cant hurt to have another musical instrument to play. And it’s easy to take with me. Also, if you talk through it you sound like an alien. 

So thank you Eirian (i hope i’ve spelt it right) for encouraging me to pick up another instrument to practice.