A Work In Progress

Part of the reason I started this blog was because I'd be able to access it in my room, away from the prying eyes of others, thanks to the help of my trusty new laptop. I'm in the boringly slow process of putting all of my old music onto it while I'm writing this. At the moment, it's some good ol' Marvin Gaye.
I'm not technologically savvy, but that doesn't stop me from being too proud to use it at every opportunity. According to the trusty sticker on the front it's a "HP Pavilion dv3 Series Entertainment Notebook PC"... Brilliant...

Anyway, I was shocked and appalled to find that you can't get your songs from an iPod back into iTunes on another computer! Now, I may be a little behind the times when it comes to things like this, but it still sucks.
It sucks hard because most of my music has been taken off albums or singles I've borrowed off my friends. I used to have the back ups on the computer everyone else in this house uses but someone, in their complete and all knowing wisdom, did something that corrupted the files. As you could guess, I was not impressed.

While I've been doing a mad search and rescue for all of my currently owned CD's i found two that I've been looking for since this time last year. When I was in year 10 we had to do work experience for a week, and I was lucky enough to get a placement at The Tone Factory down in Moorabbin.
It was awesome being there. I was with a bunch of guys who had almost no work at the time so they'd set up a ping pong table and a dart board. For five days from 10 to 4 I'd play table tennis or darts and jam in some of the session rooms. One of the guys showed me how they recorded different ads in the master studio and then helped me mix a small song.
I called it Binary, and it only goes for about two minutes, but it's a start. If I can figure out how to navigate my way around this blog ill see if i can post it up on here for you all to insult my poor playing skills.
I've also got two other of my own songs recorded thanks to a song writing workshop last year with my friend Louise and a girl we met there called Zoe.

So I found the CD with all of these songs on them and it made me think about all of the things i wanted back then.
Back in year 10 my parents fought a lot and tended to take it out on my sister and I, not that she helped herself much, and all they wanted me to do was drop out school and do an apprenticeship in either carpentry or plumbing.
I had different ideas entirely: I had the regular schoolboy dream of spending my days in a never ending jam session with my good mates and make a bit of money out of it. I was so optimistic about it back then, and still a little bits so, and it seems kinda foolish now pinning all of my dreams on that.

It's good though, remembering where I've been, and what I've gone through.
Ill soon tell you about my mate, David, the jolly Canadian. He's over in India at the moment being all noble and devoting the best part of 6 months or so to teaching Tibetan refugees English. In my next blog I might explain more on this because I'm getting a bit tired and lazy and I've gotta start studying for exams soon.
Before I go, the thought for the day: Have you had a moment where you look back at what you were and how it's made you now? I wish they'd come freely and more often to me rather than when I'm recovering from the night before.
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The First and Last are Always Remembered

So, the momentous first blog: I'll keep it quick.
Well it's somewhere around 2:00 and I got all sentimental over something so I put on Roads by Portishead (now Glory Box by the same band) and decided to document some of my daily fortunes (mis- or otherwise) from this point onwards. I've got to say, being this early in the morning I'm having trouble dusting off the brain and ridding it of all the gunk it up took since this morning.

To start, I'm Mike. I'm somewhere between the mental age of an eight year old and and someone considerably older. I live somewhere South-East of Melbourne and I hope I can be a little more creative than this later on.
I'm sure you'll find out I have a twisted and somewhat macarbe and psychosexual at times, and at others completely off. My family seems to think so, and you might hear about them later on down the track.

Now, just to set this out for you, more so for myself, I'll try to adhere to at least a vague formula or regular updates on this, but it is my first proper blog and one of my first actual commitments in life outside of the ordinary. Contrary to the name, this will not be daily, hopefully just when I feel the need to splurge some information that races around in my head. That, fortunate for some and not so for others, is almost inevitable. Chances are you'll get a few posts when I've come home from a big night out and I'm feeling pseudo-philosophic.
Also, I'll try to be nice and friendly but I promise nothing more than a poor attempt at that.
I'll also try to get my one vague thought that relates to the blog in the title, so keep an eye out for any bland ones and I'll see what I can do.

I'm hoping someone will find my ramblings, rants, raves and rhetoric as entertaining as I do.
Blogs away!