Notes from when I joined a band as ALAN (Drummer) and played a gig after 2 rehearsals.
How can one small seemingly insignificant thing hurt so much. How can it affect your life, make you change the way you hold yourself and things. (Reflection after burning my hand cos I was thinking about a boy instead of concentrating on literally hot things).
If a street can win The Turner Prize then I guess me being in a band can be classified as art. I got drunk that night and kissed someone I shouldn’t have. That’s what artists do, right? Art imitates life. This is my life. ALAN is my world.
Does this even mean anything. No.