it seems like i've been lied to.
the editor said my article would be in this week's paper.
stir in a number of emails back and forth between me and our solicitor's in which i think i managed to piss her off because i don't really understand all the jargon bullshit and i also insinuated that nothing had progressed for weeks.
top another wednesday off by heading out to a gig i'm meant to review and finding out that not only is the guy i'm meant to be reviewing not headlining at all, he is in fact the first support on, but add to the mix that i'm not on any of their guestlists.
long story short, i got in, and the review should be up on glasswerk shortly because i've had a rather productive hour and a half and not only completed my review of last night but also knocked out another blog/article based on last night's experiences, so keep your eyes peeled for that one too (unless you plan on looking out for it in the Enfield Advertiser, in which case you might as well hibernate for six months).
and so around these parts you should be expecting a fair few music related pieces coming soon as i have also got my write-up of monday's Battle of the Bands gig and my *ahem* 'review' of Enfield's truly likely to be absolutely spectacular Fake Festival !!!
all of that is without even mentioning the truly cheesey new-wave band that actually were headlining last night, i certainly wouldn't spend fifteen quid to go and see China Crisis live, but their music was pure teen movie montage material which was nigh impossible to not like and the camp, expletive-ridden between song banter was surely a highlight of what was possibly the most enjoyable band i have seen for a long time!!
but before all of that kicks off, let's breifly revisit my mild obsession with Synchromystiscm, and a quote that i think really sums up how i think it should be viewed, treating it as a curiousity to be observed instead of merely letting the coincidences pass us by.
"Unless we prefer to be made fools of by our illusions, we shall, by carefully analysing every fascination, extract from it a portion of our own personality, like a quintessence, and slowly come to recognize that we meet ourselves time and again in a thousand disguises on the path of life."
credit where it's due:
quote found on griFen of the Fringe