So you want a healthy local scene? Go to shows, spend your money to pay the bands, cheer their songs, talk to the people there.
Help create your own surroundings, if you do nothing then you'll get nothing back in return, and certainly what you deserve.
Don't be so lazy and closed-minded that you'll get so stoned you lose interest and only support 'the music you love' because your friends have told you to come or risk being ostracised.
Likewise, don't feel so afraid to go somewhere on your own and see a band, because once you're there, it's going to be easy enough to make friends anyway. Such is our nature.
Stop talking the talk which makes you look cool and fit in to the scene you chose to boost your attractiveness to the opposite sex.
Start giving a shit and helping out the people who are in this for life and who make this their everything.

Theres such a big emphasis on loving this town, that sometimes I think people forget to pause and question whether they really should; what makes them so special; what exactly is that amazing about this little community. Community as interpreted by and large round here means nothing to me, the forced commonality of our main street and the surrounding venues is a feeble excuse for money making and hypocrisy, the end result of outside influences and that perenial desire to not only belong, but to belong at the top of the strata. What ever makes you look cooler, what ever makes you more attractive, whatever makes you more fuckable, 'go for it'. Just be aware that some people are doing this because it has bound itself to their spine, to their mind, to their very essence, and so when you have gone, moved on to the next fad, we will still be here, and we will be glad you have gone.

You do not make this town,
This town makes you.
And I'm not sure where the blame lies,
But this all feels fucking doomed.

What a learning experience this weekend has been.

Some bridges don't burn, but fall apart all by themselves anyway, decaying over time. And it's a shame, but it's probably inevitable. Oh well, this is life I suppose; and in a sense I'm glad. In a bittersweet sort of way, I am glad, because to my mind this life is all about growth and progression, and what can be seen to be more progressive than the loss of the old, and the re-emphasising of the new, and the prospects of the future?

This is not to say that I don't miss what once was there, the web we wove together managed to catch the best of times, and I will press snapshots into the scrapbook in my head, but I simply don't think things are ever going to be the same again. But maybe that's ok.


and on a different note

Everyone seems to be wailing about the winter coming in. I, on the other hand, welcome it, for now it feels like the world is finally in touch with me. It is cold, and it is grey, and it is bleak, and I feel at home here. This taken on it's own no doubt seems morbid, and perhaps it is, but personally, I genuinely do feel at home in the wintertime, and so right now I am starting to feel a lot better about everything than I have done for the past few months.
There is nothing I like more during this season, than going for a walk, often to the beach and the cobalt sea which arrives in these months. Here, putting on my favourite songs, having the world cradle and envelope me. Feeling my face turns cold though the rest of me is wrapped up and warm, as the dim sky lies draped like a grey blanket overhead. Letting every breath irrigates my lungs with the taste and smell of the very air itself. And all this, accompanied by vast, dark, velvet sounds, providing the perfect score to such a rich and overpowering time, as I open up my senses to the world, find that connection, and rediscover the home I have within myself.