Along with a bunch of friends including Jack Alcopop (as seen sweating profusely and crowd surfing right at the start of the above video), Lewis MMISL/Colour (crowd surfing on stage near the end) and James and Andy Tupolev Ghost (both somewhere in the mess of bodies) we partied hard to Andrew WK all night Saturday before spending Sunday nursing bumps, bruises and hangovers. The whole experience left me feeling my admittedly tender age and this morning was looking like a non-starter.
The thing with this job is that every now and again you need a little bit of space, a gentle reminder of how lucky you are and a nudge in the direction of creative motivation. Tiredness is not a great basis and can often see a week off to a slow start. Today, turning the other cheek at a day of pressing refresh on Facebook, reading and re-reading football stories on the BBC website and carefully sorting through my MP3 collection, I picked up my bag and decided to force the situation. A change of scenery, I've been told, is good to ease creative block and get the juices flowing. This is how my morning panned out:
1st Stop - The Post Office. Queues, it turns out, are not great for motivation. Strange old men starting their sentences with the words "in my day...", although amusing, are disappointing and cliched. Standing there, parcels in hand, I decide that rum may help grease my wheels.
2nd Stop - Borders. En route to the pub it's time for a pitstop in Borders to have a flick through some magazines. Most, much to my dissatisfaction, cover bands nowhere near good as ours. I pick up Wired to read about technology and things, and feel that brilliant glow of joy as I realise all of the coins in my pocket add up to exactly to the £3.90 required to purchase said magazine. Gotta love it when that happens. I think it's God's way of beating the recession.
3rd Stop - Wetherspoons. The usual Colin-from-Hundred-Reasons lookalike barman isn't in today and the replacement chav knows nothing of music. I turn to Sailor Jerry for suggestions of new release models, ways to increase awareness of our bands and other fun things we could be offering our fans. He puts forward some good suggestions and I then watch an old man try to walk through a wall. I decide to move on before the rum sends me in a similar direction. This is a work day after all...
4th Stop - Oxford University Parks. One of my favourite areas of Oxford. Peaceful, well-kept gardens sprawling for miles behind the uni buildings, connecting many areas of the city and populated by future world leaders. Apparently. Unfortunately today one my favourite things about the place is also my downfall as I wander aimlessly for too long and soon find myself lost heading in completely the wrong direction. To make things worse I have 'Scooby Snacks' stuck in my head and am desperate for a pee. A river running BOTH sides of my thin path does nothing to ease this pain and when I see a man who looks uncannily like John Locke, I begin to wonder just how far I've walked.
5th Stop - Home sweet home. A 5 hour pilgrimage for motivation and creativity over with, I return home triumphant, 2 pages of my notebook filled in the pub, Wired quickly scanned in the park and no less than 7 text messages full of ideas jotted on my phone as I walked, perhaps this is the way to start every week? My horribly blistered feet may not like it, nor would my bladder, but I can certainly think of worse ways to begin a working week.
Now to put some plans into action...