Summertime

It's been raining a lot. And thunderstorms too. It hasn't been that bad really. We've had things to do on our relatively new house, and you can get bored with being on the beach every day. Or so I am told anyway. I love being on the beach. Or laying in the garden. My iPod filled with John Waite, Journey, John Sykes, 3DD and the occasional Mötley Crüe tune. Not forgetting "Life" by Brides of Destruction which is a lifesaver song. I totally love it. Must hear it first of all when I switch on the iPod. It's become a soundtrack to my life. Other songs that definitly are soundtracks would be "In Dreams" by John Waite and "I Wish It Would Rain" by John Sykes and just about every song made by Phil Lynott. "In the summer we went crazy, we fooled around all the time..." "Please Don't Leave Me" - was there ever a better, more summerish song written?

Music is what makes my heart go faster, what makes me survive the grey days when everything just seem useless, pointless and meaningless. I hate those days. But I hate the days when music isn't helping, even more. It's been over a year now since I felt that way. I guess it all had to do with me moving and leaving my old life - walking in an endless circle - behind. I used to get up in the morning, go to work, work, come home exhausted, eat some shitty food and fall asleep in front of the tv. Saturdays and Sundays were spent sleeping and doing the laundry. If I ever fel up to get out, have a drink I usually couldn't afford it as my appartment cost almost as much as I was earning, and I didn't earn that bad... My life wasn't good. I just kept getting older and bitter and anti social. I was good at my work, I really was but I wasn't appreciated. I followed my heart more than the rules and the candle was burning no ends.