[This was meant to be posted at 5:37am on 07/11/13, but it didn’t post due to (I can only presume) dodgy hotel wifi (it was very dodgy) and I was none the wiser. I’ve just found it in my “drafts folder” and noticed it didn’t post, so here it is. Weirdly enough, I was meant to post this before what turned out to be probably the best 3 days of my life, so it’s kind of cool to look back on this, hence me posting it up here 4 months later]
It’s 5.37am in a hotel room in Madrid. I’m knackered, i’m hungry and i’ve been sat in a van for 11 hours today travelling from our previous show in Toulouse. But I can honestly say i’m having the time of my life.
I’m doing what I dreamed of doing when I was a 13 year old kid who was just starting his first band. And i’m meeting some amazing people and friends along the way.
This is where I want to be and this is what I want to do.
The bitter part of me thinks that I’m just glad I didn’t listen to the teachers at school who told me maths was more important than music and that I was wasting valuable time skipping their lessons to practice music instead. All those people I wanted to come and see my band play back home in Manchester and never did. None of that matters anymore. It should have never mattered in the first place. It’s a big world out there and I plan on making noise in every single corner of it for the rest of my life.