Personally, considering this is my blog all about lil ole meeeee, i have been sailing through. This weekend sees me actually having to work. For 3 hours anyway, playing tunes at a private gig. Much fun. But apart from that I have idle hands, and if i am honest an almost scarily high sex drive which means i have to KEEP DOING THINGS or i start twitching funny.
This has lead to me purchasing sets of oil pastels and pencils and a sketch book. I used to do a phenomenal amount of art in my younger days but haven't even tried in about 11 years. My first drawing is an owl, a stupidly coloured owl. Hérna:
Oh its no masterpiece or anything, not overly creative or expressive, but it did please me to know I can still kind of draw, albeit pointlessly. I think I will get better, and if not its fun anyway. I felt extraordinarily happy spending four or so hours sketching, doodling and generally covering my face and arms in oil pastel (mucky little buggers they are). This is the level of entertainment I needed this week.
But last night I went to the most well known music critic's birthday bash he held at Nasa. Free booze (ouch my head) and he asked about 15 Icelandic acts to collaborate on one song one-offs. It was strange yet enjoyable and I had a great time. Bands of all genres played; Mínus, Johnny Sexual, Ghostigital, Ham, Amina and many many others. A very interesting way to celebrate being older.
I don't have time to go into detail at the moment as I have to rush home and get myself dressed up as I am off in an hour to the Icelandic Music Awards... more free booze and pretty boys... shame.