I don't mind being this age, but rather, I'm shocked. I really don't feel like I've been alive that long. Perhaps my terrible maths skills have infected the entire world and we're all just wrong on this one.
Stuff that's happened as I begin my fifth decade:
Les Fat Jones were rated one of the top ten local independent releases of 2012 by local music mag Mondo Sonoro. (Slow clap.) In the coming year, we plan to record again with a different Catalan indie luminary. We've entered a battle of the bands where people will need to vote for us. Once voting begins, expect constant harassment from me.
Questular has landed a new client. Woo hoo! It's a company with fancy properties all over Europe. As Creative Editor in charge of content, I was hoping this meant jet-setting around, exploring them all, but no such luck. Instead, I will spend the next few weeks parsing emails and pouring over Google street view. I like to think there's a certain glamour in that. (I also like to think there's glamour in teaching English so my definition is clearly self serving.) Rather, much work and little money lies in my immediate future, but hopefully, internet millionairedom lies somewhere beyond. (knock on ALL the wood!)
Will 2013 be the year we finally see some new 2 Skinnee J's music? Watch this space.
Finally, I took up dancing. As in, I signed up for dance classes. Man. I figured I'm a musician, I've been dancing for fun my whole life, I'm black for Christ's sake. This will be a piece of cake. Yeah. It's a big piece of terror cake with frustration icing. I spend the entire class staring at my feet and counting while self-consciously sweating on whichever poor woman has been partnered with me. Good times.
And that's middle age so far. Apparently adolescence is not quite over yet.
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