Off to Bestivaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal now
Off to Bestivaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal now
I. Am. So. Excited. For. Bestival!
Got a text from my old flatmate that he received a ‘Sorry you were out’ card. Text him a thousand questions trying to find out how to pick up my tickets. Called the phone number and they said I needed the card to figure out where they are.
So arranged to wake up early Saturday to trek down to Clapham North before going to Argos with Essy to buy a tent. Text Luca the night before to say – leave the card in the kitchen. Get to the flat and there’s no card. Call him – he’s left the card in his room. God only knows why it would be in his room. VERY angry. Head to the local post office just in case they’re there and I can pick them up. They’re not there. VERY angry.
Went to ARGOS – got a tent 🙂 £49.95 for a pop-up tent, two mats, two sleeping bags and two chair. Ohh yeah.
Es and I met Lans and Whit for lunch then we saw Amy in Pricilla. She was amazing and the show has a killer soundtrack! So much fun. Then Lukey met us after for drinks 🙂
Decided I better try again to get the * card, so treked back down to Clpaham – didn’t even care, wore my dance pants lol – and go tthe thing. Hurrah!
Got to work today and called the number. The post office has returned to sender. Terrific. Called Ticketline, the sender. They told me to call back after 10am. Called back after 10am and while I was on hold they were playing cool tunes and I got excited and then the lady told me I’m now picking them up at the venue. Sorted!
Soooooooo aaallllll ssseeetttttt!
Chase & Status, The Prodigy, LCD Soundsystem, Hot Chip, The xx, Dizzee Rascal, Fat Freddys Drop, Hurts, The Boy Who Trapped The Sun, Mylo, Mumford & suns, La Roux & mooooooooooooooooore
I can’t tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now there’s a steel knife in my windpipe, I can’t breathe
But I still fight while I can fight as long as the wrong feels right
It’s like I’m in flight, high on love, drunk from the hate, it’s like I’m huffing paint
And I love it the more that I suffer, I sufficate
And right before im about to drown she resuscitates me, she fucking hates me and I love it
Wait where you going? I’m leaving you , no you ain’t, come back we’re running right back
Here we go again it’s so insane cause when it’s going good, it’s going great
I’m Superman with the wind in his bag, she’s Lois Lane
but when it’s bad, it’s awful, I feel so ashamed
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? But that’s alright because I like the way it hurts..
Carnival did not look promising. I’m not gonna lie. I’d heard things like “you can’t get home”, “you can’t move”, “the tube is horrendus” etc etc.
But after brunch with Luke, Lans and Es, the girls headed to Notting Hill to meet Whit and Fran for some carnival action. Lans didn’t have an umbrella or cardigan (typical) but we forced our way up Regent Street with the wind and rain howling and us yelling – Summer!!!! REally!!!!??? Reeeallly London!!?? My suede bag took quite a beating.
The festival was more like a massive street party. Hundreds of thousands of people were scattered about the streets of Notting Hill drinking and dancing to Reggae, Dubstep, and world music. Such a good day!! My calves are absolutely killing from busting moves.
Whit lives round the corner so we all went back to her place to kick on and I chatted with Russians (who made me shot Wodka – DIE), Germans, Pommies and Aussies and I ate way too much dessert (thanks John) and drunk way too many cocktails (thanks Fran). Whit and Lans cornered me and we had a chocolate cake fight – hot. No really.. it was all in our hair and I woke up the next day smelling like cookies.
I also wrote two songs over the weekend, went to Camden Markets, Brick Lane for drinks and Broadway Market for dinner.
Not a day goes by when I don’t appreciate my London family – Luke, Amy, Lans, Whit and Es, I love you guys. I’m so lucky to have you in my life, you make my days brighter.
Next GIG: Monday Sept 6th @ 93 Feet East, Brick Lane, Shoreditch. 8pm. FREE
Got a call from my manager saying he had a spare place on the door for THE LIBERTINES gig that night.
I wouldn’t call myself a fan, I had only heard their album once at a friends place. So I felt pretty bad accepting the offer. I knew they were a big deal when I asked if there was another place on the door for a friend and Keith goes, “Sorry Riss, these tix are rarer than rocking horse shit”.
So I went and I fricken LOVED it. It’s now the night after and I just bought their albums and and am listening as I write this blog. Pete Doherty, although a criminal and a dirty drugtaker, is so charismatic and talented, that I now understand why he hasn’t been put behind bars.
The band was so tight, and the songs are really well written. They are the “founders of Brit Pop” if I may quote a friend. So get amongst it.
I know I won’t understand the unbelieveable-ness of seeing them live til I’m totally obsessed in a few months, but I really enjoyed the show and I tell ya what.. I’ve never seen so many hot guys under one roof in my life 😉
Another hectic week in the bag. Sal Lyden my buddy from Uni was in town so we had dinner at Dim Sum and some cheeky cocktails. OMG YUM. I was the size of a house walking through Soho. Was lovely to see her.
Tuesday went to a studio to sing some bvs for the producer/drummer dude. I studpidly decided to ride cause I wanted to go to Greg’s after to pick up a cd with Ricocheted goodies on it. I had to pull over and take my coat, scarf and shirt off on the Highbury & Islington “hill”. I don’t care what you say, it’s a hill.
Macks tracks were cool. He mainly wanted me to mask his voice cause he reckons singing’s not his strongest point – he is English. He is a man. After the first few takes I thought, what the f have I got myself into? I am down the river without a paddle. Some of his suggestions were “don’t think about the melody. There is no melody”. And, I have never spoke/sung before – mainly cause I sound like a tosser.
But by the end of the night, no joke, I sounded exactly like him. I couldn’t believe that voice was coming outta my head. I say this hopefully with a bit of modesty, but I am actually quite proud I pulled it off, cause it was looking preeeeetty grim there for a while.
Wednesday my work took us out for free dinner and drinks cause of all the overtime we’d been doing. We used and abused and it was a cracker of a night. Cocktails, appetisers, starters, mains, desserts, wine, after dinner coffees/baileys/whiskeys. Once again I was the size of a house on the bus home.
Thursday someone stole the left handlebar grip off my bike 😦 DEVO. Who just takes the one? Then on the way to the gig with Keith I couldn’t find my oyster card and realised I’d had it in my pocket when I rode home from work – and had lost it.
I had a mini freak out. Not about the oyster so much, but cause sometimes I commit to too much and life starts to slip through my fingers. But I played my gig at The Troubadour and it was such fun! It was the third time I’ve played there and it’s always a good gig. The audience were really attentive and appreciative and I played Heartbreaker and Hey You (new ones) with a good response. Two friends of Keith, my manager, came along who had seen me play my first gig in London. They asked Keith if I was the same girl who sang the first time and said I’d really come a long way. This made my night, cause you don’t feel the progression yourself, so it’s nice to to get some encouragement and confirmation that you’re heading in the right direction. (Is that a lyric?)
Friday went on a bar crawl with Essy, Luke and Kel to Paramount, Lounge Lovers, Crazy Bear and The Sanderson Hotel. While you live in London, you always have lists and lists of places you want to go, and things you want to do. So we’ve checked a few off. Paramount is a members club – Luke is apparentlya movie producer 😉 – and it has the most wonderful view of London. We got a jug of Pimms and took photos near the window.. bahaha smooth.
Saturday went to Kent for a friend from work’s wedding. She looked amazing, and they sang gospel songs and I didn’t even cry. Took me three hours to get home. Not okay.
Went with Nick to see his bro’s band play in Holborn. http://www.myspace.com/tommckeanandtheemperors I was really impressed. They are really really good. The guy supporting was amazing too (standby for name) You could’ve heard a pin drop. Got invited back for a little partay with the band and they did some more songs for us.
Had brunch out, rode my bike to Chalk Farm to meet Luke, Bob, Es, and Kel at another place on Luke’s list. Apparently Kate Moss goes there. She was not there.
Thought I’d be sweet cause I’d walked home from Camden along the canal, but I obviously paid no attention whatsoever cause I got to Angel and had to detour off the canal cause of refurbs to the path. It started to spit as I guessed where I thought the canal was, and I was wearing ballet flats, a dress and my new swede bag (who buys swede in London?) Thought I’d keep riding blind cause as most of you know, I’m am quite the eagle. I ended up around Caledonia Road as the rain got a little heavier, I kept going, ended up near more roadwork in Kings Cross, called Luke, left a slightly distrest voicemail and kept riding. By this stage I’m a little damp – from the rain? From the sweat? From the tears? (no there were no tears) then out in the distance I see a stairway to the canal!! So I rode the rest of the way along the canal and made it there after pushing the bike through the sea of people at Camden Lock. Pretty sure I scraped a few calf muscles with the old pedals ahah.
Cause I’d just had brunch a few hours earlier, I just ordered a bowl of spinich. But then we got cupcakes after and rode my bike around the streets and doubled merely missing Mercs and Range Rovers. The ride home was easier and I’ve taken notes of streets and turns so I can do it again with confidence. Needless to say, my thighs, arse, shoulders and groin are bleeding.
Cooked dinner with the flatties and got a relatively early night.
Monday we had a goodbye dinner at Jamie’s Kitchen for Kel as so flew back down under and we had to say goodbye 😦 I miss you already.. the burn is deeeep. Then, cause you do, we went and had half price martini’s on a Monday night.
Amy, Kel, Me & Essy @ Jamie’s Kitchen
I cooked my flatmates Mum style Burritos and no ones locked themselves in the loo, which is a great sign. I made chicken in sweet chilli sauce, cut up cucumber, cheese, avo, tomato, and put them in a wrap with philly and sweet chilli and they loved them. I kinda enjoyed making them too, so I’m going to try rissoles next. (tee hee)
Now I realise that I’ve left it too long and therefore skim on details so I will try my hardest to get my life in order and deliver a blog to you more often.
Love from London,
Next gig – Monday Sept 6th, 8pm. FREE. 93 Feet East, Brick Lane. London
Jonathan Boulet! Get his albums off itunes.. so good http://www.myspace.com/jonathanboulet
Ricocheted FILM CLIP is launching this week. I know I’ve been telling you all for a while now, but it’s hard to organise it all so hang in there, and I promise it’ll be soon. I’m soooo excited!
Lans text me on Friday saying she was back from NYand ended up staying with me over the weekend till she goes to Greece on Monday. Hit up the vegan bus with Es and her on Friday night and then talked till 3am. She spooned me.
Saturday slept in til midday. Ohh heaven. And just for the record – Lans missed her hair appointment cause, and I quote “your bed is so cosy and your room, so dark.” So I guarantee if you were in my position you would’ve missed the flight to Amsterdam too.
Got tix for Lans and I to see Jamie Cullum play at the picnic concerts at Hampstead Heath ( a park). OMG I’d never been there, but it’s just beautiful. You look back over the city and it feels like you’re in the country. Jamie Cullum – as always- blew me away. He is so talented and his new band (esp. the bass player ) are so damn hot. The people next to us were laughing cause everytime the bass’d kick in we’d go oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh.
We bought falafels, wraps, lettuce, homous and maltesers and wine and had a wee old picnic. (I forgot cups so drank Rose straight from the bottle. Classy. Then with about three songs to go, these people gave us their good seat tickets! We ran around into the good area and then Jamie goes “everyone come up the front”, so Lans and I ran up the front and danced like lunatics in the mud and it was so much fun.
He did All At Sea and went into If I Ruled The World – I nearly wet my pants. There were oldies, young’ns, cool kids, nerd burgers- it was great. His music reaches everyone and his songs are so good. Inspiring 🙂
Had brunch with Whit, Lans and Amy at Balan’s in Soho and had major girly chats. Love. Then jammed with a drummer which was fun and met a guy who works at the studio who wants me to do some bvs. He sessions for Bloc Party. I played it cool.
I’ve got a gig at The Troubadour on Thursday night. Old Brompton Road, near Earl’s Court tube. They have good food and the place is nice. http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/event.php?eid=140346112663314&ref=ts
If you take any photos or film of me playing, email it to firstname.lastname@example.org. I’m mucking around with a few ideas and would love you to get invloved.
Listening to: Band of Horses, Glee: Total Eclipse of the Heart, Playjerise, Hungry Kids of Hungry, John Mayer, Hot Chip, Jamie Cullum, Robyn.
Flight was planned for 7am from Stansted to Amsterdam Saturday morning. Had to get the bus toLiverpool St station and then the stansted express to the airport. I set two alarms for 3am didn’t I, and slept through both. I woke and rolled over to have a peek at the time on the old phone/peice of shit that sometimes just doesn’t go off, and it was 5am. Those of you who have gotten ready with me know I don’t mind a bit of a fart around, but you should’ve seen me move. I didn’t shower, clean teeth, bother with any personal hygiene or vanity and got to the bustop in 5mins. Made it to the airport 20 mins before takeoff and appraoched the man behind the easyjet counter half knowing there wasn’t a chance in hell I could make it. He reckoned if I’d checked in online I could’ve made it – but of course I hadn’t – so I decided that I’d rather get a bus back to central London, then the tube to get another bus to Gatwick airport to get a 1pm flight to the dam, than hang at Stansted til 5pm to get the next flight from there. At this stage I waspretty much loving life and hadn’t showered for over 27 hours.
Amazingly I made that flight from Gatwick and then got the train and walked to the hostel. I Showered merrily and went to meet Sof and her two friends Katherine and Rimi where they were shopping. Sof and I had a Hollywood hug and cried outside River Island without a care in the world. Oh how I had missed her and her suckle hugs 🙂
Amsterdam is a cool city and we walked round and caught the tram easily. Went to Vondel Park, Anne Frank’s Annex which was very moving and a really humbling experience. We had raw steak (mmm) and the best ice cream I’ve ever tasted. Did a bit of partying and wandered through the red light district. The vibe was much more relaxed and it kinda reminded me of a mix between Berlin and Melbourne.
Sof has been staying with me in London since Monday and she leaves tomorrow morning. We have done all the sightseeing stuff but also had a nice lunch and sat in London Fields and chatted. Whit has been co-tour guide aswell, and as a quick example of the high quality experience we’re giving Sof – today we we went into the gift shop at Westminster Abbey and read a brochure so we knew what it actually was. It’s an old, royal, medieval church.
We had a pint and went to Hyde Park and had a picnic in the SUNSHINE! Shopped our feet off at Topshop and H&M, walked round Soho and had some good coffee, saw Tap Dogs- so amazing!! Had dinner at Pizza East in Shoreditch – yum!! and walked around Knightsbridge and a bit of the West End.
So tonight’s Sof’s last night and there’s a little group of us going to Greg’s work to watch the Worldwide Exclusive Premier of Ricocheted!! I’m so excited! Then we’re going to Punk for a few drinks and a boogie.
Tomorrow morning Sof flies back home and I go back to work and I assume it will not be fun. It’s been so nice having her here and I wish you would all come visit London.
On Tuesday night I met Kelly, Luke and Essy at Trafalgar Square and we went through a hedge maze they have set up there for a while. It was pretty cool, until I managed to lose them. “Larissa.. follow. the. sound. of. my. voice!” Bless Kel.
We then walked up to Thai Square for a tasty meal and catch ups. Turns out I said Panang chicken in my head but Pad Thai came out of my mouth. What the? I’m losing the plot. So I had Pad Thai and a side of rice. Mmm carby. We then got snog (amazing frozen yoghurt) and had a merry time. Love those kids. Had missed central London.
Last night I went to check out my bike’s state and turns out I need four new brake pads and one new cable which’ll set me back 27 pounds, but I figure it’s better than a hospital bill. He’s booked in for Tuesday. Then I had a play and I finished Heartbreaker, a song I started to write just before I left Sydney six months ago. Finally coming up with a bridge has made my week. YAY! Then I went to Greg’s work to re-watch the two versions of the film clip and we have decided on a version and it will be launched next Wednesday! Exciting!! Then we went and saw Eclipse and I have to say Bella wasn’t as irritating as usual – mega bonus. The shirtless scenes are just ridiculous aren’t they, but I had to see it, even if I had to endure Greg’s sexual hand movements (I secretly loved them ha!)
So tomorrow I work, I pack, I try go to bed early and then get up at 3am (kill me) to get the train to the airport then the plane to Amsterdam. Then I will wait for 30 long minutes in disbelief for Sof’s flight to arrive. Promise I don’t well up just thinking about seeing her. Love you Sim.
It’s a strange thing living over here in London. I have experienced some of the highest, warmest, most incredible feelings of love, self-belief and happiness but also a deafening, engulfing sadness that I have never felt before. One day is totally different to the next. Sometimes I feel like this is exactly where I should be and other times I feel totally lost and very alone. But on a whole, I am really enjoying life (those hard times are rare) and I often wonder how I will ever be able to move back to Sydney. The idea of monotomy and being smothered makes me very worried. If you have thought about picking up and moving to another city, you should do it, home will always be there, but your choice may not.
So I continue to pack as much as possible into each day but I find this works for me. I tend to stress, but I’m more productive and entertained. Dad always says, “It’s all part of the tapestry of life Riss. And at least you can write a song about it.” And he’s not wrong.
Lans came home from Turkey and I got to see her on Friday night for dinner at The Albion in Shoreditch and then we had some drinks. I met her besties Lloyd and Bree from home who were lovely and they all had a ride on my bike.
Field Day was on Saturday and OMG. Hudson Mowhawke, Simian Mobile Disco and Phoenix were the highlights and I tell ya what, I lost it when 1901 was played. Those guys are amaaazing live, just so damn good. My hamstrings are raw from being on Lans’ shoulders and my voice so incredibly husky from laughing & wooing. But it was so much fun with a lovely crew and good tunes I also have a Field Day cup for keepsake.
Partied a little too hard I’m sure (again with the no self-control) cause I have an ulcer and a stye. Sexy. Prime rundown material, but nothing a good night sleep can’t fix 😉 (That’s my bung eye).
I’m still writing, and playing all the time and tested a new song at my gig on Thursday at Camden. It went down well, and hopefully I’ll record it in the next month so all you guys at home can hear it.
Pajak made a flyer for me, he’s so kind and bloody good so I can’t thank him enough. Greg and I are deciding on the clip release date this week, so start counting down.
Went for a bike ride with Nick and he took me on the main roads and up to Angel. I nearly got side swiped a few times, and I really appreciated it when he didn’t slow down up the hills. But he suggested we not attempt the Old Street round-a-bout which was a nice gesture. We road back following the canal and it was real nice. I ride my bike everyday and you could say I’m a little obsessed.
I finished a book called Kill Your Friends last week. I bought it after watching an interview with the author John Niven at The Great Escape. It’s a great book, I reccommend it, but let’s just say I warned you.
I guilt tripped the guys at work into letting me gatecrash the work charity game football team. August 30th it is, so gotta brush up on my footwork/ actually get some skills. Hopefully they just laugh and be gay like the Cheeky Tigers did. But I highly doubt that. Nothing is more important than football here. Nothing. Maybe this is a bad idea?
Lans left for NY today (lucky thing) and I’m missing her already, but I’m just going to focus on getting rid of my stye, seeing Sof in Amsterdam on Saturday and Bestival (Temper Trap, Hot Chip, LCD, The Prodigy, The XX, Tensnake, Ellie Goulding, Dizzee, Mumford & Sons, Chase and Status, Delphic, La Roux, I Blame Coco and a thousand other mad bands I’m bound to love.)
O London.. you’re too much