So, I got my audition to The British Academy of New Music!

It's in three weeks time on Friday 2nd of May, and I will be truly crapping myself come the day. BANM take on upcoming musicians with the most potential and develop them as artists, songwriters or session musicians.

I've been writing a lot lately with my friend and co-writer Dan, I'll upload some stuff in the next few weeks, hopefully you guys can help me decide which three to sing at the audition. xxx

Nicky says: if i was queen of the world
Nicky says: it would be a fatal offence to lip sync...i'd have anyone who did it brought to me so that I could beat them around the head with a microphone
Nicky says: and then, depending on who it was, i might even rape them with it
Jim says: lmao
Jim says: your evul woman!
Nicky says: they deserve it


Because you know what? As a musician, as a singer who goes out on stage and performs live several times a week, the idea that somebody can make money by pretending to sing while their own CD plays OFFENDS me. The idea that people like Kylie Minogue, Madonna and Britney Spears have made international careers out of doing just that makes me want to stab myself in the face with a burning spike of wood that has been dipped previously in blowfish poison.

The people buying tickets to these shows are just fueling the death of real music. The people claiming that these people can sing are deluded.

Tonight I watched The World Music Awards, and Celine Dion, hailed as one of the greatest singers of all time, accepted the award for Outstanding Contribution To Music and then a minute later...FUCKING.LIP.SYNCED.


I'm using my 'so pissed' icon (made by the lovely lasamy) and I'm not sure that even conveys exactly how pissed I am at these people. *mopes*

For the past few days I've had an on-off headache of massive proportions, throbbing and crying and the general ridiculousness that comes with pain, and I just couldn't work it out. Each time the headache would go, I'd do the happy dance of being well again, and then it would come back. Grr.

So, I start to complain a bit, cause seriousy? "Ouch". Then, Sebastian (ever the rational and wise, only not) says to me "Well, have you been eating or drinking anything lately that you wouldn't usually eat or drink?" And then it clicks.

The ice tea that I have come to love, may be responsible for my achey head.

OH NOEZ.



On another note. Where has my porn gone? Porn, I love you, come back. Jared the jailbait babysitter needs you! I need you!

So, since I wasn't at home last night, and would have been far too drunk to post anyway even if I was, I didn't leave a post. If I had, it would have looked like this:


THREE IN THE BED AND THE LITTLE ONE SAID "Nic, feel how hot Dan's stomach is!"
"Dan, where did your shirt go?!"

As I feared, the gig was absolute shit, but the much alcohol made me feel a lot better, and after marching through the streets singing "No Woman No Cry" while Kate played my guitar, I jumped into bed with two of my best friends and proceeded to giggle and say stupid things until 7.30 this morning. Now? I am off to write more 'Don't Let It Go To Waste'. Later, buddies. x



Um...PS: WHEN THE FECK DID LJ CHANGE AGAIN?!

Just missed my train.

Next one is in an hour so I thought I'd post with my feelings.

Then I kind of got to the blank LJ page, selected 'rich text format' and then realised, I'm not exactly sure what I'm feeling.


I have a gig tonight with my college band. I don't want to do it. We're not tight enough as a band to be gigging yet, but we have to do it for credit and whatever. I hate that.
Dan will be there, drinking probably, fucked up as he is, and he probably won't stop when he's supposed to, and everything'll turn out a mess. He might even cry. I hate that too.
I'm confused about what I want to do with the skills I have. Do I stay here, unhappy, and gain more qualifications, or do I up and go to London, to the ADP where I want to be, but far away from people that I love and those I won't admit to loving?

Gah.

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In other news? Part 3 of 'Don't Let It Go To Waste' will be up tomorrow. Promise. (See, I have to have it done if I promise, don't I?)

xxx

So...there's this thing on the CW's myspace page about getting your band's song on Supernatural this season...

Part of me really wanted to enter, but I don't think I have the right sound for the show and I'd seriously hate to humiliate myself. That would just suck. But then I thought that I could always enter just for kicks?

Then I read this: All submitted material becomes the sole property of the Sponsors.  “Material” includes to the extent applicable

• (a) any information and material (e.g., Song) submitted by you (or group) in connection with the Contest;
• (b) your name, likeness, voice, and image; and
• (c) all photographs, recordings, audiovisual materials, writings, statements, and quotations of or by you and furnished to Sponsors by you. 

Wait...what?! Does that mean that to be on the show you have to hand yourself over to The CW? Your band, your song and your image?

*coughing fit*

No. No way. Not even to get myself on Supernatural. YES my songs mean that much to me. 

*sigh*

Also...you gotta be a citizen of America to take part anyway. Doesn't that just suck?