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I'm Martin Byrne, I'm a musician and songwriter from Belfast, N. Ireland. I write music for theatre, digital media and "other". I play a variety of instruments. I have written and produced quite a lot of music. When I'm not at home making music, I am out performing it with or without other awesome musicians. Cheers for having a wee juke!

Monday, 29 November 2010

AFTER Sober For A Year - Day 30

When I lived in London I won a CD called Mas Confusion, which was a compilation CD of various artists making smooth electronica and easy-listening glitchy beats, released by M.A.S Records.

Tonight I was just listening to my favourite track from the album: "Risa" by Lusine Icl (though he is more well known as just Lusine) and I remembered how it was funny that I ended up with the CD.

I was doing my security guard thing for Group 4 and asked to go to this random empty office block in some part of London that I have zero recollection of. When I got there, I put on the radio and left it on the first station I found playing good music. The DJ gave out a number and said to phone in if you wanted to win a copy of this CD. I did and got through to him straight away. The phone didn't even ring, if I remember correctly. So he asked me a bit about myself and got my details and I received the CD a few days later.

The reason I'm recounting all this is because it reminds me how we can attach a meaning to certain music. This album will always remind me of my time living in London, as I remember playing it to people at the SAE while I was doing my Audio Engineering Diploma there too.

And yet, it's kinda just a n0-big-deal collection of relatively unknown electronic producers. I guess that says to me that little things can mean a lot to people. And we don't all have to be fucking MEGA STARS to make an impact on people.

But more than that, this story reminds me how sometimes taking a little notion to try something "new" or a bit silly (making a phone call to a radio station when I just started my shift for example) can lead to interesting results.

I'm also going to get back into doing my "Morning Pages" and finally read Walking In The World by Julia Cameron. I remember when I read The Artist's Way, (a similar book by the same author) it mentioned how the Universe can open for us when we ask for something; How strange co-incidences and opportunities happen when we are open to them. Basically, I'm not really into a lot of this "New Age"-y kinda bullshit, but I definitely got a lot of use out of the Artist's Way and I was very creative and productive while going through it.

But I have to say, remembering that story tonight, while also having decided to start my morning pages again, reminds me what it was like when some of those strange little opportunities came about and lead to interesting new results or experiences. So I think this is a very good decision.

Monday, 22 November 2010

AFTER Sober For A Year - Day 23

OK so I've been drinking quite a bit since I last blogged. General summary:

  • Mon 15th : A couple of pints in Lavery's. Followed by a couple of cans of Carlsberg back at mine.
  • Tues 16th : Bear Nation at the QFT. NO BOOZE!
  • Wed 17th : QUBe practice, followed by pizza and 1 pint of Guinness at The Parlour. Followed by quite a lot of Guinness and whiskey in Lavery's.
  • Thur 18th : NO BOOZE! Instead, cheap chinese food and chilling out at home with copious amounts of sweets and DVDs.
  • Fri 19th : Yummy (cajun spiced chicken fillet) burger and pint of Guinness at Globe. Coffee at Common Grounds, then a few pints of Guinness at Front Page.
  • Saturday 20th : 6 cans of Carlsberg.
  • Sunday 21st : Half a bottle of JD! 2 or 3 vodka and cokes!
I'm not really going to try and justify this or make excuses. I'm just keeping a record of it all at this stage. There are going to be a couple of New Year's Resolutions I suspect.

Tuesday, 16 November 2010

AFTER Sober For A Year - Day 17

I've just got home after watching "Bear Nation" at the QFT. Part of the Outburst Queer Arts Festival happening in Belfast at the moment.


The film has quite a lot of talking head segments and then footage of a couple of "bear bashes" (mainly one in Chicago, as far as I can tell). The talking head segments are guys who consider themselves bears or have an attraction to bear type guys. These guys seemed to cover a decent range of the different types of people who have found themselves connecting with the bear label and culture.

The film stays in the US for the most part, but there's a short segment of the London bear scene and then we fly back to the states. So Europe and the rest of the world is excluded, (though there is one mention of how the gay scene in Europe influenced the bear scene, but this is never delved into).

Some positive things about this movie:

When discussing "Community", there was a general consensus that it's not necessarily a group that welcomes all shapes and sizes. There are prejudices. There are people who consider themselves the elite. One guy made a very good point about how for him, there wasn't really a need for a "bear community" anymore, as he felt he was part of a generation of young people that are more accepting of gay people, so while he understood the need for this scene to exist, helping many gay men find a place for themselves, he found that his straight friends, both male and female, could all get along, understanding their own diversities and therefore didn't need the segregation.

The other very positive thing (and I know most people won't care) was the fact that the movie had a soundtrack of completely guitar based music! They interviewed Bob Mould from Hüsker Dü and showed some clips from his band: generally punk-y rock stuff. The film soundtrack had some lovely soft folk music in places, some lighter pop punk and some harder edged rock. Not a single cheesy dance beat or naff house track anywhere! EVEN when they showed clips of the London Bear Club, XXL in full swing and interviewed a couple of the DJs there. They didn't use the original audio from that footage, they overdubbed good-old-fashioned-rock and punk music over it.

That made me quite happy.

One thing that didn't make so happy however, was giving even a second of screen time to Mark Ames (who in my humble opinion is a total dick). He made some very bad comments on his Facebook back in June 2010. Clearly not a good spokesperson for .... anyone really.

It bothered me that the film said XXL was responsible for the bear scene in London. That before XXL there was only 1 bar (The Kings Arms). This has some truth in it though: Before XXL there wasn't a big bear club, but there have been bear club nights all over London (and the rest of the UK) for years! But I guess, what more do you expect from someone who works at XXL?

Overall, it was good to see people relate to their experiences discovering they like big guys and how it was like "coming out twice" (once as gay, then again having to explain to people that you find big fat guys attractive!) and it was good that the film dared to reveal the bear world isn't some really positive, welcoming, totally accepting place, because it isn't quite like that. But it's made me realise that while I don't go to bear clubs or have any need to be part of it, I don't have to hold any grudge against it either.

I like big guys, I always have and I realised this when I was about 16 / 17. I, like many (if not everyone) in this film, discovered the term "bear" online and that was really exciting and liberating for me at the time: To know there were not only many other gay men who felt the same way I did, but also that there were enough of them out there for there to be a label for it and events for it!

As I got older (and after I lived in London a while) I found it all to be a bit superficial and dull: I didn't really have anything in common with the bear-type men I met, I really hated that bear nights never offered any alternative to the usual clichéd entertainment of the gay world: Tacky karaoke, or really bad drag acts, or just utterly shit pop and dance music.

I also found The Kings Arms, (a bear bar I frequented regularly, advertised online as being really friendly), to be anything but warm and welcoming! I was treated as an outsider there and ignored, probably because I wasn't a bear (I was a 'chaser' or an 'admirer'), I didn't have a beard, I didn't wear plaid shirts and I wasn't overweight or hairy. I went there often in the hope of meeting new, friendly people, as I was quite lonely in London, but I was snubbed. The film dealt with this through interviewing one particular guy who also didn't have any of the bear physical attributes and he spoke about how hard it was trying to find his place too.

Still, the long and short of it is: I like big hairy guys. I always have and probably always will. So whether or not the club scene suits me doesn't really matter, I still feel some affiliation with the "bear" label, even if only as a way of describing what I find attractive. I am glad the film drew attention to the different aspects of it all in an honest way.

Monday, 15 November 2010

AFTER Sober For A Year - Day 16

Quite obviously the excesses of the weekend have caught up with me today. In fairness, I only had 3 hours sleep last night, but right now there's a fog over everything.

BAD. BAD. BAD. BAD. BAD.

Things will be OK, I know it. I just need to sleep off this tiredness. Tomorrow I'll be up at the same time (7:30am) and I'll feel more refreshed. More positive. Clearer.

Right now though, I am re-learning that lesson that just seems to slip through my mind, incapable of leaving a permanent dent in my memory: Alcohol is ALWAYS going to do this to me. Excesses like the weekend past are ALWAYS going to leave me feeling this way all through Monday. It's not a hangover. A hangover would be bliss compared to this!

It's a fog between me and hope. It's the constant sinking feeling in my chest; that stone in the throat; that emotional delicacy that can break into pathetic tears in an instant. Always swaying from just-about-coping to just-about-to-completely-breakdown.


I'm no use to anyone in this state.
All I can see is the shite side of the moon.

And I actually feel a sense of wanting to blame someone else for all this, somehow. How naive! As though this wasn't self inflicted. But people told me I'd be OK. Everyone was having a laugh, no one said, "Hey, be careful, come Monday you're going to regret this!" But that's because no one seems to believe that the way my system reacts to this stuff is very different to how they (and the majority of others) react to this stuff.

Yea. But the reality is: I'm a fucking adult and I have to take responsibility for my own well being and my own mental health.

So for now it's dry-your-eyes time, go home, climb into bed and 'chillax'! *Flips black dyed fringe*

Sunday, 14 November 2010

AFTER Sober For A Year - Day 15

So 15 days since I completed Sober For A Year. Let's recap on consumption levels:

Saturday 31st October 2010
  • 1.5 pints of Guinness
Wednesday 3rd November 2010
  • 1 pint of Guinness
Friday 5th November 2010
  • 1 bottle of Tiger Beer at QFT for The Hub gig.
  • 3 pints of Guinness in Lavery's.
  • 0.5 bottle of wine at my house.
Wednesday 10th November 2010
  • 2 pints of Guinness at The Parlour (post QUBe pints)
  • Bottle of wine at home after
Friday 12th November 2010a
  • Approx. 4 bottles of Peroni beer
  • and a couple of swigs of Buckfast up at the Studio
  • Approx. 4 pints of Guinness at ECKER in McHughs Basement
  • 4 cans of Carlsberg,
  • 1 JD and coke
  • and a couple of swigs of Pimms (ewww) at house party after ECKER
Saturday 13th November 2010
  • 3 pints of Guinness at Katy Daly's
  • around 3 cans of Carlsberg and 1 bottle of red wine at party after
Though, I don't feel much the wiser. I know that this is considerably over the "recommended" amount of alcohol "Da'Govimint" says I should consume, so in a way I guess it's hard to call this "moderation"?

Certainly this last Friday night was pretty full on. Partying was a-happy-happenin' for sure. Friday last weekend wasn't quite so bad, but then baring in mind that I had spent a year sober, I was cautious to not overdo it immediately. So from that point of view, it was still a large amount of giving in to temptation.

I guess I'm feeling fine now. I've spent all day being in bed really, but I don't feel any negative, mental aspects.

I've been a little anxious the last few days when thinking to myself, "What have I really learnt from the last year?"

I am worried that I don't really know!
I've learnt that I can choose to stay off drink if I want to, but, well I don't want to, anymore. I guess.

But not so long ago I was planning on NEVER drinking again. Yet, within hours of completing the Sober For A Year challenge I'd a pint of Guinness. It says to me that being honest with myself about these things, is still an issue: I've always lied to myself in the past about my relationship with drink, "Oh, I don't drink that much. I have control of it. I can moderate", when blatantly I rarely had any control over myself whenever I went out to drink with people. Moderation has NEVER been a skill of mine. So here I am again, back on the sauce and already the delusions about how much I will or won't have come back, "After the year being sober I probably won't drink again". And even in the last couple of weeks, "I've been drinking again, but I'll keep an eye on it". Yea. Right.

I'm not being too hard on myself either: I have really enjoyed the last few nights I've been drinking with people and it hasn't resulted in any bad behaviour or loss of control, maybe just a thump in the pocket really.

But I feel somewhat of a fraud now: Any attempt to climb up on some sort of soap box, making a commentary on drinking habits and alcohol in our culture is kind of diminished by how quickly I went straight back to drinking.

Oh well?!

Hmmm.

Wednesday, 3 November 2010

AFTER Sober For A Year - Day 5

Since I completed Sober For A Year I've had 2.5 pints of Guinness.

One of these pints I had tonight.

Afterwards I felt quite emotional and upset.

Now I feel like ranting online.

Christ. Someone stop me from ordering the Guinness next time. Please.
Another year sober is definitely on the cards.

It could go either way though:
Another year sober, or a year completely rat arsed and mangled on all sorts of chemicals. Just to make up for lost time. Just to say, "Actually, FUCK IT ALL!"

I'm fed up people.
I'm fucking fed up.
I'm fed up with my shite dead end job (who are now asking us all to work more hours up to Christmas). I'm fed up with the shite 9 - 5 working class existence, where people are supposed to be fucking grateful and loyal that some rich people want them to do a bunch of menial piss ass boring dicking about, while they line their pockets and patronisingly pat you on the back with pep talks and meetings about how we can all do really well if we work together as a team.

How about you pay me to not set fire to the place? A one off payment of £50,000 will do sure, that'll save you all the hassle of having to see me every morning for the next 3 or 4 years?

Yea, I'm fed up with my position in the Universe. The way I am a floating turd being carried along the current of raw sewage into an inevitable ocean of averageness. I will turn 40 and shrug and say "My life was OK, I guess".

I'm fed up with being a fucking cliché.

So there, have "drunken" rant.
Probably a bit of a first on this here blog. HA!
But. No more booze.
And no more painfully unoriginal blogging about how shit life is.

Night.