A Last Day In Paradise

As the last full day here reality hits. We are going to miss the sunshine. But have the hot tub and kitty cats to go back to. With Ange’s new found love of American Football. We have experienced a lot. 

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Couldn’t do everything, but got a glimpse of life in LA. Tourism in Vegas and we got to go to The Castro in San Francisco. We don’t want to eat bacon for a while upon our return. The walking has done us good. The sun has definitely raised our vitamin D and happiness levels. Zuma Beach and Malibu has been both Mine and Ange’s favourite place. Vegas is Vegas. It’s a crazy place. Maybe we will come back to Vegas in 10 years. Who knows. Definitely Los Angeles and San Francisco. Won’t miss the cheesy feet smell each time we walk past the ‘posh shops’ at Caesar’s Palace, each time we come and go to our room. It nearly put me off Cheetos for life! 

21.10.17 (T-Minus 8 hours, Pacific time, plus tax and tips) Buffet Breakfast at Balleys. 
Flamingos at The Flamingo and Pelicans. 


A bit of a flutter. I’m no gambler, I’m a creative. I’ll stick to what I’m good at. 


Pool chillout afternoon and then a ‘last night’ family Italian Dinner at Maggiano’s (really good food!) and bed. 

Lovely time had on this adventure to San Francisco, Orange County, Los Angeles, Through the Mojave Desert, Las Vegas, Lake, Mead, The Hoover Dam on the Nevada / Arizona State Line. Great holiday and experience. Really relaxed. Vegas is a crazy place. Looking forward to a proper pot of tea and a fig roll. Get ready for the jet lag…. 

In the back of a Cab on the way back tonight. 

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The A-Z of my Week. Musicians, Linkedin and Enemies Behold

Here is the A of my week.

Righty ho. Another good week. Knackering but productive, positive and surrounded by love.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not on medication. My PMT rage is at its height. But that will be eased later by a removal session in a loft without SPIDERS. Please let there be non. By the mere mention I’ve law of attracted them. OOOh MUMMY!

So after the 3 week relationship with a winter virus of doom.  Kindly and really, they should have been so generous, given to me by my colleagues and then spread by me to more work colleagues, not through snogging as previous rumours stated 😉  One of the perils of working in a hospital visiting many wards. An apple a day didn’t keep my Doctor away. I had such healthy intentions to survive dark January too. But there has been a lot of dark about. My light is too strong and bright though.

Now I suffer the sort throat lurgy irritation. Luckily the solo set I played on Friday wasn’t too hampered and squeaky chat line husky voice encumbered.

Watch the performance here : 

Exit – By Claudine West aka Bog Woppit

 

It was blinking well nippy out. In between the urge to cough my lungs up half way though.  My fingers stopped working on the chorus finger picking parts on ‘Unusual Haunts.’ “I ain’t no pussy nor primadonna!”  One carries on regardless like a true pro, A soldier of strumming!  (nice comparison to the birds voice out of the Beautiful South that man! Thank you )  I don’t keep calm as I cringe at that saying. I get excited. I’ve been working with my solo stuff for quire a few months now after a hiatus. One I redescovered what I truly loved. The things I was doing pailed into insignificance. If the passion is no longer there, and things get overcrowded with unnecessaries who lack vision and experimentation ability,  its time to go.  Big thanks to the organisers of Sneinton Market Light Night, Nottingham. Amy Dickens at Red Rox Projects  and Sound Engineer Phil Taylor . Check out this fab band The Breakfast Club.  I love their sound and instrument swapping. Suitcase drums too!  New album ‘Petrol Money’ –  ‘Work Related Stress’

2013 was busy with studies and a new job. It took time to learn (and I still am) all of the clinical knowledge needed to do it effectively. I’m blessed with a supportive team and Matron. Central Procurement has been my favourite job so far. It has only taken 22 years of faffing! I’ve counted my chickens and blessed them.  I’ve been updating my Linkedin, getting things in order.  Getting the C.V. updated.  Ange (My Wifey) is a prime example on why Linked in is so damn good. She has just been head hunted. An Agency saw her profile. She got asked for interview. Did bloody well, as she is bloody good at what she does and wham, bam on the rag of jam. She got the job. I’m really proud. It’s always nice to enjoy your day jobs as well as having it pay the bills and lifestyle.

So yesterday morning was spend with the band – ‘Subway Circus’ https://www.facebook.com/subwaycircus

Things are coming together nicely. We have the band member line up locked in. The thing with music is,this is proven time and time again. Ignore at your peril.  You have to all gel to make the magic. Every person in the band has to add the magic and play their special part. Deadwood sinks ships. I like our rawness. Our honesty and true equality. Everyone has input. We have our manager on place who deals with all of ‘that’ stuff. So we can concentrate on creating great stuff.  For some its about posing. For me its about jamming and making music. If I’m sat in my shorts and t-shirt on the kit v’s tossing it off in a posh dress. I’m more comfortable in my shorts and will play better. I grew up with grunge not ponsy clothing labels to pose in to be who I am. If I am naked, in a dark room. You only hear the music I make.

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Subway Circus performing a cover of Black Velvet

I think we’ve got four cover versions. We are an original band, but it’s nice to pop in the odd homage to a good song. The live set should be ready pretty soon. It’s been a bit of a journey getting the band up and running. But it has been well worth it. The vibe feels great. Its challenging, sweat inducing and I get to exercise sat on my arse! E.P In the pipeline. Then its gigfest a go go!

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Right I’m off to take a time out as its back to the day job tomorrow.

I’ve got a bunch of Reiki clients after work next week, plus a ‘little project’ to complete ;-0 which I should have done today. But I need a break and to meditate before we go out and get busy with the ‘C@nty Stumpets’ lugging musical equipment about.

The final comment for today.  “Claudine West Is a true believer of keeping your friends close and your enemies, bound, gagged and kept as far away as possible. Life’s too short for games and wrong ‘uns.”

I finish with the Z of my week.

~ Claudine

Solo Oxjam Gig 30/11/13

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I wrote this in a drunken mess last night.

So it’s past midnight, a late one for me. Normally awake or stirring 5am onwards. Bed by 10pm. Rock and Roll!

I’ve just played a solo set at The Johnson Arms, near Qmc, Nottingham. After a rehearsal, meditation and long bath. 5pm hit and my nerves kicked in and guts emptied. I haven’t played solo live for many years, Over a decade. So being totally shitted up occurred. Its not so traumatic in the Idolins. As I can just concentrate on my instrument and let the others sing.

The unexplained dread, trauma, nausea… trying to pass on a song to Karen, my Idolins bandmate. Just so I only had to do 2.  It’s not rational, no one dies during gigs…. usually. It’s not torture. But I always gets in a state. Running away would be easy, except the unsigned guilt trip of the underachiever.

Those moments before and plug in my guitar are hell. I try to ‘have a word,’ with myself. Get pep talks off friends and bandmates. Still the worry, anxiety rules.  I passed out into a slumber at that point.

Ange, wifey video’d 2 of them.

Unusual Haunts-YouTube

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Sonic World-YouTube

I normally close my eyes while playing, but made an extra special effort. Plus I had my lyrics on a stool. Nerves give me amnesia.  Seeing a wave of nodding heads and smiles felt wonderful. I had a group of good friends sat behind me. My wife making filthy gestures in front. Yet again. Why oh why did I get myself into such a state before hand. But as they all say. If you arent nervous, you don’t perform to the best of your ability. Or you are just off your face on drugs and booze.

Catching up with fellow musicians, Joe Beagle and Roj Whitham for my formative years of music was great. I’m now intrigued by penny whistles and sheeps wool shearing insulation.

Great night!

I awoke with a banging head. Too much black sambuca. The kebab tasted wonderful. We both cant remember going to bed. Let Rambo in who was miaowing at the front door. That was 5am. During the following hours. He proceeded to jump on us, miaow, poke, claw and fight with Pattie. Pegging it up and down the stairs. Oh what joy I thought. One day I will get a lay in.  A big breakfast at the carvery followed.

We then opened a can of worms getting the Xmas tree out of the loft. This bloody loft is the bane of my existence. For the last 6 months I’ve ended regularly up in it. Either looking for stuff, emptying it for cavity wall insulation workmen. To my horror it was wet through with dripps ruining all of our stuff. Mold, sloppy cardboard boxes. I just swore and swore and shouted and swore more. Crippled my back and arms faffing about sorting the mess.  It took and hour to sort and my Dad and Brother coming round to save the day. Turns out the workmen had blocked up all ventilation. Plus cold damp weather = drips and drips on everything. Eventually we managed the planned walk around the lake. A sunny winters day. Good to get out in the daylight at last .  I’ve felt like a vampire recently. Get up go to work in the dark, get home in the dark. Quite depressing. But candles on, exercise and meditation is doing wonders.  Got some beautiful pics. Here…

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I’m busy drawing ideas for The Idolins Ep cover art and emailing photos. Once decided by all of the band what the collective likes. We can crack on with release. I’m ready for a day off! Oh no its Monday tomorrow. Back to the day job.

When you find the answers to your existence

So firstly. You can read a section of my experience of Quantum Regression Healing I had on Sunday.

http://earthtreeblog.wordpress.com/2013/10/27/st-jude-and-quantum-healing/

I’m sat listening back to the recording. Noticing my spoken accent is more ‘Nottinghamish’ than it sounds in my head. Eee by Gum and all. I’ve been pondering these last few days. In moments of silence. Its been busy. So tonight I can digest. I found my meditation/ chanting session with our group and my Reiki Master, last night enjoyable and wanted to sing out to the universe with my mystic mic.  The actual ‘healing’ and energies became rather uncomfortable during the end meditation. I’ve experienced this the last few occasions. My left arm, which I’ve sprained during more moving stuff up into the loft excursions. Felt like it was having psychic surgery. Of course this is the energies healing, mending. removing blockages. I’ve neglected my own healing and Reiki practice. Prescription meds and me do not suit. Pain relief is numbness. I want to feel alive. A few weeks off them and I almost feel human again.

So I begin again.  Its very easy to neglect my peace, after a long day on hospital wards and in the office. Eyes glued to the computer screen, phone calls, distractions, emails, problem solving. There is a big satisfaction for me when I’m challenged and conquer. I can’t bear being behind with emails. So have to majorly manage my time, diary and workload. Accounting for unexpected additional tasks. I would seriously be bored and become unmotivated If the day job became anything less.   I work for a really good Team. Central Procurement will be marked and noted as my favourite people and environment. Wise, funny, friendly, helpful. Such a refreshing change. I go next week to be presented from our Chief Executive, Peter Homa. With my CMI management qualification, gained after The Liberating The Talents Course. A time of study, assignments and no social life. Oh and writing my autobiograpy in 6 Months. I emphasise again. All done while working full time. Still doing the household chores, Still being a musician. My point is not to be a workaholic. Its that when you set your mind to a task. With you can achieve it. The actual relief when its all done is amazing. The sense of accomplishment it satisfying at its very least.   I’d gained my Pharmacy NVQ and Okuden Reiki II qualification during the intense period of time. A conclusion and chapter of my working life closed occurred to. I believe issues have been raised and I hope good comes from it so others don’t suffer.

So after stress tears and a few periods. Sundays revelations have shown me what I need to do. There is only so many kick up the arses and lecturers one can get. Then choose to ignore. When one’s subconscious had that special chat and one is shown a relevant past life. Everything becomes clear. The jigsaw fitted. The questions answered. Ignore it at your peril. Groundhog day becomes very insane if you ignore the lessons shown to you in life.

I feel different, I feel change. I feel lighter in spirit and soul. You wont see these revelations and the answers to the questions that I asked on any blog I write. It will be published in my forthcoming book- “Claudsville” If you do choose to read it of course. Things will become clear as to why I am, who I am and my lifes purpose. I’ve cried writing it, I chuckled, I’ve relived pain, frustration, anger, hurt and some good times.   It’s only now that I truly understand why. I had to write it.  I now have to change a few bits and add a few on. Mainly thanking the one that have been cruel to me. Because they showed me the best lesson.

Its time to meditate now and listen again to my subconscious. The Blue Anchor.