Long Hair and My Inner Goth.

It's Friday morning at 630 as I start this, and I'm preparing everything for this weekend of Goth up at Whitby. I'm really looking forward to it, working with Chris is always a joy, and I feel very at home up there, especially as the WGW (Whitby Goth Weekend) has been a regular destination for my wife and her friends for years. I can even remember being called the last Goth in Derby many years ago, on account of my dancing technique to a Cult track in the Rock House about 15 years ago. (I always used to notice that Goths and Rockers were always 90 degress out of phase - Rockers "head-banged" front to back, Goths etherially swayed side to side - but as the genres have become less distinct, everyone does more of a circular thingy now. What do you mean, "me old"?)

I wonder if it will all feel any different - and if I'll be viewed differently - now I've "conformed" and had my hair cut. Hmmm...20 years of hair 2ft down my back to a Number 2. It'll be interesting, as when we filmed in April I was amazed at how many people (Goths especially), made eye contact and facially said "hello" - a smile, a raised eyebrow etc. I've never experienced it so much before, and it was lovely. Perhaps the long hair was a marker of my inner goth, just waiting to get out when I'd finished the day job. I'm sure everyone will be as lovely, I just wonder whether it will be as open.

Right time to pack my bags. Sound Kit was all prep'd last night, and everything was super on that front. Just need to find my pants.

Black of course.

Grant