The Kagga

Back in kaggaland...

sup?  been a while.  here’s what’s been going on:

been working.  done with work though.  stopped it.  finished.  no more.  whoa.

moved.  moved to scotland.  the kagga is scottish.  weird.

the new place is tight.  here it is:

it’s the first green door on your left there.  here is the place from further back:

front yard’s a bit messy in that one.  it’s got two bedrooms.  here’s the master bed:

all these are from before we’ve moved in.  it’s got a kitchen and bath. usual stuff.  here is the fridge in the kitchen:

pretty nice fridge, when you think about it.

here’s the living room:

pretty tight. loads of light. i dont have a pic through the window itself, but here is the view out the window as taken from outside:

front yard was a bit cleaner when i took that one. that’s “north berwick” in the distance.

you can actually walk on our fence, out to the edge there.  this is what’s out there:

that last one is denmark.  just kiddin.  it’s the isle of may.  but beyond the isle of may is a bunch of water and, eventually, denmark.  pretty tight.  especially if you’re like me and like danishes.

just down the road, this one:

you get to another harbor in an adjacent village called anstruther.  here’s the harbor.  i dont have a good pic of the harbor front, sorry:

according to the bbc, the best fish n chips shop in blighty lives here.  here’s what fish n chips from the place looks like:

and here’s me eatin’ the best fish n chips in blighty, sittin on the harbor front where i now live in scotland, having finished my phd, and with the sun shining:

bam?

There’s one thing, as far as self-esteem goes, that’s more or less the equivalent of getting hit on by a hot chick even though you’re engaged to a hot chick.  And this is having a cool musician invite you to be in their band.

Tom and I (www.myspace.com/tomconwaymusic) have been going to this open mic that’s started up a couple months ago every fortnight at a local coffeeshop.  It reminds me of the open mic we used to frequent in York where everyone there is pretty good, some are really good and everyone is trying to bring in new stuff every time to entertain the other musicians.  Well, after last night’s event this guy came up to me and asked me if I would play bass in a Cambridge band he’s getting together:

http://www.myspace.com/antonbarbeau

You can compare and contrast for yourself between him and Tom.  Check out the “Mushroom Box, 1975” video there, it’s pretty cool.  He’s apparently very well connected in the music industry and a staple of the California psychedelic music scene, whatever that means.  It woulda been quite a musical change.  But alas I’m moving to Scotland in a month.

Nonetheless, consider this the equivalent of coming back from the bar to a table full of you guys, polishing my fingernails on my shirt while looking down my nose and saying “see that hot chick over there?  she just asked me for my number.”