Archive for November, 2008

26
Nov

crashing over the finish line of 2008

So to end the perpetual complaints about my availability, punctuality and general preoccupation, i’ve told a few people i’m going to put my TODO list on here so you can see why your message has gone unanswered for more than 2 hours or i missed your birthday. Last week we brought 8 years of Virgilio’s work to an incredible peak and launched the first working beta of UseYourEars.com, which you can’t see publicly, but trust me, if you knew what is going on under the hood of the largest and most comrephensive database of music-related reources (the “Google of music”), ti would blow your mind. Hopefully iy all be soft-launched before January.

I have so much i want to get finished before the end of the year. They say life is like a great party, and nobody likes to leave a GOOD party. You have to crash in over the finishing line., skidding violently and demanding you be counted in. That’s how i roll nowadays. 7 years and counting until i have to go back home.

  • Complete the last 2 scripts in the film series (”Forsaking Grace” and “Empire of Ash”)
  • Creation of a 1,500+ online movie distributor database to follow up Ideafeed
  • Travel to Israel for a week to tour Jerusalem over my birthday
  • Finish the code for UseYourEars.com’s members, GPS and TV sections
  • Write and film the story of the first 30 years of my life (”The First 30″)
  • Produce 2 songs from the 2 new artists Virgilio and i have
  • Record demos for the 15 new Killstream song ideas i’ve put together over the last few months
  • Produce my 2008 video yearbook
  • Write, design and produce a set of 10 30-second trailers for my docs and feature ideas
  • Finalise the 3D promo video the now-patented Prophecy video backbone network
  • Spend a long week with Caroline Tiernan-Rack
  • Plan and write up a new documentary idea on escorting and benefactor “arrangements”
  • Finalise the characters and storylines for “No Ordinary Life” and recruit a new group of comedy writers
  • Play the set of new acoustic gigs Jose and i have been asked to do
  • Finish charting my medical and spiritual family tree for 3 other members of my family to have
  • Put togther a full list of poltical assocations and organisation to align myself for later years
  • Set my new goals for 2009 and thoroughy refresh this site with the current information
  • Find 10 new artists Virgilio and i can record over Jan/Feb next year
  • roduce and film “Pirelli & Smiv’s Common Assault” with Persia and Matt (+ Joby’s boys)
  • Spend a long weekend up north in Bradford/Leeds/Scunthorpe/Doncaster
  • Finish the research preparation for 21st Century Church
  • Upgrade the websites for Talk TM, and my sis/Marcos
  • Organise and schedule filming for Neil’s new documentary on Thessalaemia

I have to do all this in 4 weeks, not allowing for suprises and contingencies. And these are just my todos flagged as priority as they have a concrete return from them. Somewhere in there i need to see my family, catch up with old friends, buy reading glasses, sort out Christimas presents, do company accounts, do movie fundraising, buy a new laptop, write 2 speeches, keep up to date with my writing, re-plan my movie ideas and match-make 10+ people every day as i do.

Oh, and i have to move. Only down the road, but it’s still a pain.

If you can help with any of them or want to get involved, give me a call.

And of course, if you miss my 30th birthday party at The Bedford in Balham after i get back from Israel you will fo course be in big trouble. Everyone is welcome, and its going to be combined with a efw other peoples’ so we max the place out. Details to follwo on here, but drop me a line if you want to know more, as well as an invite.

I’m toying with the idea of adopting a “forgiveness” day where i personally forgive anyone and everyone of any wrong they’ve done me and write off their debt, no matter how big it is. I know you’re supposed to do that anyway, but there’s no harm in putting a special day in the calendar to do just that and mark the occasion.

Oh, and watch this space for my “positivity contest” with Caroline. Sounds weird i know, but as i sepak we are engaged in a battle as to who can “out-positive” the other. She may have the body, striking looks and the rack, but i have the genius. :)

26
Nov

we need to build a new 21st century church

I get some very strange looks when people find out i’m a Christian. Most of them expect me to jump on top of them and exorcise the demons within so they will be saved from the burning fires of hell. I don’t fit the stereotype at all. I don’t go to church, i swear, smoke and drink like a trooper, and i hate most Christians just as they do. It’s hilarious to watch the confusion. I may be judgemental in a lot of cases but it’s got very little to do with biblical damnation and a lot more to do with the fact i think someone’s a fucking retard. Most are intensely curious as they’ve entertained thoughts privately about the existence of God but never had anyone to talk it through with who won’t ridicule them or try to “convert” them.

Spirituality is quite a rebellious idea these days. If it’s not on ITV2, printed on the back of cheap Chinese takeaway menu or something you can buy with a credit card, it’s not on the radar. That includes love though, as spirituality concerns all the things we experience but cannot see.

With over 170 distinct religions counted in the 2001 Census, the religious make-up of the UK is diverse, complex, multicultural and surprising. Less than half of the British people believe in a God, yet about 72% told the 2001 census that they were Christian, and 66% of the population have no actual connection to any religion or church, despite what they tend to write down on official forms. Between 1979 and 2005, half of all Christians stopped going to church on a Sunday. Religion in Britain has suffered an immense decline since the 1950s, and all indicators show a continued secularisation of British society in line with other European countries such as France.

As we stand today, less than 6% of people in the UK attend church on a Sunday.

In 2007, Tearfund published the following results of their comprehensive review of British Christian religion in 2006:

  • 10% of the UK adult population go to church at least weekly.
  • 15% attend church at least monthly.
  • 26% attend church at least yearly.
  • 59% never or practically never go to church.

London has 11 per cent of all churches in England, and 20 per cent of all churchgoers. It has 53 per cent of all English Pentecostalists, and 27 per cent of all Charismatic Evangelicals. Also, it caters for 57 per cent of all worshippers in their 20s. 37500 churches were invited to take part in the Christian Research group’s fourth English Church Census (2004), and about half did. Some stark truths of Church attendance between 1998 and 2005:

  • Between 1998 and 2005, half a million people stopped going to church on Sunday.
  • Daily Telegraph’s religious affairs correspondent, Jonathan Petre, says “While 1,000 new people are joining a church each week, 2,500 are leaving”.
  • 6.3% of the population go to church on an average Sunday, compared to 7.5% in 1998.
  • 29% of churchgoers are 65 or over, compared with 16% of the population.
  • Sunday churchgoing is declining at 2.3% per year, slightly slower than the 1990s rate of 2.7% per year.
  • Nearly all Church ‘growth’ is due to immigrants. A massive influx of Polish workers have filled some churches.
  • “The Roman Catholics have recorded the largest drop [...], it has halved over the past sixteen years”. Drop in the 20-29 age group was 29%.

It’s not hard to see why. Even anecdotally, Christian friends of mine say there is a massively noticeable gap in the 18-30 age range in many churches, which is also coincidentally the same in Freemasonry lodges. When i asked them why it was, they said something very interesting back to me: “You’d be the best person to ask, as you don’t go to church either”. How right they were. There are some things i can be authoritative on, and some i can only be speculative about, but in this case i know my shit. Anyone who think the church has a lot to be proud of only need look at the decline of 50% to 6% attendance over the last 50 years.

It’s not hard to see why. I like to think we characterised it well in the script for “Aidan’s Darkest Sermon” that was influenced by many of the fucking assholes i came across growing up so near the Church of England, one of them being my own biological father with all his illogical pseudo-belief/discrimination system and authoritarian approach to the simplest of things. His recent attempt to tell me how to write a screenplay was almost as ridiculous as his great new idea about a drama sketch in church based around d the question of what would happen if Bridget Jones met a Christian. God, mercy. Please. Make it stop.

Our perception of church has become a stereotype, and rightly so. Hymns. Old ladies. Pews. Judgemental middle class whingers. Weak weird people. Hypocrisy. Cheesy jumpers and no dress sense. Preaching. Boredom. Irrelevance. Negativity. False over-happy people. Institutional. Pointlessness. Stupid singing and dancing. Slavery and worship. Crappy music and reject musicians. Weird smells. Family-friendly. Dogma. Ritual. Bigotry. Horrific crucifixion imagery. Guilt trips. Self-pity and self-sublimation. Fantasy over science. Naivety. No understanding or uptake of technology.

All of these things are characteristic of one thing – an institution, and disillusionment with it. People’s spirituality hasn’t declined, only their will to subscribe to dogma and institutionalism. As a nation we are rejecting institutions, and thank God for that. Boarding schools, marriage, holidays, war/the army, freemasonry, the establishment, the City, retirement, television, the police, rotary clubs and all the other colonial bullshit is being invisibly phased out. As we also alluded to in the Aidan script, institutions give people a sense of identity, and they will fight tooth and nail to avoid losing that sense of identity and importance. You’ll find the same types of people who went to boarding schools are also militant churchgoers, and army types are unchangeable when it comes to their support for marriage and the British establishment.

The Tory party and other right-leaning political organisations are known as “Conservative” because of their belief in conserving institutions. Which is again why you find those types of people supporting those parties. Interestingly, scientific studies have indicated that those with right-wing beliefs tend to have a much lower tolerance for fear than their centrist counterparts.

All of those institutions and beliefs are underpinned by a single thread – authoritarianism. Authoritarianism is defined as “a form of social control characterized by strict obedience to the authority of a state or organization, often maintaining and enforcing control through the use of oppressive measure.” Bullshit, in short. It’s not just another long political word, but a whole concept, lifestyle, belief system and code of conduct that is dangerous, corrosive and worrying. The same principle founded Stalin. Bush, Pinochet, Thatcher and Hitler’s regimes. It’s projected as strength when the people feel weak and leaderless. We may have a culture with a weaker form, but it’s the same animal.

So why don’t i go to church? Well for a start i hate hymns. Absolutely hate them. I hate the whole routine, dogma and pointless milling around. I don’t learn anything, The people are just … uninspiring, to say the least. If i want to know about God, i won’t be visiting a church anytime soon. I don’t believe He can be reduced to a dogmatically recited liturgy and don’t want to have to deal with his idiot followers who haven’t got a thing to say to me that could actually make a difference in my life. I can’t imagine a worse way to spend a Sunday morning and i don’t want to have to sit around explaining to people why Genesis wasn’t actually 7 24hr days and why the Bible does not use the word “abomination” when it comes to homosexuality. It’s just tedious and embarrassing. The people are embarrassing, as are the beliefs and the institution.

The absolute worst as these moronic street preachers who stand on roads with Bibles to “remind” people about damnation and sin, blissfully ignorant of how much damage they’re doing in the pursuit of God’s supposed salvation they prescribe. What these fuckheads don’t realise with their lack of historical understanding is that in the days before the invention of the mass media in the late 1800s, the road was the only place most people got to hear about faith. There is no need for it these days. We have lived in an age of the print press, radio, television and global Internet connectivity for nearly 100 years. If you want to reach the people, you talk to them and become part of their everyday lives that way instead, not preaching outdated Old testament violent insanity at them whilst they’re waiting to get on a bus or tube.

I’ve come to believe that if we are born with a spirit that allows us to connect with our Creator, then we are all built with an innate burning hunger for spirituality that will naturally drive us to experience it. We don’t need to be “converted”, we need to be “re-connected”. Many people fill that hole inadvertently with alcohol, drugs, eating disorders, money and status symbols, sex, infatuation, numbness and depression, shopping, crime, science, busyness, celebrity and a million other endeavours that end up hurting them. It’s not as if we need a preacher to force us to ask us how we got here, how the universe came into existence and if there is a God behind it all. We all have our own path and ways to answer those questions, and we can’t force anyone to adopt our beliefs before they have arrived at them for their own reasons.

Forcing beliefs on others is not only irresponsible; it is totally against God’s stated plan and will. The fundamental law of creation (and for the existence of evil) is that man should have the choice between good and evil, which is what almost every single story and drama has been about for over 4000 years. Our role in these days when we all have access to any information via TV and the Internet, and no end of contradictory viewpoints is simply to inform, talk, share, answer questions and live our lives faithfully according to what we believe. We must respect and empathise with the search of others, their doubts and the process they must go through themselves. God’s most basic principle is that we must have an informed and educated choice to make and make up our own minds (which is why He doesn’t burst in through the door). If we step over those bounds and try to sabotage someone else’s choice or make them think or do as we want, then we are violating that sacred law.

I can tell you right now that if anyone tries to “convert” me (as they often do), it’s a very serious mistake. It’s a very foolish Christian that decides they want to debate me on their typical lines, as they soon find out. I find the idea of “conversion” abhorrent and i certainly don’t see science as a threat and/or replacement to God (just the opposite in fact). Maybe it was appropriate in colonial times or in the early centuries when the gospel was being spread, but its anathema now.

So what changed things for me? One man did.

Joel Osteen.

You might have seen the link on the menu up there on your right to his online TV feed. My sister had been nagging me to watch his weekly Sunday night TV program on Daystar for months as she knew i would love his message. And i did. I saw something new. GOD TV just sucks, as does Revelation. TV evangelism is almost as revolting as conversion in my not-so-humble world. I was blown away. Here was a guy who was so positive it was unreal. A life coach, talking about life. A rejection of denominations and evangelism, no religious symbols. So immensely popular that his 20,000 strong congregation (the largest in the US) had to move to an old basketball stadium to keep up, and whose self-development books stayed on the New York Times list for months on end. And what was even more fascinating was that over 30% of his audience were normal people, non-believers, muslims, Hindus and atheists who were attracted to what he was saying.

Now i’m not a big fan of a lot of it – the Southern drawl, the invitation to invite Christ into your life, the silly talking over the music, or the cheesy Amercianisms, but there is something magical about that service of his. From the very moment he goes on, the audience is enthralled with positivity in the anticipation he’s going to come out and be full of joy everyone’s there. I have it on every single morning and just last week Virgilio and i were blasting it out of the window in Clapham to unwitting passers-by (“ATTENTION! ATTENTION! YOU ARE AN EXTRAORDINARY PERSON! YOU ARE A MIRACLE, BABY!”).

Joel’s message is known in theological circles as the “Prosperity Gospel” – a school of thought that focuses on the overwhelmingly positive message of scripture, and the Bible as the ultimate self-development resource built on thousands of years of human experience. It’s abjectly positive in every way and addictive in a wonderfully healthy way. He refuses to condemn anyone and concentrates on just how amazing we were born to be and what a loving and encouraging light the Father sees us in. If you wanted to sum it up, you’d say he was The Great Encourager. It’s made an immense difference in my life and in millions of other people’s.

So as i was sitting there in Acorn a while back listening to the liturgy, it dawned on me how negative it is. Elizabeth (the pastor) was encouraging us to be cheered on by the Good News as people were reciting their guilt, their sins, how they didn’t deserve to exist and all the other crap. It’s a contradictory and incredibly oppressive approach. Yes, we may not be up to much and need forgiveness, but do we focus on our guilt, or on our will to be better? Why do we choose penance and self-punishing over knowing how much we are loved and being encouraged? Which side of the coin do you fix your gaze on when t he world is enough on its own to make us feel bad enough?

I listened, but i was phasing in and out. On the inside of me, the same thing kept resounding.

We need to build a new church.

Over and over.

I don’t want to be part of this anymore. We can’t do this anymore. It’s time for a new way of doing things. We need to “re-frame” the Bible, and re-think God. We can’t carry on like this or there will be no church left. These people have run amok for hundreds of years defaming the name of the Father with their dogma, bullshit, institutionalism, oppression and negativity. It’s time for a new world. Time for a place and a movement that stands above the rest of anything humanity has ever done. And it will mean turning our back on everything that has come before.

And suddenly, just like that, i realised why i had been kept out of the church for all my life. I thought i just hated it, but it was for a purpose. Only when you can see from the outside can see what’s wrong, and i’m inspired by the notion that when God wants something done, he almost always goes outside the system and picks something or someone very offensive that always comes as a massive surprise. If you look through scripture, every incident involves someone totally unexpected and unworthy in human eyes. But the Father doesn’t see as we see, or think as we do. And He doesn’t ask our permission or approval. If He wants change, he crashes the financial system to remind us who is King. Or rather, He lets us ruin things for ourselves and lets us take the fall, and then shines through.

I asked myself what kind of church would make me never want to miss my time there, and it was surprisingly hard. I want something that’s so good it makes people want to bring their friends – that they *have* to go to and be a part of. Something i wouldn’t be embarrassed about or worried about asking someone along to.

After a while, one thing was clear. We need to throw the rulebook out. Completely. Start from scratch right from the beginning. Strip it down, re-frame and begin again.

What is a church? It is a body of people. Not a building. A group of people who share the same beliefs and enthusiasm for spirituality. So, forget the building and all its content. Forget the symbols. Throw out the old archaic language. All of it. Goodbye dogma, routine and institutionalism. Start from the beginning. Nothing feels better than ripping down an institution and replacing it with something better. Maybe we’d go for a big theatre or other type of secular auditorium that wasn’t being used and would love having its corridors filled out several times a week with passionate go-getters.

So a “church” that is not a church as we know it today, but one that would come to define it for the next decades.

So what would some of the characteristics of that new church be?

  • Open to anyone and everyone of any creed, colour, denomination. Focused on 15-45.
  • Comfy surroundings, just like the sofas and coffee world of Starbucks. A wine bar and cinema as much as a conference.
  • Completely positive in every way – the prosperity Gospel from beginning to end. No preaching, no negativity, just encouragement, celebration and a real buzz of excitement from that encouragement.
  • A place to debate, educate, discover, learn, grow and be immersed in the important things that matter in life, as well as the big controversial global issues. A big focus on scientific, historical and theological understanding. A place to re-learn the principles of evolution if you flunked GCSE biology.
  • A Bible “re-framed” as self-development and personal life coaching. Leagues of inspirational speakers.
  • Internationalised, with global TV and the massive power of the Internet as its backbone.
  • An electronically linked community with all of its materials and activities available anywhere, anytime, on any device.
  • A massive push for management of PR and a willingness to absolutely honesty and to get hands dirty on difficult topics.
  • Focused on caring every single day for the vulnerable and setting an example (e.g. going out and bringing in rough sleepers). Action always, not words.
  • Creating and driving unique and innovative projects that blow people’s minds, and helping every person reach their own personal potential.

What would never, ever be seen, ever again?

First off, no hymns. No concept of a “service”. No subservient we’re-not-worthy “worship” or cheesy attempts to be “cool”. No half-baked amateur musicians who still think it’s ok to play Status Quo or shit church worship music on stage in your 40s because it’s as embarrassing as your trying to play Hank Marvin at the shit school disco. No pews. No symbols or images. No fucking organ. No altar either. No uniforms. No stained glass windows, processions, tea and biscuits or anything as fucking pointless as that. No Sunday mornings when the evening is better and you want to play football or lay in then instead. No bible study groups or women’s mornings when helping others would be more worthwhile.

Fuck the old people. Let them go to the old piece of shit building down the road. If you want family friendly, go to a crèche. If you want to be told what you want to hear, go to an AA meeting. It’s debate, challenging talks, inspiring stories, powerful projects and encouragement 24/7 that nurtures the very best in everyone rather than putting them down and dressing like Margaret Thatcher is around or you’re in a bad sitcom. It would be a place for people to learn to be driven, motivated, encouraged and have the positivity rub off on them, as well as spreading it amongst others – a massive self-development crowd evolving as one. A community that engage together in challenging themselves and being part of something bigger in changing the world around them, and the lives of people they come into contact with.

A “hive” of positivity energy, you could say. A community that has changing the world as its goal and is interested in achieving higher things than financial gain, status or any other of the world’s pretentious bullshit. And has a ball doing it, celebrating in the meantime whilst the rest of the world struggling. A total rejection of all the fake shit in favour of something higher, better, more inspiring and long-lasting. Projects that leave people’s mouths open, a focus on having an effect that lasts decades, and an ongoing list of changed lives that are unrecognisable. A positive elitism, if you will. Something everyone wants in on.

You couldn’t just cut out the music and communion, i know. I guess you’d have to segment the calendar so those who wanted to sing and dance together could go to a gig, those who wanted quiet prayer and therapy had the same time, and those who wanted to debate and have talks could drag in people of every other faith and viewpoint to discuss as vigorously as they could manage. A multilateral agenda, perhaps. I think the key to it would be to ditch the idea of a weekly “service” and start thinking about a series of parallel events, meetings, gatherings or whatever you might want to call them. The heartbeat would be a democratic involvement in building the world together, not just following some tiresome routine made up by some jumped-up local theologian in a dog collar with a CoE pension.

But just as important as diversity and learning is … balls. A church needs to stand up for its beliefs and fight for a cause. No more being timid or PC. With a highly-educated crowd practising the positivity it preaches with every breath, it carries authority. It stands out and makes a noise. It is politically active and takes on the media and government relentlessly without ceasing. It makes no secret of its internal debates but doesn’t try to be acceptable to anyone – just to represent the truth as academically adn spiritually determined, and beliefs that reflect everyday ordinary people’s values and concerns, with arguments that have been thought through. No mercy, no backing down, and no being frightened – just a show of strength and unity, even against other older-school churches who don’t like the new upstart’s ideas. And if they don’t like it, fuck ‘em. We work under God. Let them take it up with Him.

It’s never going to be easy. Not in a million years. But that’s what attracts me to the idea, as well as doing something new so amazing that everyone would want to be part of it regardless of their (lack of) spiritual belief. That is what God and spirituality mean to me – something you seen in someone else that you want for yourself because you see the blessing on that person’s life and the way it spills over to the lives of anyone they come into contact with. That’s God’s plan too. He shines through us. You meet Him in the kindness of others, and the amazement of who they are and what they do. Actions, heart and faith count for more than anything else.

That was Abraham’s purpose and appeal – he, like David and Saul after him, became the wealthiest man in the region, and the populace thought that if they could reach his God they could be the same. And they could. The God of Abraham became the greatest goal of every individual who knew him because they wanted the same blessing for themselves –a wonderfully brilliant inversion of fundamental human nature. But that’s the Father for you – smarter and wiser than anyone or anything else, and working differently to how the buckteeth-bible-bashing brigade represent Him to be.

Wouldn’t you like to be a part of something like that? I know i would. When was the last time you were excited and inspired by something that? If you don’t think we crave that encouragement, purpose and strength, just take a look at Obama-mania all over the world and Joel Osteen’s reach to millions across the planet. We should be inspired and encouraged by their example, but be ready to better them. Follow maybe, but be energised to build on what they have started and take it further to a much higher level. They have laid the groundwork, now it is time for us to reach towards the sky and think, believe and work to create something that blows people away. That must be our goal – not to equal, but to always supersede.

How’s that for a new take on the The Great Commission?

But it’s not enough just to theorise and talk about it. I’ve learned that, as Ghandi said, you need to become the change you want to see in this world. It’s pointless to sit around complaining and pull something to bits unless you have an alternative or a new plan to replace it. It’s just air. We need to find a way to do it, and commit to a bigger, bolder vision that goes beyond what we understand, know or can imagine. What is the point whingeing when you can use the same energy to create something new? To seek out new ways of doing things, search your imagination for a revolution and become an author of a more positive and advanced upgrade to the current scenario?

So in that vein, i start today. Just as we did with the Rockstar 2.0 project to reinvent music, as we did with the collaborative writing to give new talent a platform and as we are doing with Blue Alien to launch hundreds of new bands through a new way to do things, it’s time to lay the groundwork. Not talk, just do. Even if it’s small at first and grows from there. I have a million projects i want to unleash on this planet, but this one is special.

I call it “21CC” or “21st Century Church”.

In 2009, we will find a backwards church and retro-fit it to be the most electronically-equipped and technological advanced organisation of its kind, almost entirely at no cost, to be a role model for every other church in the country. We will take a no-hope failing place and transform it over a few weeks as a flagship community linked together via the Internet, and re-built with a new, daring philosophy in mind. We will then publish the whole thing everywhere we can, and film it. Like Rockstar it will probably take a year or two for people to wake up and get the idea, but this one is going to be 100x bigger and wider-reaching because of its ultimate goal. I kind of thing we may just have some spiritual back-up to make it fly along too.

In case you were wondering, that was your invitation to join me. We’re going to need a lot of people with varying skills and experience to make it work, but the preparations are underway now. If you know of a church that needs an overhaul, let me know. If you want to be part of the project, get yourself on board and get strapped in. I’m not stopping or slowing down now. The more money, power, contacts, resources and inspiration that comes my way, the more we take on and get done. The more you eat, the more your stomach learns to take and the hungrier we get. You have to live this life knowing that you won’t live long, and what you do down here is down to you and whether you are willing to live in a way that means your memory outlasts the generations.

Everything we choose to embark on must be bigger than we ever think we can accomplish. We’re not confined to the size of other people’s imaginations; we’re released to the size of our God and our destiny. The size of our problems indicates the breadth of our potential as extraordinary people face extraordinary challenges. Ordinary people have ordinary problems and never challenge themselves. The choice lies within you, as does the strength to make it. We either sit by the roadside or we pull up our guns and decide to crash on down the road even if we don’t know where it will lead us. You’ll be amazed at what you can do and how powerful your imagination is if you just give yourself a chance to shine, even in the darkness of other people’s agendas, bullshit and judgement. Fuck ‘em. We’re not here long enough to have to worry about what they’re doing anyway.

And if you think this kind of bold new vision for music, film and eventually the church is radical, just you wait until you see what the Father put on the inside of me for the country and its government. I’m only 29 now. I have another 40 or so years yet, and i’ve only really got started in the last 5.

25
Nov

when pushing buttons turns me into a liar

Dear Alex

I’ve not known you long enough to come along and pour all of my problems on the floor in front of you like some silly 7 year old that owns every piece of lego from the Robin Hood set right round to the star wars Limited Edition with the Darth Maul in it, however, I don’t think anyone will listen to me like you do!

I’m with a girl that I love to bits but she’s seriously fucking with my head. I’m beginning to wonder if she’s gets satisfaction from it. She may as well sit on my head and literally straddle it because that’s how much she’s fucking with it.

Now, given the situation that all of her family has recently disowned her bar her mum and brother because they don’t agree with her seeing a white guy like me, I’d would have thought that she’d think before she screams down my throat about my “mistakes” , which when I think about it are absol-fucking-lutly pointless and questionable whether she should even being moaning at me in the first place!

She finished with me the other day because of something I might do… “you know what guys are like” so that was it, end of…… A while later she realised what she’d done and we patched things up because I knew as well as her that she was being stupid. She’s going to have to learn to trust me and get used to my honest approach because I don’t see the point in lying

But tonight I think I’ve found where I’ve been going wrong, I’ve been too honest, oh shit, how fucking clumsy of me! I’ll just totally lie to her face and see if that makes it all better shall I? I’m not going to go through all of the stupid arguments we’ve had because quite honestly they’re fucking ridiculous but I will share one with you just to give you idea what I’m dealing with here.

So she says to me that she’s getting some hair extensions “really long ones” down to her ass. “Oh right” I said as I turned left at the traffic lights after sitting there for 2 minutes because some shit head decided to push the button. Don’t you just hate that? Because they push it and wait, and wait, and wait some more…and they don’t cross, and within this time you could have been 5 minutes down the road but instead you’re sitting there staring at the silly fuck encouraging them to cross, yet at the same time the longer they stand and wait the more you want the kick the shit out of them. Then when they finally decide to cross your light goes green and you have to wait for them to cross, fuck sake!!! The urge to run them down passes but you can’t, you just can’t, one day though, one day!

Anyway back to the story. I tell her “I don’t think really long ones will suit you that well” but she tells me shes getting them done anyway. I thought, Good for her, I’m glad my girlfriend can stand up to me and stick to her opinions, it’s really cool! So that was it, or so I thought…

So today I was at work and one of the girls asks how me and the girlfriend are getting on, I tell her things are fine, she then goes to me, “she told me she’s getting really long hair extensions” I said “yea that’s the plan, I’m not too sure they’ll suit her that long, maybe a little bit shorter though” and the girl turns round to me and says “yea..I agree” …..and that was that. Until the girlfriend met me from work.

We’re driving home and she says “Emma’s hair looked nice” and I said “yea, it wasn’t her real hair though, unlike yours which is perfectly natural, talking of which, Emma agreed with me that the long hair might not suit” (Uh-Oh)

The shit hits the fan!!! Why??? Because shortly after I found out from her that it was only yesterday that Emma told her that it would suit her, so it looks like Emma’s changed her opinion just to please us both.

Now lets just hold the brakes for a second…. I couldn’t give a shit about whether she has hair extensions or not, I was just voicing my honest opinion, I’d still love her if she had them done or even with shaved head, I dont care, I love her.

We had a huge row and it’s come down to, I’m in the wrong because I should have said to Emma “yea, they’ll look great on her” but instead I told the truth like I did originally to my very girlfriend. But surely she can’t she the bigger picture, I was just being me! totally honest!! whereas “her friend” has just blatantly lied to one of us about her opinion just to be on both of our sides. Jeez!

I now leave the argument with the girlfriend somehow putting 2 in 45612 and coming out with “me and Emma are getting up to no good”…..work that one out. I can understand my girlfriend wanting me to stick up for her and if someone was being disrespectful I totally would, I’m there for her, but whether or not to get some fucking hair extensions, don’t give me that! It was just my opinion…

So I’ve come to the conclusion that I just won’t voice my opinion anymore more because it just ends up in tears….if it’s positive, great!!! but if I say something a bit negative (meaning: me being honest) then I’m a bad boyfriend so with that said I’m going to become a liar just to make things easier, you know the typical guy approach, don’t want the hassle so I just agree.

Like I said to you earlier, I feel like a lousy sunday football team, I can’t win!! I thought women appreciated the truth, well they fucking well don’t, they hate it!!

Sorry for the rant.

25
Nov

raw peaches: convince yourself you’re happy

The well-informed who know us and read here regularly will know of one of a series of secret projects Virgilio & I have been working on for a while now - a recording and mastering facility called Little Blue Alien Studios. Because of how well the Rockstar 2.0 Project went, we decided to take it a little further and see how close to professional we could get with the limited equipment and resources available.

For our first pilot project to assess its feasibility, Chloe suggested we record her brother Jake’s band, now known as Raw Peaches. The first drafts they sent over weren’t up to much but we heard something in Jake we liked. So we booked them into Terminal Studios, and got then down for a series of days where we used nothing more than a PC and some basic equipment to get them a demo EP done.

It cost £66 in total for the hire of Terminal, not including travel and food.

And here is the result. 3 perfectly mastered professional tunes that have not only shown us we can achieve more than we ever imagined, but given Jake a new lease of life. This is the flagship song that everyone loves, called “Convince Yourself You’re Happy.” From this, there have been several meetings with well-known producers and if you give it a few months, some label action too. Enjoy.

Written by Jake Waddington. Performed by Jake Waddington (vocals, guitar, bass), Calum Robinson (lead guitar), Simon Wright (drums), Alex Cameron (guitar).

Managed by Chloe Waddington. Recorded by Virgilio Fino & Ben McCluskey at Terminal Studios (London) & Blue Alien Studios (London). Mixed by Virgilio Fino, mastered by Alex Cameron.

For the techies, the drums were recorded multi-track with SM57s in 4hrs, the guitars were done through a Pod MKII, the vocals went sent across a baby preamp without a pop shield over 3hrs, and everything went through a MOTU board. Everything was sequenced/mixed in Cubase 4, and mastered with Izotope. Mic placing and background overhead was a big issue with the drums, as was widening the sound, so there is a lot of gating and compression to try and limit the fuzz and clipping.

Listen to “Convince Yourself You’re Happy”:

Download the MP3 of “Convince Yourself You’re Happy” by Jake Waddington/Raw Peaches here:
Raw.Peaches-Convince.Yourself.Youre.Happy.MASTER.mp3

Listen to “Workout”:

Download the MP3 of “Workout” by Jake Waddington/Raw Peaches here:
Raw.Peaches-Workout.MASTER.mp3

Listen to “get me Out Of Here”:

Download the MP3 of “Get Me Out Of Here” by Jake Waddington/Raw Peaches here:
Raw.Peaches-Get.Me.Out.Of.Here.MASTER.mp3

We’re now even more inspired and determined to take this further, so we’re looking for 10 artists who want to get their material produced but don’t have the means or contacts to do it. If you know anyone who would like to be part of one of the most revolutionary music projects the industry has seen in a long time, let us know.

P.S. Yes i know i’ve been slack. Big updates are on their way tomorrow.

20
Nov

across the world with kate’s tres blondes

It’s a very small world, and it keep getting smaller. Recently my buddy Joe Shooman introduced me to Kate Wellham, who leads of troupe of 3 mad women who like doing insane and often pointless things for the sheer hell of it.  Together they form the Blondes. Their most recent adventure was reporting from “in The City” in Manchester for the music conference.

But before that. their most infamous madness/genius was travelling from country to country with only the help of AQA (”All/Any Questions Answered”), the text-based question-answering service. I’ve been talking things through with them (with Kyle Spooner and Roach Productions) about how we can help, as i know Joby has an insane jaunt across the US up his sleeve for next May.

Blondes on Tour:
http://www.roachproductions.com/blondes/

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=DMbr775AklY (Part 1)
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=VAPue6p8WGw (Part 2)

So why is it a small world? Well apparently Kate and i already knew each other, as she promoted Kitty’s band in leeds this time last year and knows them very well indeed as they stayed at her place and most of the boys tried it on with her. Bizarre, but just shows the circles you get renown in if you work for it.

if you have any ideas for their next mission, make sure to drop me a line so i can pass in on to them.

20
Nov

star trek, thinking for tuesday and midgar’s launch

it seems like the musical innovation we’ve long been pushing for is starting to spread. Tom’s band “Thinking For Tuesday” have a pretty unique campaign going on where they want the fans to choose what songs get put on their first album. TFT are a hard-working and humble bunch who have kept their heads down and just pushed on regardless of the rest of the world. Full kudos to them for it.

You can vote for the songs you want on the album on the Thinking For Tuesday website.

And even if you’ve never been into Star Trek, and think you will never be, it might be time to change your mind. JJ Abrams is bringing out a Star Wars/Bond-style “Early Years” Star Trek version of Captain Kirk ’s younger days which is action-packed adventure movie complete with adrenaline-racing CGI that is a complete reinvention of the franchise that is simply unmissable.

Check out the trailer:

And the time has come. Rob Fisher’s MIDGAR are officially releasing their debut EP “Of The Ancientswhich is one seriously stunning work of brilliance. 3 guitarists and some incredible harmonies that reallt grow on you. The show itself is at The Robert Peel in Kingston-Upon-Thames and tickets are £5.00 ijn advance.

Virgilio, Nathalie, Chloe and Jake will be down there, as well as Rob, Gemma and everyone else. Het your ass down there for 8pm.

19
Nov

neil martin: a smile even in the very darkness of han

This might be plagiarism, but occasionally it is the only way to express a situation so tragic that the circumstances demand it. Something that should be explained over a gentle rendition of Chopin’s mournful 4th prelude in the background. There is a Korean word, “Han”.

Neil Martin, a friend of mine, of Andy, and best friend of Amanda, died this week aged 29 after taking an overdose in his aunt’s house in Brighton. He was found lying peacefully on his bed with a magazine, with a gentle smile on his face. He had suffered perpetual and severe depression all of his life and had sought help again and again from everywhere he could. After several suicide attempts, he finally succeeded in private. For Amanda, is it the 2nd close friend to have committed suicide within a year or so. Our love, thoughts and prayers are with his family tonight. There are no words we can say that will comfort them in such a dark and lonely hour. All we can do is stand with them.

It’s rare to meet such a gentle soul. He was hilariously funny but so very sensitive. One of the few gay guys i thought flirting with was hilarious. A massively talented musician and engineer who struggled all his life from a tumultuous family background, self-medication with drugs, and a whole liturgy of medicines and programs to relieve the emptiness. Most of all, it was him who brought Amanda through our break up – his love, kindness and wonderful humour were there when my spirit wasn’t brave enough to face up to my own culpability when i was an absent friend as well as being an absent boyfriend. The happiest time of his life was when Amanda was stealing food for him when he didn’t have any money, and when he moved in with her and Andy in Ealing. They were a blessing in each other’s lives. I truly believe that the only reason we had more time than we should have with Neil is because of the blessing of Amanda in his life. She brought out his smile when he thought no-one could.

My most prominent memory of Neil was helping him to prepare some material for his radio presenter portfolio, and he was genuinely touched someone would go out of the way to help him for no real reason other than they wanted to help him. I was told he admired me. I don’t know why that was the case and probably won’t ever know, but i never told him what he should have been told – that the people he loved were proud of him, loved him and admired him too. His talent, and his strength throughout all his struggles in the consuming darkness, and his incredible compassion and love were only matched inversely by his simple desire to feel like he had a home and was loved. Something he couldn’t feel no matter how hard he tried or whatever medication he took.

There is no literal English translation of “Han”. It’s a state of mind. Of soul, more than anything. Loosely translated, it means a terrible sorrow and anger that grow from the accumulated experiences of oppression. Han is a deep sadness. A sadness so deep that no tears will come. A sadness so deep that you feel nothing, fear nothing. Han is a state of mind, of soul. A sadness that eats you up. And yet there’s still hope.

Although the word is frequently and commonly used by Koreans, the condition it describes is taken quite seriously. When people die of Han, it is called dying of hwabyong, a disease of frustration and rage following misfortune. Some are born with a broken heart, and live with one that never mends. Some are born with a layer of skin less than everyone else and they go through their life deeply believing they were not meant to be here.

The truth is that many people are born with depression and other illnesses for no fault of their own other than their heritage. If we can pass on things genetically (e.g. cancer, heart disease, height etc) then it follows that emotional and spiritual problems are also passed on. There’s nothing wrong with us, it’s just in the bloodline and needs to be broken. We did nothing wrong, we’re not defective, it’s no-one’s fault and we didn’t deserve it. We struggle with emotional emptiness and spiritual despair without any discernable reason for the severity. Our parents, their parents, and other people on the branches of the tree have it and it’s run down the generations to us.

There will never have been enough time we could have spent with those who we’ve lost, never enough words to express the sadness, and always so much more that we feel we could have done. It can feel like it will never end, that it was a complete surprise, and we can be tempted to give up.

The depth of our grief is because of the intensity of our love, and it is love that shines out of us so brightly now that it blinds us from its chaotic brilliance. It is the love that we feel that overwhelms us and floods everything. But has no end and knows no boundaries. Our love for them will always be there and no darkness can break it or severe it. We loved them then, we love them now, and we will always love them. After we have gone, our love will remain and be passed on amongst us and between us. Every memory is pieced together with the love we felt, and still feel. It will never leave, be lost, tire or falter. For every day we live from now is another spent more richly because of their blessing on our life than nothing can take away, The body may be gone, but we carry their heart in every one of us whose lives they touched, even in the smallest of ways.

Our deep and everlasting love means we must redouble our efforts to reach out to those around who are alone. We must look for those we have missed and overlooked – those who may be in the same situation right now and be maintaining a totally different front despite their deepening despair. We need to look harder and longer; go the extra mile to put a blanket around those out in the cold and bring them inside. We must let that light of love bursting through us to shine violently into the lives of those who need it rather than trying to control it and snuff it out so we can’t feel it. Now is a time to find the lost, be there in the darkness with them, and make a covenant with ourselves to work harder and love deeper than before, to more and more around us so they will live on forever too.

We celebrate the lives and memories of those we loved by letting that love run amok without restriction or limit. We have to give thanks and be grateful that are we still able, now, at this moment, to reach out and tell others they are loved, because we may not be able to someday. We get angry because we love, we sacrifice because we love and we grieve because we love. We can stand in darkness and not fear it; we may curse and not mean it; but we will stand here naked and love because we feel it.

One of Neil’s favourite quotes on his Facebook page exemplifies everything.

You might not see the cage until you’re free.”

Rest in peace, my gentle, gentle friend. May the Father bring you home so you will know His love you never got to experience in this place. He knew you before you were born, made every hair on your head, put the dreams in your heart, and saw everything that happened. He saw the pain, the tears, the despair and all the love in your heart bursting, wanting to come out. He was with you in the darkness, when you laughed, and He was there when you put each pill in your mouth, with His heart breaking with you as He held your hand next to you on that bed. And He knows your heart, and those around you that loved you. He knew the love inside you, and the tragedy of the darkness that never ended, because He wanted to lift you from it. There is no pit so deep that His love can’t reach you, no black so dark that He can’t find you, and no despair deep enough that could evade Him. He knows what you went though. And He knows you now, as you go to be with Him once more and wait for us.

Rest in peace, my gentle, gentle friend.

14
Nov

because only thinking makes it good or bad

Today was our limited screening day, and what a fucking day it has been. Last night all the team met each other properly for the first time in Fitzrovia (James, Jess, Joby, Matt, Toto etc) and the sparks really flew. Hours of me and Toto abusing each other and laughing at the Korean food taking so long as they “probably had to find a local neighbourhood dog to kill for the souffle”. An amazing night where i literally watched fate in action as the future unfolded perfectly. It was strange, but really cool.

Toto will be coming on-board a co-director for the movie, we’re building the set now instead of borrowing an office, Jess will be managing the production, and Joby will be holding auditions in December at the Italia Conti Drama School. If you want to audition, or know someone who would be great, just drop him an email.

Don’t ask me how but on the way back somehow i managed to get talking to 2 lager-swigging skinhead guys who looked pretty aggressive but actually turned out to be really cool people. Both of them had 2 year old daughters and we spent half an hour laughing about how amazing kids are and that sticking by them instead of leaving was a real expression of solid character. It’s amazing how many people have never been told by the people close to them that they’re proud of them or they’re good enough. I made sure those 2 did, as it changed my perspective and that of a lot of people around us too. Everyone had just assumed they were chav thugs.

Then yetr another laptop broke down. Well i say broke down. What i really meant is it catastrophically exploded spontaneously and refused to work in any shape or form. Luckily i still have my faithful Blackberry and some other options for the time being until i get a new one. If you know where i can buy one of those solid bomb-proof models they kit out for soldiers in Iraq, let me know.

But it may have a bit of a difficult day, but that didn’t stop all the wonderful things from pouring in too to neutralise the crapness.

Jim’s gone even further, so bring on Leeds and Doncaster!

I was genuinely inspired (not in a cheesy way) by your wonderful piece of writing. So much so that I`ve asked one of my team to supersize it (2mtrs wide x 2.5mtrs high) & print it onto banner material which will then be hung in my reception area for visitors/customers & staff (`welcome to Gremedia, Jim`s not available yet but please take a seat & bloody well read that, which might hopefully stop you moaning about everything thats gone wrong in your life, `Oh I feel completely out of control`. Prats!!) `My God Alex` why are some people so negative?? Am I barking?? `completely`!!

THANKYOU for everything you & `V` have done for Jake, I will hopefully get the chance to reciprocate the immense work you have both put in.

By the way, Chloe will kill me for this, but she absolutely idolises you: believe you me Alex thats no mean feat because she takes no prisoners.

Both Jan & I are looking forward to spoiling you with some northern hospitality when you come up to stay.

But I have been seriously grumpy and tired today. I plan on going out for a meal that includes a large chocolate cake, speaking to my favourite girls and taking some time to relax as everything is now in place for 2008. The last 6 weeks are moving on and soon we’ll be starting a new era of prosperity.

I wasn’t bad tempered of course, so imagine my surprise when i saw this turn up in my inbox to make my day:

—————————- Original Message —————————-
Subject: Enlightened!
From: [removed]
Date: Fri, November 14, 2008 4:48 pm
To: ac@azcameron.co.uk
————————————————————————–

Dearest Mr. Cameron

My name is [removed] I have no idea how I ended up at your blog, although it was at your very well written article on humility and histrionic narcissism.

I proceeded by reading some of your other articles, passions and goals and it is amazing, how much I have incommon with you; among chivalry, the unknown, music (I play classic music on piano, retro rock on guitar), poetry (I write myself) etc etc… THE LIST GOES ON AND ON.

It is like I am reading what I have going through my mind constantly, almost like communicative thought telepathy or something. Although sometimes when I try to organize my thoughts putting them into writing it is hard to organize them into a coherent matter!

To conclude for one second I could have sworn that you were the one for me by reading the articles I came across, though unfortunately I am afraid I am both to young and that you have found the love of your life, so apparently I was misstaken. Consequently I send both of you my best wishes.

I felt that I needed to write and tell you this thus there are so many other things I am not bringing up in this e-mail. Also I feel for you as I know what it is like to have a neurotic mother and somehow I feel very enlightened and inspired.

It would appear i’m also going mystery shopping - very bizarre. From Stef…

I just have been allocated an assignement for mystery shopping:
[removed] Restaurant on the first floor - Three course meal and bottle of wine - for two people.
Fine Dining Lunch 12-2.00pm @ Friday 21 Nov 08

Please let me know if you are up for it..all expenses paid :-) I could postpone it to Wednesday 19. or Thursday 20. as well…..

One of my biggest gripes is the way a lot of women misuse language and then get angry at others for not understanding what they mean, simply because they say the opposite to what they want and don’t both to take the time to communicate in an adult way. This from Andrea just summed it for me.

9 WORDS WOMEN USE

  1. Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.
  2. Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.
  3. Nothing: This is the calm befor e the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.
  4. Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don’t Do It!
  5. Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.)
  6. That’s Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That’s okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.
  7. Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or Faint. Just say you’re welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless she says ‘Thanks a lot’ - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say ‘you’re welcome’ …. that will bring on a ‘whatever’).
  8. Whatever: Is a women’s way of saying F*cK YOU!
  9. Don’t worry about it, I got it: Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking ‘What’s wrong?’ For the woman’s response refer to # 3.

You can tell it was written by a woman. Why? They’re not words, they’re phrases and statements. Just a semantic detail of course, but logic can be important.  So if you ask for something, and expect another, that is actually the dictionary definition of insanity.

12
Nov

join neil to talk about writing with honour

Neil Baker, one of our most bloodthirsty and creatively violent screenwriters (who goes under the moniker “Spike27″ on PlotBot) has just started a new blog to discuss everything to do with writing, thinking and industry networking. It’s focused on the art of screenwriting itself, and his contention that it can be learnt. He lives in Doncaster and goes to uni in Sheffield, so if you’re based up that way, make sure to look him up on Facebook and say hello.

And it mentions me too, which of course makes it right for a shameless plug and further act of megalomania:

“The little time I have for writing is speant writing for a chap named Alex Cameron (based in London). He is a fast-paced, funny bloke who is making 7 feature films. I’m not the only one working for Alex - he has over 60 people working on the mass collaberation projects as we speak. The first one is called Michael’s Resignation and is currently being worked over since the first draft was completed. I managed to pump out 18% of the script, so I suppose I should take 18% of the shit if it’s…well……shit. But I’m sure it won’t be. Alex’s ideas for his 7 projects are unusual and will no doubt cause mini riots by some people, but if you ask me - they’re bloody brilliant.”

Get to know Neil more here:

http://writewithhonour.blogspot.com/
http://www.myspace.com/neilbaker27
http://en-gb.facebook.com/people/Neil_Baker/562722802

P.S. Got this from Jenny. Thank you x

“Who would have thought you’d be writing about love in November when earlier this year you said you didn’t know how to love - you’ve come a long way these past few months. You’ve done well and you should be proud of yourself - I know I’m proud of you.”

12
Nov

the queen’s heart and the king’s voice

It’s finally happened. My mum is on Facebook. The days of casual flirtation, boredom relief and general chitter chatter without having to explain every movement and potential life change in chronic detail are over. Nanna is now posting on walls, adding friends and listing herself as married and into The Levellers. It was a matter of time before we went over that cliff, but now it’s here i’ll just have to cope and keep her on my limited profile i use for stalkers.

I’m just on one of those 24hrs when i have too much energy and enthusiasm but lacking the will to indulge it somehow. A bit like having a heavy automatic break pedal depressed when you’re accelerating. I’m grateful for what i have. Truly, honestly grateful. Every day that goes on allows me to delight in even the worst circumstances just by seeing how everything fits neatly into place, piece by piece., and how my life swells with talented people flooding into my life. That’s often how i know how blessed i am, because i am surrounded by new faces attracted to me from the way i am and what i want to do in this life, as well as old ones in support and laconic encouragement (if that isn’t an oxymoron).

I’m finding that the first 30 minutes of the day are absolutely crucial as i have a pattern embedded in me to default back to being very negative the moment i wake up. I don’t know why exactly, but i suspect it’s a hangover from my school days as up until recently it didn’t feel like there was a lot to be waking up excited about. So i’m forcing myself into a new routine of positive affirmations, getting out into the air as soon as possible, praying every morning before i do anything else, and putting on positive material (e.g. Joel Osteen) as the first thing i see or do to set me up nicely for the chaotic battle than can be this life. You’ve got to be grateful, thankful and also declare your faith in who you are and what’s coming your way.

And that brings me on to a quick mention of our tour of the North – as there are so many people we have to see (and meet for the first time, too), the only thing i can do before my trip to Israel in December is to try and squeeze everything in to a few days’ road trip. Amongst those we need to pop in on are Neil (Sheffield), Emma (Scunthorpe), Kate (Bradford), Chloe & Jake’s family (Bradford), Suz (Glasvegas) and the police in Hull. There are more but i can’t be bothered to list them all. If you’re nearby and live up there, drop me a line as we can all hook up, drink the night sway and celebrate everything we have to be grateful for in these strange lives of ours.

To give you an idea of why i love living my 7-day work/celebration life you can leer in voyeuristically when i say it’s punctuated by a continuous stream of phone calls, emails and messages with wonderful and talented people who i love having around me and love helping to get where they need to be. There’s nothing i love more than to be hustling and bustling, juggling ideas, dates, deals and exchanges between each other and watching the natural connections and patterns happen between them all in real-time. You could say that they are satellites orbiting in a gravitational pull around planet Alex.

Today alone i look back on all the people who weaved in and out of me and you can’t help but be grateful. I never realise the sheer number of people who speak to me every day. In the morning a guy (James) made contact with me because he has a new screenplay he’s selling in to the studios, and he wants to concentrate on movie funding and biz dev full time. I need an exec producer, and not only is he the right person appearing at the right time, he’s totally one of us. He even went to the concert i wanted to go to as a kid and loved the same bands in his teens.

My nephew calls me to tell me he loves me (aww); Jenny introduces me to a friend she wants me to help as he’s raising funds for child mortality research; Rob and i talk about winding up a record deal with Roadrunner; Neil send over his screenplays for 2 short films; Jess wants me to come for lunch, misses me and wants to bring her presenter friend to meet me; my mum asks me for help adding her business contacts to LinkedIn; Jake calls me to talk over fixes and get recording advice; Smiv mentions me in his latest video and i invite him to come to the movie summit on Thursday; Clare asks me to help her with her friend’s PC and goes out of her way to thank me; i’m the first person Virgil speaks to after he wakes up at 5pm.

Joby and i go over weeks of things as he’s rendering 6 edits and negotiating with a Sultan’s daughter; Kate introduces me to a new bunch of TV maker friends; Stef introduces me to her friend at Sony, Jodie, and wants to bring her for lunch on Thursday to talk over music career ideas; Persia sends me the best txt of the month which makes me laugh out loud as we yadder back and forth; Hailey texts me saying “hello you dirty little bitch” before she goes to bed; and the back-end of the evening just sparkles because of a frantically excited and hilarious chat with crazy-chemistry Caroline that i don’t think either of us really want to end. As we speak i’m chatting to James, sending Emma a message about how genuinely beautiful she looks, and working with Virgilio on the latest mixes over the web. I daren’t look over my todo list.

How on earth i ended up in some bizarre message-swapping lesbian porn fantasy scenario with Persia and Caroline i will never know. It’s a tribute to their insanity and very twisted sense of humour. Bring on the HG version of that movie.

One of the most inspirational stories is Virgilio’s, and he amazes me with his talent so much that its virtually blinding. He speaks in music, thinks in music and is almost totally spiritual in his love and awe of music. I spend a few hours hacking a mix, and he just works for an hour or so on the same one, bringing out the best quality mastered sound you can imagine, as well as telepathically getting the sound the band wanted. He just feels it and knows it intuitively without thinking. Working with him to build his vision for UseYourEars.com has been a privilege as being near someone who is realising his dream is within reach is just extraordinary. Not only has he fought to build it for 8 years, it’s bigger than he expected.

I catalysed it this year as he didn’t have the technical know-how to make it happen fast, whereas i did. I didn’t have to help him or spend such a massive amount of time on it, but i saw a genuine and talented guy giving something his all and believing in a vision bigger than the world around him. I saw someone who spends his life going out of his way to help other people just because he wants to help, and the same guy trying to help a whole planet of musicians. But also a massively talented producer, engineer, instrumentalist and visionary who needed someone to make it happen for him. Someone who helps others deserves someone to help him. All it took was for me to notice and believe, and the rest was easy.

I spoke to Joby tonight and he was telling me how he was the only person who stopped to pick up a massively injured and emaciated greyhound on the side of the road on a country lane whilst everyone else looked on and drive by. These are the people i want in my life. Both those two characters are so talented it’s disgusting. They also happen to be incredible people in their own right who are spiritual, enthused and understand there is a bigger picture to who they are, and how the way they live affects others.

Take one look at V and you’ll probably just see a genius languishing in the body of a scruffy hippy with a heart of gold, but who do you know who you could help, right now? When you help someone, they are inclined to help someone else in return, forming a chain. When you do good, it lasts forever and shakes generations of people as they all search out to repay the favour somewhere, somehow, to someone.

My point is that you have things and know things that could help others, as they do for you too. So to create that world of wonder, seek out people you can actively trade your skills and experience with for projects so you both get to reach your dreams. You do something for them, and they do something for you. You both have goals, and an agenda, so work together in a pact that sees you both help each other make it. Do it with whole groups of people at a time. You soon find the list of things you can exchange is larger than you can cope with as hybrids of things appear and you keep growing to form new areas of interest and co-operate on new ideas. I try to do it with everyone i know.

You help me on this, i’ll help you on that. If we work together, we can get 500% instead of 50% on our own, and we get to become best friends too in the process and inspire others to do the same. Interdependence is a higher principle and rewarding yourself with celebrations after succeeding is just one part of the deal. You encourage each other like gym buddies, share common goals and have double the fulfilment from helping others and twice the amount of achievement. Imagine what you could do when you’re in 10 deals like that at once. Then imagine 30, and you have what’s formed in my life, and why i am so blessed and grateful.

How can you dare lose hope with those types of people around you and being inundated with their joys, hopes, enthusiasm, failings and successes? How can you not be grateful? Everyone has someone they want to introduce to me, and i love that. Maybe one day it will all fall apart, but for now, i’m grateful. I’ve got all the friends i need, all the romantic tension i need, and more hope than i know what to do with. Their passion, vision and enthusiasm rubs off on me even when they’re not there. Build a world of talented enthusiastic people and guess what? You feel great every day. A cycle of endless encouragement, compliments, mutual support/appreciation and kindness forms like a storm. You do something good for someone, they do something good for you (if you judge the right character to help in the first place) and you whip up prosperity and momentum instead of shit.

The converse/adverse of that is also true – there is an immense peace and freedom that comes with throwing all the bullshit you don’t want or need right off the side of the boat. No guilt, no obligations, just a decision to prioritise your focus and choose not to care about what doesn’t matter. Everyone else is responsible for themselves and you can care from a distance as they do it themselves, as they should. Off the side of the boat it goes.

And that’s the way we have to be. Don’t fight fire with fire – return good for bad. If someone does you wrong, fight back by going out of your way to something good for someone else in return. If someone deserves a break, be their break. If they’ve been waiting, crash through the door. Do something unique, unexpected and wonderful for someone who deserves it, without provocation or being prompted. If you sow good, you will reap a harvest of good. If you set an example by helping, complimenting or being interested, that person will do the same for someone else and start a chain reaction. Do it for enough people and suddenly you have a storm.

But you are the biggest winner because it all comes back to you, and keeps you in a positive frame of mind. When everyone knows each other, you can see the effects of your faith, your words and your heart on the people around you. They all start to pick up on it and encourage each other through a new atmosphere of hope and enthusiasm. All that’s needed is someone to kick it off. People are moved by the smallest of things because we live in a very harsh and critical world where even the tiniest of emotional charity is a flood in a desert where everyone presumes everyone else gets all the comfort they need, when in fact they get nothing at all.

You need to make effort with your conversations and what you give. Always find something to love about something and catch them doing something right so you can praise them and encourage them. Tell them why they are special and who you believe they can be as no-one arrives in their final successful form all packaged up for you to admire. We’re always growing and that person you doubt could very well be the incredible hero you want – but maybe will never get there without that time they remember you took to tell them, praise them and encourage them to be it. Without it, they may never have had the push they needed. You may be the key to someone’s destiny and excellence actually taking place.

It costs you nothing and doesn’t take any time. There’s no reason not to do it. If you want to be loved, you have to love. If you want praise, praise someone so they can praise you back. If you want to feel special, make someone else feel special. If you want to be encouraged, encourage someone. Choose the right people to lavish your love, kindness, generosity and admiration on – someone who is pure-hearted, warm and helps others unselfishly because they want to see others grow and they have a bigger picture vision of the world they want to live in. Most of our painful experiences because we give our pearls to swine in terrible mistakes of judgement in people’s characters. A thumbfui of discernment is worth a pound of comfort.

One of the most fascinating characters in the Bible is David, the King of Israel, and the Psalmist. Psalms is essentially just a huge volume of beautiful poetry, as the king was many things. David was a weak shepherd boy runt who was chosen by God ahead of every other viable candidate as scripture records the Father claiming he was “a man after mine own heart.” He was exiled for years, stole another man’s wife to became an adulterer, suffered the death of his children and assassination attempts by those close to him, but eventually rose to become the greatest leader the children of Israel ever had.

Of course David is most famed for the incident with Goliath, but as a man he was fascinating. Not only was he a cunning, wise and vicious warrior, he was also a gifted musician, writer and wealthy politician who created a well-loved and respected empire the likes of which had never been seen before. His writings in the Old Testament are essentially him pouring out his heart to the Father at the best and worst moments of his life. What’s most fascinating about him though was his attitude to Goliath. Whilst everyone else was scared stupid and told him to keep quiet, the young shepherd walked out with a few stones in front of thousands of men and defiantly asked “Who is this uncircumcised philistine?” in total contempt. He had no fear. He even brought extra stones to kill Goliath’s brothers with.

That kind of courage is inspirational. Now i’m not saying all of us can be like David, but what he did that day was to breathe a new song into the hearts of those around him with the strength of his conviction and a total reliance on the Father, mentally separated from the fear all around him. God choose and builds leaders, not us, and He always picks the most unusual and unlikely people you would never expect and believe in. Why does He do that? So you know it’s Him. Why doesn’t He show up until the worst circumstances? So you know it’s Him, not just the tide of fortune.

A week ago i realised how far i’d come, truly, for the first time. A few years ago the girl i was with and i lost a child. The circumstances don’t matter, but the effect is the same. When i found out i was going to be a dad, i was overwhelmed and just cried in shame, guilt and despair for hours. All i could keep hearing myself saying was “i don’t deserve to be a dad” and i had no idea why. At some point you are supposed to put the worry away for excitement, but in me it just brought out immense darkness. I guess my dad had imprinted on me that i wasn’t worth anything and i wouldn’t be any good as a dad because i wasn’t good child or man either. I’ve also been very aware for a long time that i am carrying his programming and am terrified of being as thoughtless and absent as he was with me.

Something just clicked. Zair and I were looking through YouTube together for Airwolf videos and clowning around as we always do when i go back and babysit occasionally. I picked him up and put him on my lap as we yaddered together about whether Airwolf was faster than a “shelfbomber” (he refuses to say “Stealthbomber” properly), and i was there holding him, just totally loving him for the amazing little guy he is. Then it hits me. I’m going to be a really good dad. I can do this. Totally out of the blue. I just felt it. I wasn’t teary or anything, just in awe of how easy it was and how natural it felt just to love the little guy there and then.

When i look back to where i was, i can’t believe how far i’ve come. I may not be exactly where i want to be, but i can give thanks that i am not where i used to be. I have the same perspective on 2008 - I have no idea what fucking planet i was on or what was wrong with me in the earlier part of this year, but thank God i’m not there anymore. Never again. I can safely say that the Alex Cameron that entered January will not be the same one leaving in December.

I’ve started to notice a strange phenomenon in those who have been against me too, and angry/critical people in general. They all have something n common that is very interesting – they are all afraid. The chip on their shoulder, their negativity, their bitterness and their motivation and drive to put you down comes from being terrified. Like wounded animals forced into a corner they lash out. The more successful you are, the more scared they become of how crap they look. Everything they do is ruled by “what if” scenarios that run rampant through their hearts and minds. They’ve decided the world is a scary terrible place that they will get hurt in if they step out of the front door without body armour, and fight anyone who threatens them.

When you understand that, it’s not possible to be hurt by rejection or the hurtful things they say and do. They are just ruled by fear and dripping in it. It’s their primary motivation and cancer they are riddled with that gives them orders, causes them to react and punish themselves, ruins their relationships, makes them try to have some kind of impact/importance, and discolours them from making anything of themselves. All of those people who criticise you, reject you, look down on you or actively try to discourage you with their doubt and lack of faith are scared people. Massively frightened inside. Terrified and ready to lash out and put anything good down. All because there is a little kid inside them who is throwing a fit out of feeling like they are going to get hurt or aren’t good enough.

Kings have a special distance; a special wisdom and calm that is above the daily chaos and thinks differently. I lapsed back into my negative critical ways recently and regretted it as it didn’t help that i was right and had proved the rest wrong as most people will stick to their false beliefs out of pure stubbornness and pride. When i changed tack to finding a solution to the argument that satisfied both sides, i realised most people just want to express their feelings on something before they are ready to work on how to solve a problem. But that’s the way you have to be. You have to look at both sides and find a way to build something that respects and empowers both sides. Solomon knew that all too well.

I’m not saying i’m a king, as obviously i’m not. But the thinking is entirely above the usual bullshit and focused on the bigger issues at hand. I’ve noticed more and more people are behaving to me like i am a leader, whether its joking about me being their “boss”, thanking me again and again for even calling them or just coming straight out with their beliefs in me. It’s humbling. You’d think it would be an egomaniac’s dream but the truth is that when you realise there is the hand of someone bigger on your life, you know all too well how very small you are. The more you know, the more you realise you don’t know.

The older you get, the less time you realise you have and also how naive you were to assume you knew so much. Only when you get onto the ground to actually do it rather than theorising about it do you realise what Herculean tasks the very basics are. Many people depend on you – emotionally, materially, spiritually, physically and financially. Your goals change and you have to sacrifice yourself for the good of others because it is the right thing to do. They can’t see you feeling like giving up as they will do the same. Your silence makes them lose heart and faith. Their world changes once you are around in that they feel more confident and safe, even if they can’t describe how or why.

We didn’t produce Jake’s band just to help someone else out; we did it give everyone involved a new sense of hope, inspiration and direction. I don’t write for myself, i write that it may touch someone’s heart somewhere and they pass it on to someone else. We don’t link and patch people in together for money or personal gain, rather that it generates new hope and connections for everyone as we all reach out together. Everything we do affects someone else somehow and can find its way around the world in a second if we just take a few minutes out to step out from the normal everyday dreary world and make some kind of a difference in someone else’s life, no matter how small, as there are no small things.

If there is a king in me, he showed himself this year in the midst of chaos and adversity. I’ve learnt that its only those times when we can reach the greatest parts of ourselves as its when they are most needed. Adversity produces character and draws out strength. Criticism and rejection bring out persistence. Dark times draw out empathy, needs and humility. Harshness draws out compassion. Anger draws out change, bitterness draws our forgiveness. All these things that we see as destructive actually are the catalysts and drivers for the good things we need to practice and revel in. They are triggers and natural mechanisms that are essential if we are to grow as human beings.

You may be going through a lot right now, but ask yourself what is happening. Are your circumstances drawing out something new in you? Something good? If they are, why are you fighting it when it’s good news? Why are you resenting it? Would those things arrive when everything was going smoothly and you were lying on the couch? If the bad things are causing you to do good, or you are choosing to do good in response, is it suffering anymore, or is it salvation? Goodbye money-obsession with the credit crunch, and hello again to the things that actually matter.

When things are darkest is when you are most likely to notice beauty; the contrast is at its strongest. Artists make their best works when strained and affected by their situation. You may be in your very finest hour and not know it. You may be someone’s hidden saviour and have done something for them that you will never know caused the massive chain reaction that changed theirs and others’ worlds. You can’t afford to neglect anything or let any of it pass you by. You have to recognise the moment and act, because you’re not here to look on at the amusement arcade whilst the world rides on the attractions. You have to design the arcade, and make decisions about how you enjoy the ride.

A king knows his people, and suffers with them. Heroes are born in tragedies. The least likely people can be the most important and consequential. There is a king and queen in us all just waiting to be enthroned so we can inspire others to do the same. But no-one of any note or prominence had a cosy life as their life was designed to train them for what they would encounter later. Everything in your life was put there deliberately in order to train and promote you to who you will need to be at the times in the future where someone needs you to step out and lead them through the darkness into a new world where what was impossible is suddenly possible. Don’t resent your past when it was deliberately there to make you into the right person you need to be. No king or queen was born that way. They had to learn the role and be carved out of the rock to find the diamond inside.

The wise will understand what i mean when i saw that where there is a king, there will be his queen. And as i said to Persia, only the heart of a queen can know the voice of a king.

Start the fires let the world know their invited
I won’t fight it I will never be defeated
Tell the liars They will never be believers
I won’t fight it I will never be defeated

Kalifornia” by The Subways