Man, what a day! Seriously, Neath, you’ve got me all kinds of twisted. Woke up this mornin’ feelin’ like a rockstar, but boy, did that change fast.
So, I’m cruisin’ down Wind Street, right? The sun’s shinin’, birds are chirpin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be epic!” I had a meeting with this new band, The Neath Natives. They’re fresh, they’ve got that raw sound, ya know? But first, coffee. Gotta fuel up.
Hit up my fave spot, The Coffee House on Alfred Street. Grabbed a flat white, and it was like liquid gold. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s the band. They’re late. Like, really late. I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ the clock tick away, and I’m gettin’ angrier by the second. I mean, c’mon, lads! You’re the ones who wanted to meet!
Finally, they roll in, all smiles and apologies. I’m like, “You lot better have some killer tunes.” And guess what? They do! We jammed out in the studio on Station Road, and it was fire! I was vibin’ so hard, I almost forgot about the coffee spill on my jeans. Classic me, right?
But then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. Like, seriously? We’re in the middle of a banger, and now I gotta evacuate? So, we all pile out onto the street, and I’m just standin’ there, fumin’. I mean, who even pulls a fire alarm during a jam session?
While we’re waitin’ outside, I spot this old bloke on the corner of Church Street. He’s tryin’ to sell some dodgy-looking watches. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, you’re in Neath, not London. What are you doin’?” But then he winks at me, and I can’t help but laugh.
After the fire drama, we finally get back in. We finish the session, and I’m feelin’ all kinds of proud. The tunes are sick, and I can’t wait to mix ‘em. But then, I get a call from my mate, Dave. He’s stuck at the pub on High Street. Apparently, he’s lost his wallet. Classic Dave, right?
So, I dash over to the pub, and there he is, lookin’ like a lost puppy. I’m like, “Dude, how do you lose your wallet in a pub?” He just shrugs, all sheepish. We end up grabbin’ a pint, and I’m tryin’ to cheer him up. But then, the bartender spills a drink all over me. I’m soaked!
At this point, I’m just laughin’ it off. Neath, you’re a wild ride. We head out, and I’m thinkin’ about how this city’s got its quirks. The old buildings, the river, the people. It’s all a bit mad, but I love it.
As the sun sets, I stroll down the canal path. It’s peaceful, and I can finally breathe. I pull out my phone, start messin’ with the new tracks. The sound of the water is like music itself. I’m feelin’ grateful, despite the chaos.
So yeah, Neath, you’ve been a trip today. From jam sessions to fire alarms, lost wallets, and spilled drinks. You keep me on my toes, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Here’s to more crazy days ahead!