It’s cold, f-king cold and I don’t ever remember the evenings getting so
dark so early. Bright pink finger syndrome in the mornings before I go in
to my work. Winter has come in seemingly like a sledge hammer blow to the
face, it’s time to mummify ourselves inside hats, coats and scarfs.
We’ve been doing lots of recording recently, it’s strange to remember back to two months ago when there was about 7 of us sitting in the hot control room with window open and fan blowing while we sweat to our pits, thanks to all the gear radiating heat at 100 degrees Celsius. It seems like there’s just not enough time to get everything done when it needs to
be done in about an eighth of the time. But you know if there were more hours in the day you’d fill them with stuff you didn’t want to do, a catch 22. Still, hopefully we’ll get some demos finished very soon and available for download now that the harvest is over…
Someone Else, Long Distance and Sympathy are our newest three songs which you may have seen us play recently on our tiny tour string of 4 dates last weekend. Someone Else is probably one of the lighter songs we have at the moment with duel drumming by AK and Birdy while Long Distance and Sympathy are a bit rockier.
Of the four shows we played three were with a band called Tripwires from Reading. A nice bunch of lads with some wicked songs, I hadn’t seen them prior to us playing together but wished that we could have played a few more together as I was quite getting in to them. Hopefully we’ll do some more together soon. Last Thursday we played Salisbury Alehouse, and then the Bristol Louisiana on Friday of which we finally discovered the backstage area which we never knew existed before(!?). I must be getting stronger beyond control as at the end of our set I managed to snap the mic stand in two with my bare hands. I don’t remember getting on it much that night but the next day we all felt like shit and all tired out. Probably some higher power telling us ‘you should have not stopped touring!’ After the show we decided that at 12am when Bow’s Bday would start we would all take our tops off in respect to our hot driving tours in Spain. 12am hits on the motorway and shortly after we head into a service station. Do we put our tops back on? That’s not how we roll. The look on most people’s faces at 7 of us lined up next to each other in front of the urinals with no t-shirt on and walking around the services when it was icy freezing outside was worth it.
Anyway the Saturday was Bowman’s 21st birthday and for which Lauren at the George where we were to be playing that night tricked the venue all out with balloons. Amongst Bow’s presents was a Boss Space Echo effects pedal which actually puts him at a disadvantage as he now needs to shell out £100 for a big enough pedal board to fit them all on. Ah, looking back to the days when all he had was a tuner. How times have changed. Soon we’ll have to buy some extra stage to take with us on tour to be able to use all our gear at shows. The George show as always was wicked with a great turnout and a whole crowd rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’ for ‘Bowlash. We’d been looking forward to playing it all year and it didn’t disappoint, thanks to everyone who came out and made it so. After the show we went out in Andover to some of the shite ‘clubs’. Somehow a maraca managed to get into circulation, no-one knows how but I think it was being shaken on the dance floor all night, passed between us when someone got arm ache. There was also a plastic machine gun with sound effects at one point. At some stage of the night I was wasted and trying to speak Spanish and German to a Brazilian who spoke Portuguese. Obviously the maraca was still going at this point…
Next after that was a gig in Downend near Bristol. The backstage of this was actually a skittle alley, and after the majority of us playing a nice harmless game for a few minutes Bowman and Ruggers get so narked with the noise that Bow steals all the bowling balls and takes them up the other end, squatting down on top of them so we can’t play anymore. Spoil our fun. We then decide to make a racket by chucking a tom hard case around the alley until Bowman gives in. After the show I had the worst ever chicken chow mein, it looked like early learning centre food, a bit too high contrast and slippery.
At the moment we’re thinking about single two and are really eager to put it out as soon as we can. It’s unconfirmed yet as to what song it will be though. We’re trying to do as much recording as possible and we’re managing to swear in everyday conversation more and more, using the F word as an adjective for the same word. I blame it on the farmers.
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