A delightful evening/night has been spent by me in the companies of Skipper, Alice and Lizzie. The classic “guitar duel” waged by Skip and I (which soon prompted the ladies to revert into a slumberous state) lasted about thirty years, and of course there was a marked contrast between skip’s fresh new sounds (though he did play some classics this time as well, for which much respect!) and me playing the same shit I always play over and over. This has prompted me to do the first of what will probably be many INTERNET UPDATES on the development of material for my new album, To Infinitives Split.
What do we know about this project? We know that the first track will be ‘Everybody’s Alright’, which has been a favourite at gigs for some time (and which you can hear on the myspace page). Everything else on this record is going to be pretty fresh. The penultimate track, tentatively called ‘Jessie’, will be the only overtly narrative song on the record and will tell the story of a young girl who leaves home to become an explorer. This story will be communicated with the assistance of my new invention, the REMOTE ANTIFOLK GOSPEL CHOIR, which will consist of everyone I know who can sing. We also know that the last track, which is going to be a spiritual sequel to ‘It’s Like being Behind Enemy Lines’, will be a nautical adventure involving hatchets, foam thumbs and perhaps some butlers. Track two is likely to be the still-unnamed song about Tim Burton, and the intermediary tracks (the album will hopefully have 10-12 tracks in total) are determined only very broadly on subject matter and will have to be correlated with an equally undeveloped selection of musical ideas before any songs happen.
So there you go; some cold, hard, facts. Remember as well that there are two other CDs “in prep”: the story of Emilia, and ‘A Day at the Aquarium’ (see this). Now, to sunder the dense wedge of info
As this faithful singer/songwriter enters his twenty-first year, it is surely time to grapple with a few important realisations:
1) Everyone on myspace is in my extended network
2) I’m almost as slow to write songs these days as to update my blog
3) If I don’t get my ass into gear and start making demos I’m going to be too old to be a legitimate rock star
4) Sherlock Holmes is the fucking shit
All hail the Sherlock?!
I apologise for the lack of updates. It’s this terrible heat, captain. Poor souls, to be crammed beneath those fettered decks in weather such as this.
As you may have inferred from my referencing the radio version of “The Gloria Scott”, I have acquired a new anthology of Sherlock Holmes love. This one is a doozy, with many annotations and the origianl
Well, it’s been a loaded week my fine fellows. Cornwall has been camped in, houses have been moved into, and out of, and into again, song ideas have been jotted down, radio 4 has been listened to, DS Lites have been purchased, and played, and I’m amazing. Happy times, expensive times, wagamama times. A waitress there is now almost certainly convinced I’m half of a gay couple, but that doesn’t matter because their chicken itame makes me very very happy inside. Plus I can use it as the basis for some hilarious play in years to come.
Above all, I’m now back in Birmingham, the land of the free… in which place, I very much hope, some fun will be had over the coming months. I bid you all join me if possible (unless you don’t know me; that would be weird).
Well, my car’s been scratched by an ambulance and some jerky hotel has fucked around with Geoff’s card and forced him to cancel it, so what with that and my crucial documents blowing all over Hoopern Street it can afford you guys some little comfort to realise that I am now the proud owner of a Nintendo DS, even if it is being taken back tomorrow because it has a dead pixel, and even if the aforementioned Geoff’s praiseworthy efforts to transform his computer into a wireless access point have proved futile.
I guess you could call it a day of mixed success, but don’t worry, because TETRIS DS IS AMAZING. I wouldn’t lie to you about this.
Photos of the recent gigs with FaceOmeter and Friends are on the way, and many thanks to the large numbers of people who came and showed their support at both ATN and the Summer Ball! Meanwile, however, I’ve got ranting to do…
The woman on the right (whose untanned bosom you can just see leering out of the side of her england shirt there, nice one) is a moderately succesful former pop star who has married a deteriorating inconsistent really quite good footballer. Her job is now simply to exist, in exchange for which large amounts of money are given to her by the discerning public. I don’t necessarily have a problem with any of this, but when ITV decided to do another news spot about the england WAGs (a term shamlessly purloined from cricket, it’s essential to add) they recently described them as a “trivial distraction” from the “serious business of winning the world cup”.
Ahahaha. Okay, I’ll stop you there:
1) “Trivial Distraction” Look! Look! Right there! You actually just admitted that you were devoting four minutes of your half hour news slot to a TRIVIAL DISTRACTION. Is that what news is for? Are you sure? Right then! I don’t care who they’re married to/humping, this is a story about some WOMEN GOING SHOPPING! On PRIMETIME NEWS!
2) “Serious Business” I’m sorry to harp on about this, but we’re really not talking about serious business here, are we? I mean, yes, Sport is great for entertainment blah blah blah, and GOD knows we could all do with a little distraction from, say, the imminent destruction of everything in gaza again, or britain deliberately flying in the face of the international treaty on nuclear arms…. I’m not saying all the news SHOULD be about these things (though I think you could make a reasonable case for it), simply that if you are talking about the wife of a man who plays a game, you should try not to pass it off as “serious”.
3) “Winning the World Cup” England hasn’t won a world cup since 1966. It won’t win this one [edit: it didn’t win this one]. Why must thousands of large drunken men get so excited about the non-existent prospect that they get themselves locked up in germany for gangraping a bunch of argentinians? The Empire is over; is there really that much naivety left on these green shores? Even if there is, why does this form of naivety produce the bursts of apparently unexpected mob violence that England fans are notoriously more susceptable to than anyone else in the world? WHY WHY WHY WHY
Bearing in mind that I got that rant out of half a sentence from the ITV report, I think it best not to proceed with my thoughts on the media coverage of this football tournament generally, but however prudish I fear to seem it’s important, in defeat as well as victory, to keep things in perspective.