Spring has sprung here in south east London, but it’s still been a bit of a depressing week – incompetant landlords and illness have added to the psychological fallout from the stolen or reliquished means of transport which I lost in February. Work is slow and difficult. But I was cheered greatly by a recent interlude with Sam “Sam Taplin” Taplin, who came bearing a fart soundboard and left behind him a living room floor invisible under the completed crosswords and Saturday fashion supplements.
I’m also excited to have a ticket for the Jeff Mangum concern at the Union Chapel this Tuesday. Mangum, of course, is a great influence on me as well as somebody who almost never performs live. I’m genuinely not sure what to expect – it could quite easily be either the Gig Of My Life or the biggest let-down so far! But I’ll keep you posted.
The Swindler and I have finessed quite a few ideas in the direction of our upcoming recording session, and we’re also working on a video edit of the Shrove material which will turn out (one day) to be extremely excellent! More updates as we get them.