We saved Trewin from Apocalypse Now style traffic madness, but will not be playing in Hoxton tonight.
Sorry for the short notice and much love to all!
Tim
We saved Trewin from Apocalypse Now style traffic madness, but will not be playing in Hoxton tonight.
Sorry for the short notice and much love to all!
Tim
As Trewin's birthday was yesterday, the Universe has now seen fit to return his luck to 'default' and put us in a central London traffic jam for two hours and counting. The sat-nav says we are minutes from the gig. We are not minutes from the gig.
Trewin, behind the wheel as usual, has even grown tired of our singing and 'jokes'.
We fear it is not long until a complete implosion.
More news as and when.
See you tonight at The Workshop in Hoxton! Don't get stuck in traffic!
Tim
...we always assumed he was manufactured on the cheap in an old man's basement.
Well, after a confusing (and, frankly, offensive) phone call to the council it turns out we were wrong.
Happy Birthday, Trewin.
To celebrate I'm going to look at a picture of you next to a horse whilst listening to early Jamiroquai.
We're playing in Hoxton tomorrow (31/3/12)! For more details see our facebook or website. We've been practicing hard, and will even be denying Trewin his birthday cake until he plays the whole set perfectly.
I'm joking of course!! The cake is a lie.
Stay safe.
Tim
The band house is often so consumed with such activity as 'toast making' and 'feeding the cat' that I feel grateful to have my own little haven just down the road.
This morning's delicacies, enjoyed over a bowl of smart-price cereal and a cup of tea?
Brother Ali - Shadows on the sun
Kate Bush - The Sensual world
The Mars Volta - Noctourniquet
The last of those was enjoyed in the form of a shining silver wheel once called a 'CD' that is sure to one day confuse the children of the western world.
A portion of the morning was also spent attempting to 'Dubstepify' (you can have that, if you like) the 1994 Pink Floyd track 'What do you want from me?' with dreadful, dreadful consequences.
Maybe it's time to make some toast and feed the cat.
Tim
All milky and lava-lamp-ish the street-lights reflecting on my big red car bonnet as I curl it round at night all sound and echoing engine...