The puppet thing is almost done, just so you know. Hopefully the grace and beauty inherent in true destruction will shine out above the mangled car crash of media, so it'll actually be something enjoyable. That'd be nice.
'OK, you've mentioned these puppets several times now, but we still don't know what in the heck is going on with them and we've got enough to think about as it is. Can't you just tell us what's going on, if only for the sake of the moonlit night, whose sweet cerebral pageantry we daily entreat to envelope and discard our waking worry, but, without puppety explaination, rests dolefully upon its ancient haunches, never finding calm and still sea of mind on which to skim its precious stones?'
No.
Right, so, yesterday we spent the day working on NEW SONGS. That's good, ain't it? We took the big 'live room' at Brighton Electric practice studios, and filled the thing with brand spanking new big glorious sidechain compressory catchy beaty melodious symphonionicity. Refreshing. I played the egg-shaker, for a bit.
Our manager, Ciara, was doing a 'meetings in Lundun' yesterday, whatever that means, and apparently there's loads of stuff to talk about now concerning 'the band's future', whatever that means.
I'm not sure what everyone else is hoping for, but so long as we concentrate on puppet shows and light percussion, I think we'll be alright. Play to your strengths, I always say, in self-reflexive reference to my skills at spouting hogwash.
It's friday (it's imperative that you get down on friday), so whatever you're up to (blocking out all natural light and repeatedly refreshing the Phoria facebook feed, I assume), do have fun, and remember, you don't have to click refresh - just hit F5 (which stands for FUN 5). You're welcome.
Tim
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