Dear Great Fans,
We are very sorry for cancelling our recent gigs. We like to play gigs - spending all day hanging around in a bar; fighting off hoards of screaming fans; setting up the live feed to the secret govt. base on Titan (whoops!) - and love meeting people who enjoy our music, so cancelling any gig is always seen as a big bum of pain splitting the canvas seat on the director's chair of joy. It was Trewin's throat, you see. He takes care of himself, but there's been yet another round of G.I. Influenza (or some other little viral spiral) worming its way into each member of the band through orifices unkempt. He's almost fully recovered now, I think. His voice has returned, anyway. Oh good.
So we've been doing...stuff. All kinds of stuff. New stuff. Interviews! Promotional mixes! Scrawling 'Phuria ar gr8' on toilet walls! Setting up a giant mirrored 'P' on the pebbles of Brighton beach, hoping to catch enough moonlight to beam it against darkened clouds in the hope that such a sight might spark some youngster's innate curiosity to type 'P' into any given Internet Googling Field and thence discover the 'P' that rests at the start of our band name (Phoria). The 'P' is all we could afford once Seryn took most of our mirror budget. He must take a long, hard look at himself.
We are sorry for cancelling our gigs this week and will come back to play gigs and play them better than if we hadn't cancelled the gigs.
Bloodworks. Don't forget your pre-orders via iTunes, even if you've listened to the whole stream online. You want to own it, right? Right.
Thanks for all your support on that front, by the way. We really appreciate it. The Red remixes are still coming in, and the track has reached 100,000 listens in less than a month. That's some good fanning, Great Fans.
As always, there's loads more in my pipeline, but it's all bunged up, so that's your lot for now.
Soon: more.
Regards,
Timothy Frederick D-lo.
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