Yesterday, sat here, in the exact same spot I’m sat in now, I wrote the first Phoria blog post I’d written in nearly eighteen months. The last blog post was published on 25th July 2017.
It wasn’t an easy thing to try and write. I flipped between truth and lies, between silliness and sincerity, between going into everything as an act of defiance against common sense and going into nothing as an act of defiance against myself. Could I craft a balanced approach, perhaps? Well, what’s the point in that?
Sorry, I’m being dreadfully rude.
How are you?
We do care, you know.
So the second album is underway. It has been for a long time. You’d be sick to know the amount of music we’ve either thrown away or put in a cupboard. It’s all there. I have no idea how much of it you’ll ever hear. We did those two songs Rrotor and When Everything was Mine. Thank you all so much for your support on those. Especially in odd times it’s good to know people are still out there, enthusiastic about enjoying what we do. If you haven’t heard them yet – get on Spotify (or whatever music service you use), and check them out.
We’re on the road in November. Germany, Switzerland, and then London and Bristol. Check the dates and the tickets on www.phoriamusic.com. We’re out mainly to escape the studio for a bit – feel the wind in our hair (…) and have some fun. We’d love for you to join us, or get your friends out if they’re in or near any of those cities. We’re told we put on a good show.
So it’s Sunday, the world is in turmoil, the psychology of young people is as twisted as a marshmallow stuck in the gears of a revolving restaurant, and it’s impossible to do anything without the putrid stink of electronic analysis hanging in the atmosphere.
What are you going to do? Drink too much coffee and watch five series of King of The Hill back-to-back?
You’re damn right you are, you little fluff-basket.
Go on. Away with you.
We’ll be more, in time.
Until then…
Have fun.
Tim
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