April 12, 2008
April 06, 2008
Given To Fly
I'm the one coming back for you,
When you fall behind
And I will always shine for you,
When there's no light to find.
So, don't turn away, no, don't ever turn away,
I'm always by your side,
Let's leave this place, ah now, let's leave this place,
For where chains will never bind.
Brave the fire, we're alive
Never to burn, only to fly
Here's to never giving up so don't give up on me,
Follow me to where I stand,
No more words now, let's go home,
I think that you can understand.
Brave the fire, we're alive
Never to burn, only to fly
Brave the fire, we're alive
Never to burn, only to fly
The skies may change, but we remain,
Once we were here and we will be again.
This is a track of mine that I came up with the concept of in about October/November time. It started with a pretty nice folk rhythm and a riff that followed it in D minor, a chord I can't escape no matter what the fuck I write. The weird thing about it was that it's one of those that you don't really have to really try. It's like it wants to be written so you just breathe life into it and BAM! you've got something that's come directly from your solar plexus (that bit just at the bottom of your ribcage where you feel those big, heavy emotions).
The lyrics followed on nicely, at the exact right point and place in time. I'd recently met a confidante, someone I had a lot in common with and it was weird that after 5 years of feeling the way I did, my subconscious SOS that I'd been sending out all that time got heard by someone on the exact same frequency of reality. It was also pretty neat to have something flow that wasn't the usual right-wing political folk I'm rather apt at or other such "angry" material. I was standing on the other side of where I'd been before when I wrote it. "Given To Fly" is a general working title...
The recording process was brilliant. We kept it nice and raw - like folk-rock should be. We started with acoustic guitars, generally making up the structure as we went along; there's some brilliant studio banter between me and Becca from the live room which I'm sure either Emili or Dan probably have a copy of somewhere. Drums came next and Auver put down such a brilliant drum track, this amazing shuffling rhythm with hot rods - something the guy deserves a lot of cred for, considering there are a few shaky points from the guitars (done in one take!) - kudos to you, Auvs!
Put down a basic folk-rock bassline, going between tonic and fifths, boosting the rhythmic importance, followed by some dodgy improvised mandolin. Not long after that Becca put some vocals down - absolutely gorgeous vocal texture, watch out for this one before she's too famous to speak to any of us :-)
We still have to add the piano to it but I am very happy with the progress. It started folk and has wound up amazingly country, but I cannot enthuse how awesome it is working with Becca, Auver, Emili and Dan. Pretty crazy, especially with the drama lot running past, screaming every few minutes, but awesome. The in-between pub trips and theory-skiving also rocked!!
I think it's going to be on an EP thingy. A couple of tracks from Becca, Auver and me - we can't think of a band/project name but Da Capo is one that's been kicked about like an old muddy leathery football.
The credits and production notes for it should look something like this.
Da Capo - Given To Fly
Music & Lyrics - Bev M
Vocals - Becca LJ & Bev M
Guitars - Bev M & Becca LJ
Bass - Bev M
Piano - Auver G
Drums - Auver G
Production/Recording/Mixing/Reallyconfusingtechshit - Dan M & Emili B
Photography - Emili B (couldn't ask for anyone better! Em is truly a legend and all out incredible with a camera.)
March 30, 2008
A Request To The Male Half Of The Species
- Chivalry is lovely, but please don't make us feel invalid and incapable.
- Telling tragic stories about your ex doesn't really work as far as romanticising goes, nor will it get much sympathy.
- Texting/phoning at 2am while in a drunken stupor to declare your undying love is not cool. I like sleep.
- Pretending to have a really quite serious disorder and creating an elaborate scenario around it takes the piss.
- Continually putting a stream of kisses at the end of texts is also not cool, especially when you don't get any back in the reply and you persist in doing so.
- Texting/MSNing/other messaging every day to ask when I'll go down the pub with you or out is also a pain, borderline harassment.
- Getting involved in situations that you have no clue as to what's going on at all in an attempt to be all manly is also pretty sucky. I am not incapable as to deal with my own problems and could really do without you weighing in at the 11th hour believing you fully comprehend the situation.
- Texting to declare me a "fucking whore" is also not really the best way to go about winning me over. This is also an impossible statement ;-)
- Asking if I'm gay and then revealing that you and your metalhead buddies had bets on me being so all of last year is, well, unique to know, but doesn't score anything when you ask me out after laughing about this.
- Using your friends to guilt-trip me is also no way to go.
- Asking why I won't go out with you after all of this endless pestering and childishness is another few points in the minus degrees.
The request? Those two lovely words, one being "off". You men are a wee bit clueless sometimes.
Depeche Mode - Enjoy The Silence - "Words like violence, break the silence and come crashing in, into my little world."
March 23, 2008
Feel Berlin
Friday was a good day, bar the problem of the lion (Latin word for lion, look it up).
The car journey down to So'ton was bad. The problemlion boasted/bragged pretty much all the way down, even my parent was quite disgusted. "I can do this... I can do that... my score on...". Over the years, Problemlion still has no idea that he is bitched about constantly and hated by quite plausibly everyone in the general Andover populace and beyond and has been for... years.
Me being me and being pretty gutless, an all out chicken and walk-overable, for some obsolete reason stuck with this self-absorbed, insensitive bastard for a few years.
My greatest mistake was trying to help him, one day in 2006 and if I could do anything to change that choice, I'd do it. It has to be understood here that I am not a person of hate, rage or anger. I am a pacifist, who until recent years have never truly 'hated' anyone. How could anyone be that self-obsessed, convinced that they know everything about a subject that they happen to waltz into, really hurt people, walk around with a holier-than-thou attitude, think that they have a host of talents without even trying, declare they have depression/MPD and seek attention in stupid ways and too much more to list without realising how hated they are?
I've done enough for the Problemlion, ruined a lot for the sake of his pettyness and stupidness, lost a lot for the sake of him and his little pop-punk/emo fag crusades.
The MPD incident was the last straw along with the constant bragging about his "relationship" with a friend.
How many people around him have apparently killed themselves or died tragically? Must be about 20 last count. That's either attention-seeking bollocks or he's driving them to it.
He keeps saying he's in a band, wants to start a band, gets frustrated when I won't join his band. This is because he can't play drums, he can't sing and has never really had any inclination to learn or recognise that learning and getting to gigging stage takes a long while, a lot of work, a lot of musicianship (which he has never shown any degree of - ever) and actually getting a job helps.
Live under your rich 'rents by all means, but understand that things aren't always going to be handed to you on a plate. Being on the reserved list for the trolley boy position at ASDA doesn't count as a job that pays money. Doing "roady duty" for a band - actually I rephrase that - it isn't roady duty, it's standing around doing little except ass-kissing the band - "Look at my new photoshop creation - it's got you in it!" or "My band could support yours when we get going" or some other stupid whiny thing I'd expect my 3 year old cousin to come up with in need of attention or recognition of a newly acquired skill - and that's an insult to my three year old cousin.
Another point with actual work is that you generally have to work, something you have no concept of whatsoever. Go cry because you're only allowed a Porsche and not a Ferrari or something. Go and scratch your arms to make it seem like you need help. You ruined one second too many on Friday, chuck.
The MPD incident conversation in full. Unedited with comments in red.
Problemlion: Bev, listen to me well and do -not- repeat ANY of this to anyone... okay?
My bullshit radar overloaded and broke.
Stitch: ok
Problemlion: I've got Mutliple Personality Disorder, and i'm fucking shitting myself
Stitch: definite?
Problemlion: GP comfirmed it this morning
Stitch: cripes
Stitch: they give you meds?
Problemlion: yeah, and a shrink
Problemlion: Parents ain't ever going to know, so if at any point they ask about something, i'm with you. Seriously Bev, i -need- your help
Stitch: what meds? things could depend on what tehy give you
Problemlion: I just take em
Stitch: which ones?
Problemlion: brb, gonna go get them
Problemlion: gave me anti-depressates
Problemlion: depressants*
Stitch: name?
Stitch: name on box?
Problemlion: lithium
Problemlion: That mean anything to ya bev? Cause it don't ta me
Already suspicious, the fact that he had MPD would mean that no matter what his age his parents would've been notified and the lack of interest in the medication you're placed on is slightly worrying.
Stitch: which company? some companies do things slightly different
Problemlion: Just says Lithium hun
Problemlion: Pills are White and Circlar if that helps
Stitch: you got a pic at all? im wondering what the mg is
The mg stats by law are always on the outside of the box and usually in big unmissable numbers.
Problemlion: Nah, i'm gonna put them away again Bev... Really worried parents are gonna walk in
Stitch: ok
Problemlion: Seriously Bev, i don't know wtf to do... my GP gave me this shit... i've take my dose for the day... yet... i'm just praying to god she got it wrong
Cry for attention, chuck.
Stitch: what's the mg on the box?
Problemlion: I've put it back now Bev
Stitch: k
Problemlion: Did you want to know the brand Bev?
Problemlion: Does Camcolit mean the brand?
Camcolit is an American brand of lithium, unavailable in this country.
Problemlion: Bev,... I'm gonna go.. I'm feeling a bit wierd right now
That probably meant, "gee, I'm going to leave this conversation because I haven't researched this big attention-digging lie enough and I'm gonna get caught."
Stitch: ok
Stitch: I think you're on the wrong meds though
Ooze the sarcasm.
Problemlion: I'll talk to my GP in the morning
Problemlion: Fuck.... i'm shaking
Stitch: Lithium isn't an anti-depressant, just anti-manic.
Stitch: Wrong meds completely.
Problemlion: :S
Problemlion: Fucking hope there isn't any side-effects is badly taken
Problemlion: okay....
Problemlion: see ya
Stitch: ciao
The next day
Problemlion: Y aget my message bev?
Stitch: nope?
Problemlion: Doc got it wrong!
Stitch: yeah?
Oh, yay. Yippee. Which medical centre/doctor did you say you were with?
Problemlion: Some-one reviewed my case and just thought it was stress
Problemlion: third doc gave an opinion and agreed with the second
There is no way in hell a diagnosis would've been reached that quick anyway, let alone being put on medication and to get a fully-surveyed second and third opinion... that's a couple of months, not 13 and a half hours.
Stitch: well that's cool
Stitch: relief hmm?
Problemlion: Not kidding!
Stitch: well, it's good to know you don't have it
Problemlion: Yeah, i feel a lot better
Stitch: I was surprised though...
Problemlion: at what?
Stitch: MPD's weird
Problemlion: Weird?
Stitch: yeah
Stitch: my friend who has it doesn't remember their alter egos or conversations their alter egos have.
A known fact with MPD. I have no friend with MPD and sincerely hope I never do.
Stitch: t'was frightening
Guilt-trip a little.
If you know who I'm on about, I am no longer talking to him. Tell him I have cast all ties etc, tell him I've done a runner with a Spanish lover - if it's creative, all the better, be my guest.
The car journey down to So'ton was bad. The problemlion boasted/bragged pretty much all the way down, even my parent was quite disgusted. "I can do this... I can do that... my score on...". Over the years, Problemlion still has no idea that he is bitched about constantly and hated by quite plausibly everyone in the general Andover populace and beyond and has been for... years.
Me being me and being pretty gutless, an all out chicken and walk-overable, for some obsolete reason stuck with this self-absorbed, insensitive bastard for a few years.
My greatest mistake was trying to help him, one day in 2006 and if I could do anything to change that choice, I'd do it. It has to be understood here that I am not a person of hate, rage or anger. I am a pacifist, who until recent years have never truly 'hated' anyone. How could anyone be that self-obsessed, convinced that they know everything about a subject that they happen to waltz into, really hurt people, walk around with a holier-than-thou attitude, think that they have a host of talents without even trying, declare they have depression/MPD and seek attention in stupid ways and too much more to list without realising how hated they are?
I've done enough for the Problemlion, ruined a lot for the sake of his pettyness and stupidness, lost a lot for the sake of him and his little pop-punk/emo fag crusades.
The MPD incident was the last straw along with the constant bragging about his "relationship" with a friend.
How many people around him have apparently killed themselves or died tragically? Must be about 20 last count. That's either attention-seeking bollocks or he's driving them to it.
He keeps saying he's in a band, wants to start a band, gets frustrated when I won't join his band. This is because he can't play drums, he can't sing and has never really had any inclination to learn or recognise that learning and getting to gigging stage takes a long while, a lot of work, a lot of musicianship (which he has never shown any degree of - ever) and actually getting a job helps.
Live under your rich 'rents by all means, but understand that things aren't always going to be handed to you on a plate. Being on the reserved list for the trolley boy position at ASDA doesn't count as a job that pays money. Doing "roady duty" for a band - actually I rephrase that - it isn't roady duty, it's standing around doing little except ass-kissing the band - "Look at my new photoshop creation - it's got you in it!" or "My band could support yours when we get going" or some other stupid whiny thing I'd expect my 3 year old cousin to come up with in need of attention or recognition of a newly acquired skill - and that's an insult to my three year old cousin.
Another point with actual work is that you generally have to work, something you have no concept of whatsoever. Go cry because you're only allowed a Porsche and not a Ferrari or something. Go and scratch your arms to make it seem like you need help. You ruined one second too many on Friday, chuck.
The MPD incident conversation in full. Unedited with comments in red.
Problemlion: Bev, listen to me well and do -not- repeat ANY of this to anyone... okay?
My bullshit radar overloaded and broke.
Stitch: ok
Problemlion: I've got Mutliple Personality Disorder, and i'm fucking shitting myself
Stitch: definite?
Problemlion: GP comfirmed it this morning
Stitch: cripes
Stitch: they give you meds?
Problemlion: yeah, and a shrink
Problemlion: Parents ain't ever going to know, so if at any point they ask about something, i'm with you. Seriously Bev, i -need- your help
Stitch: what meds? things could depend on what tehy give you
Problemlion: I just take em
Stitch: which ones?
Problemlion: brb, gonna go get them
Problemlion: gave me anti-depressates
Problemlion: depressants*
Stitch: name?
Stitch: name on box?
Problemlion: lithium
Problemlion: That mean anything to ya bev? Cause it don't ta me
Already suspicious, the fact that he had MPD would mean that no matter what his age his parents would've been notified and the lack of interest in the medication you're placed on is slightly worrying.
Stitch: which company? some companies do things slightly different
Problemlion: Just says Lithium hun
Problemlion: Pills are White and Circlar if that helps
Stitch: you got a pic at all? im wondering what the mg is
The mg stats by law are always on the outside of the box and usually in big unmissable numbers.
Problemlion: Nah, i'm gonna put them away again Bev... Really worried parents are gonna walk in
Stitch: ok
Problemlion: Seriously Bev, i don't know wtf to do... my GP gave me this shit... i've take my dose for the day... yet... i'm just praying to god she got it wrong
Cry for attention, chuck.
Stitch: what's the mg on the box?
Problemlion: I've put it back now Bev
Stitch: k
Problemlion: Did you want to know the brand Bev?
Problemlion: Does Camcolit mean the brand?
Camcolit is an American brand of lithium, unavailable in this country.
Problemlion: Bev,... I'm gonna go.. I'm feeling a bit wierd right now
That probably meant, "gee, I'm going to leave this conversation because I haven't researched this big attention-digging lie enough and I'm gonna get caught."
Stitch: ok
Stitch: I think you're on the wrong meds though
Ooze the sarcasm.
Problemlion: I'll talk to my GP in the morning
Problemlion: Fuck.... i'm shaking
Stitch: Lithium isn't an anti-depressant, just anti-manic.
Stitch: Wrong meds completely.
Problemlion: :S
Problemlion: Fucking hope there isn't any side-effects is badly taken
Problemlion: okay....
Problemlion: see ya
Stitch: ciao
The next day
Problemlion: Y aget my message bev?
Stitch: nope?
Problemlion: Doc got it wrong!
Stitch: yeah?
Oh, yay. Yippee. Which medical centre/doctor did you say you were with?
Problemlion: Some-one reviewed my case and just thought it was stress
Problemlion: third doc gave an opinion and agreed with the second
There is no way in hell a diagnosis would've been reached that quick anyway, let alone being put on medication and to get a fully-surveyed second and third opinion... that's a couple of months, not 13 and a half hours.
Stitch: well that's cool
Stitch: relief hmm?
Problemlion: Not kidding!
Stitch: well, it's good to know you don't have it
Problemlion: Yeah, i feel a lot better
Stitch: I was surprised though...
Problemlion: at what?
Stitch: MPD's weird
Problemlion: Weird?
Stitch: yeah
Stitch: my friend who has it doesn't remember their alter egos or conversations their alter egos have.
A known fact with MPD. I have no friend with MPD and sincerely hope I never do.
Stitch: t'was frightening
Guilt-trip a little.
If you know who I'm on about, I am no longer talking to him. Tell him I have cast all ties etc, tell him I've done a runner with a Spanish lover - if it's creative, all the better, be my guest.
Orgy - Opticon - "Let's fake an answer for the curious, let's fake it all for the fame. They'll think delivering was easy, living the fairytales and the lies... guess what you're out of time."
March 22, 2008
Divenire
I felt alive tonight.
I went and saw a particular band down at the Joiners in Southampton. Put up with a lot, paid a lot to get there.
Arrived in Southampton around 5 and met up with a few people, drank with a few friends.
They played "Goodbye", a song I have waited years to hear live. And just before, someone amazing reached past the people in the row in front and grabbed my hand for a few seconds. Not the Problemlion's, despite all of the things he can do or all of his problems or that he was standing next to me. Not the hand of the other few hundred people there.
Quite possibly the best gig in a very long time, the best day in a very long time.
I went and saw a particular band down at the Joiners in Southampton. Put up with a lot, paid a lot to get there.
Arrived in Southampton around 5 and met up with a few people, drank with a few friends.
They played "Goodbye", a song I have waited years to hear live. And just before, someone amazing reached past the people in the row in front and grabbed my hand for a few seconds. Not the Problemlion's, despite all of the things he can do or all of his problems or that he was standing next to me. Not the hand of the other few hundred people there.
Quite possibly the best gig in a very long time, the best day in a very long time.
Plastic Toys - Goodbye - "I don't have to be afraid anymore."
March 20, 2008
Sirens + Wavelengths
Something of a long day. I don't know how I can clarify quite how I'm feeling. It's a mess, I'm worried and quite tired, and it's laced with a heavy anger.
- I am tired of a certain insensitive bastard who claims to have "Multiple Personality Disorder" only to have such a vast diagnosis, "reassessed" the next day and to be free of it, while pleading with me not to mention it to his parents that he is on some medication, though unable to tell me what the medication is called, what the brand is or how many mg he is on. I am tired of him criticising me and showing off like an 8 year old and also think he needs to wake up and realise that people don't like hearing about him, or how desperate he is to get laid and when he finally does, he says it "upsets" him, for the attention.
- I am waiting to hear from someone who I think the absolute world of, the only person on this planet that I trust and am on the same wavelength with. It's your choice. I am always around and always on your side and some days, there's nothing I wouldn't give to carry it for you. I wish you could see yourself how we see you, an absolute star, who I, and a lot of people need around, because there are not enough good people on this lonely planet.
- Every night I work the DIY store, it's so mind-numbingly boring that I must lose at least 10 IQ points. I lift heavy shit and open cardboard boxes with a plastic safety knife, I deal with smelly old people looking for gardening things and equally smelly fortysomething year old men in the trades. £4.40 an hour.
- I am living on excuses. I'm missing something important. Some kind of focus.
Every passing second seems to rip another little bit of me away, right from the heavydeadweight in my chest - apparently this is normal.
- I am tired of a certain insensitive bastard who claims to have "Multiple Personality Disorder" only to have such a vast diagnosis, "reassessed" the next day and to be free of it, while pleading with me not to mention it to his parents that he is on some medication, though unable to tell me what the medication is called, what the brand is or how many mg he is on. I am tired of him criticising me and showing off like an 8 year old and also think he needs to wake up and realise that people don't like hearing about him, or how desperate he is to get laid and when he finally does, he says it "upsets" him, for the attention.
- I am waiting to hear from someone who I think the absolute world of, the only person on this planet that I trust and am on the same wavelength with. It's your choice. I am always around and always on your side and some days, there's nothing I wouldn't give to carry it for you. I wish you could see yourself how we see you, an absolute star, who I, and a lot of people need around, because there are not enough good people on this lonely planet.
- Every night I work the DIY store, it's so mind-numbingly boring that I must lose at least 10 IQ points. I lift heavy shit and open cardboard boxes with a plastic safety knife, I deal with smelly old people looking for gardening things and equally smelly fortysomething year old men in the trades. £4.40 an hour.
- I am living on excuses. I'm missing something important. Some kind of focus.
Every passing second seems to rip another little bit of me away, right from the heavydeadweight in my chest - apparently this is normal.
Dag Hammarskjold - "Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for."
Joy Division - In A Lonely Place - "Body that curls in and dies, and shares that awful daylight, warm like a dog round your feet, how I wish you were here with me now."
March 06, 2008
The Downward Spiral
I happened to be listening to Nine Inch Nails' "The Downward Spiral" today. The album itself is genius.
Quite genius, not really something I listen to in a bad mood too often, it has a way of getting inside your head. "Curse our chemical imbalances!" as one friend says.
Quite genius, not really something I listen to in a bad mood too often, it has a way of getting inside your head. "Curse our chemical imbalances!" as one friend says.
Nine Inch Nails - Every Day Is Exactly The Same - "I can’t remember how this got started, but I can tell you exactly how it will end".
February 22, 2008
A Disclaimer
I have no overtly fanciful words, no real words of wisdom or knowledge, not even some bizarre mission statement. I have no real observations on anything, just high morals and rather inaccurate opinions.
My entire life story will never be on this blog, just examples.
I'm hoping to do this as honestly as possible so if it offends you, just don't read it.
My entire life story will never be on this blog, just examples.
I'm hoping to do this as honestly as possible so if it offends you, just don't read it.
February 16, 2008
One disposessed voice
Well... not a lot here, I guess. I feel like writing though, without a reason.
I signed 12 weeks of my life away earlier this week, a contract with Homebase... the hourly rate is 4p less than Focus but the people I work with are ok.
The little jam session with my drummer, Tony and his son Dan was good, albeit one slight problem. The other guitarist turned out to be a grade A snob, one of the Rock School/Guitar School stock who get taught a tiny bit of technique or theory and think that this holds them superior above their fellow musicians, certainly bassists and drummers.
Also, music-wise, Pretty Vacant are just sorting the details around a support slot with a really old, but really well-known band that is fairly exciting stuff.
I have a photo of me and two friends that I found again today...
It made me smile - I think this was Christmas '06 - and it was a happy time. I said goodbye to them a little while ago, but the impact they had on who I am is unimaginable. I first met them when I was about 12/13, and my god, I must've driven them up the wall at times. A couple of years passed. They kept me grounded and I love them to bits.
I don't see them around anymore, as a result of my own choices and the need to change. I woke up one day and found that I had no idea who I was anymore and had to leave the same stale routine. I find myself in the present day, feeling more alone than I think I've ever felt. And that's all I can think of to say.
I'm sat around hoping the only person I trust at all on this planet reads this, because they're proving pretty hard to reach. You'll know who you are when you read this because you know exactly what I'm on about. Confidante.
I signed 12 weeks of my life away earlier this week, a contract with Homebase... the hourly rate is 4p less than Focus but the people I work with are ok.
The little jam session with my drummer, Tony and his son Dan was good, albeit one slight problem. The other guitarist turned out to be a grade A snob, one of the Rock School/Guitar School stock who get taught a tiny bit of technique or theory and think that this holds them superior above their fellow musicians, certainly bassists and drummers.
Also, music-wise, Pretty Vacant are just sorting the details around a support slot with a really old, but really well-known band that is fairly exciting stuff.
I have a photo of me and two friends that I found again today...
It made me smile - I think this was Christmas '06 - and it was a happy time. I said goodbye to them a little while ago, but the impact they had on who I am is unimaginable. I first met them when I was about 12/13, and my god, I must've driven them up the wall at times. A couple of years passed. They kept me grounded and I love them to bits.
I don't see them around anymore, as a result of my own choices and the need to change. I woke up one day and found that I had no idea who I was anymore and had to leave the same stale routine. I find myself in the present day, feeling more alone than I think I've ever felt. And that's all I can think of to say.
I'm sat around hoping the only person I trust at all on this planet reads this, because they're proving pretty hard to reach. You'll know who you are when you read this because you know exactly what I'm on about. Confidante.
Orgy - Dissention - "They turn your confidence against you now... let live, let go."
February 04, 2008
Timesick
Went and saw Plastic Toys on Thursday night, damn good gig, worth the pneumonia and being shoved in a bloody great puddle.
I feel the need to whore up the Plastic Toys here, as today is when their debut album is released. I first came across them 3/4 years ago - I was suppposed to be playing a gig but it fell through, so I headed down to the George instead where some bands were playing. I was blown away by this electro-rock band, got a demo CD, got it signed and spent much of the following weeks with it on 'repeat all' mode.
If there is an album to buy, then it's this one, so go order it, the link's on their official site.
The gig last Thursday was a wake-up call - it is everytime I see the 'Toys play. It's refreshing and makes me push myself as a musician and wonder why I haven't yet got on to doing anything original. Ironically, I got a phone call the next day from my drummer. His twenty something son needs a bassist for some original stuff, so hopefully I'll be able to post some news on that come next weekend as to how first rehearsal goes.
I feel the need to whore up the Plastic Toys here, as today is when their debut album is released. I first came across them 3/4 years ago - I was suppposed to be playing a gig but it fell through, so I headed down to the George instead where some bands were playing. I was blown away by this electro-rock band, got a demo CD, got it signed and spent much of the following weeks with it on 'repeat all' mode.
If there is an album to buy, then it's this one, so go order it, the link's on their official site.
The gig last Thursday was a wake-up call - it is everytime I see the 'Toys play. It's refreshing and makes me push myself as a musician and wonder why I haven't yet got on to doing anything original. Ironically, I got a phone call the next day from my drummer. His twenty something son needs a bassist for some original stuff, so hopefully I'll be able to post some news on that come next weekend as to how first rehearsal goes.
Idlewild - You Held The World - "When days never change and it's three years later... how does it feel to be three years late?"
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