I'm tired. Sleep tonight ( Read more... )

Why do I find christmas so cynicism-inducing? God only knows. Baby Jesus would be spinning in his grave, if he weren't already, at the gross irony and usual bitter commercialism...I promised myself I wouldn't use the 'C' word, but hey, I'm repeating this garbage over again, nothing revelatory, and NO SOLUTION ( Read more... )

When I'm bombed, I stretch like bubblegum ( Read more... )

Recording very slowly continues.... 2 songs of 3 finished, though, which is a positive. Cunieform Searchwarrants has been given the pet name 'The Rotting Carcass of 1986', so there's a clue to what it sounds like. Need to find some time when I can take in the dijeridu as well ( Read more... )

Bit more notice this time, I'm playing Quiggins again on thursday, 9:00pm start (though thats a bit flexible) with a host of other talents from Liverpool and around ( Read more... )

Check out me new layout. I can practically hear you gasp and orgasm from here. 'ooooh, aaaaah, ohhhhh'
Many thanks to Miss Smart Cookie, Esq. Raya for doing it, cos Im poota illiterate.

Brie calls.

Day off tomorrow. Woop de doo. Why don'tcha come with me and bring a pocketful of dreams?
Cos you're all in college. HA.

Lelllloooo ( Read more... )

Heads up guys, I'm opening tomorrow evening at Quiggins (the Brook Cafe), for another band who I don't know... its 9:00, It'll only be about a 20 minute set but its the first thing in months! Beats another thursday night in front of the telly!

I've got it. I know what this work is supposed to be. John Wyndham has long been one of my favourite authors, and these three tunes (Synthetic Red Shift, Cunieform Searchwarrants, and Sunday Afternoon in November) are each about one of his stories ( Read more... )

Im bored ( Read more... )