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Um.... it wasn't me.
[w/ The Tycho Brahe]
Sirs,
Two months without a gig, for the love of god, what were we doing?
Well, we had this talk, and decided it would be best to release another record. Why? Just cause it’s nice to have records, isn’t it? Isn’t it? And then we’ll have had more than the La’s. So in the meantime, we endeavour to rehearse, more than once (I know, slow down), AND repair to the studio for the recording, with Gareth at the helm a-once more. Two days, three songs later… you should have seen us. Superlady done in one take, just cause it had to be, Christmas on Easter island, done so often I forgot how to play it. But we’re pro’s. During this time, we also did a show on Blanch radio that was, good Jesus, what were we thinking, and good jesus, can we please have that time back. Some where there’s a tape of it. Also, we took time out from our busy schedule to take in Norway’s Jega Jazzist and steal their ideas.
So we get to work on our stage. First we set up risers at the back for the Horns, Jurgen and Dee’s percussion. That means we have the front of the stage for us axemasters, like it should be. With John to one side and Paul to the other, Vince, Simon and I inhabit our own little mosh pit.
The Tycho Brahe support. Then us, and we do Christmas on Easter island first and boy do we do it well. Kris is on the lights so the whole thing is coming together quite nicely, and the place looks full, and there’s everyone’s parents so no smoking on stage for you know who, and onto Superlady, where I collapse on the ground, and well, fuck that, the new stage, the sound, this is the life. If only, if only.
The sun trickles in as we sneak ourselves out, pale and refreshed.
