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the second greatest blog of all time. It takes me back to those heady days of yore, except in my day, we didn’t have the x box. Throwing a hammer at at rat was as good as it got.
A festival that never happened, as it happened.
Best Paddy’s Day ever.
A nice stroll in the park before soundcheck
We were apprehensive about this, given our previous excursions. We wondered were we simply good enough to do this at all. After all the pain and disappointment of before, we wondered whether or not we in fact wanted to do this. But we did, and once Ronaldo scored that peno we thought, fuck it, here we go again. But we didn’t go again, not into that bleak dark hole of acceptance, like most who travail on the Old Trafford turf. It’s was a glorious concoction, and one that set up the day rather beautifully.
As Liverpool are twatting United, Rovers have a stadium, we’re in the midst of a recession and numpties with salted peanuts for brains are shooting soldiers in “Ulster”, we’ve clearly gone back to the 1980’s, so bearing that in mind, we now sport 4 keyboards on stage. Next it’ll be neon and leg warmers, and one hopes, emigration. Our set tonight was mostly new stuff, out of necessity, out of self preservation. We got a very positive reaction, which helps us as we meander forward. We’re operating as a seven piece now, deciding not to replace our two recently departed comrades. (Mick and Jurgen). So no more classical music. And no more leather pants. It’s like that bit in Spinal Tap where David, heavily sedated, says to Marty “You know how many people have been in this band over the years? 37 people”. Well, not bad, but not a patch on reality. I hope we’re done with that now, but i think it says something that 5 of us were in Das Madman together, last millennium, and here we still are, banging our heads. Off the wall. The same wall.
Anyway, this gig wasn’t about us, although it was good to be playing again, and even better to be doing so in fromt of a packed house, this was about trying to do something to help Road Records, which i hope we have done. All of us, that is. And now we can go and amuse ourselves by working out why it all went wrong in the first place.
flaming gig tomorrow, where we’ll be different. Different to what, you ask. Well, just different. We’ve decided to change direction. To backward. You’ll see, you’ll all see.
meanwhile, we’ll do all we can to rescue Choice Records.
Apparently we get money when people watch our muzu stuff. So get bleeding watching. The experience will be made exponentially easier once i figger out how to embed the motherfucking muzu player on this cocknocking blog.
The Jimmy Cake TV on MUZU.
Congratulations to Richie, and my old band* Jape, for winning some gong.
*milkin that one, oh yeah. In your face, jc.
