Woah and Hello There!
I wasn’t really expecting to start writing a blog tonight. I just got back from the pub where I watched some football and drank a pint of Guinness and a single whisky (Dalwhinnie, no ice) and realised that no-one else was likely to get on the case tonight. So here I am, on the case, like Dick Turpin himself.
We have been up to things. Yep. We have. I shall start with last Friday:
On Friday last we played a cheeky warm-up gig at Water Rats, Kings Cross, in preparation for the White Lies tour that we keep banging on about. This was fun but also stressful, as we have lots of new gizmo’s that we hadn’t tried out live yet and new songs that we were still scared of. All the gizmo’s seemed to work though, so that’s good. Also playing were a band called Cheka, who we didn’t see but sounded cool in soundcheck, so I wanted to give them some respect in these here hallowed pages.
After said gig we went to Metronomy‘s album launch party in Stoke Newington, which was cool and full of celebs including Franz Ferdinand, which was quite weird. Metronomy are fantastic as I’m sure we have enthused before, but if you haven’t yet, check ’em out.
We spent Saturday wallowing in hungover shame, knowing full well we had important things to do, but that’s life. Saturday night a couple of us went to Ban Jam, which is at the San Moritz club on Wardour Street and is a favourite haunt of ours. I drank some red wine and tried mixing it with Red-Bull, which is surprisingly palatable. Try it. Also Sarah Grace Saville Watson drew a seahorse called Pete on my arm:
Since then we have been rehearsing like Thespians, reciting lines over and over again until we get them right, which hopefully we can now do. Today I broke FOUR drumsticks, which I’m quite happy about because it’s a personal record. Me and Henry are a bit ill but hopefully we’ll be better by Saturday when we go to Liverpool to play for Wave Machines, who we love a bit. I bought some Beechams especially.
I’m currently listening to Laurel Collective‘s album “Feel Good Hits for a Nuclear Winter”, which is fantastic. I suggest you go and see these guys strut their funky stuff AND buy the album simultaneously, just to make life more interesting. We need more multi-tasking.
So tomorrow will be our last day in the studio before we go off on the road, and an exciting day it is too, because we have to pack your bags and say goodbye to our loved ones, including Tigerhouse the giant African snail and Tarquin the gerbil. It’s quite cool though actually cos we’ll be going back to the Spa at points and get to spend some time with our folks, who are great and cook us food and stuff (I’ve gone down a jeans size in the last month because I can’t afford to eat).
I hope you will be able to come and see us on one of the dates of our tour, it would be nice to shake you by the face and kiss you tenderly on the hand. Come and say “Hi!”, we don’t bite – to use an expression that teachers used to annoy me with.
In the meantime, take care and that.