The week of recording was pretty successful I think, Mick, who was producing us, managed to resist killing us in our sleep, and we are all pleased with the results. On thursday evening me, Ben and Sam and Nadia went to a gig in Canterbury,to see the endearing and amusing Luke Smith, after this we somehow managed to convince Sam and Nad to come to both a late night bar and a club, and then after we left the club Ben and I managed to convince a lovely girl to have a house party, in terms of recording staying out all night and going straight to Mick's without sleeping at all was possibly a little ill-considered, but being supported by my band mates whilst singing did feel quite rock'n'roll.
On saturday we had a lovely bbq on Brighton beach, which lasted many hours, and included annoying other people on the beach by serenading them with bespoke songs on the guitar, which was terminated by Rachel and Kate trapping us in a sleeping bag and dragging us away, the night inevitably ended up with us at my flat dancing like fools to appetite for destruction.
A voice coach taught me to sing he couldn't teach me to love
Well here I am in Faversham Kent, in the process of recording the new album, and by golly it's all going quite well! We've just finished doing all my vocals, and the drums, bass, guitars and keyboard have all been done to. Ben is currently singing about 'tech marines with spanners' and musing on 'where the first milimetre of a tape measure begins' for the song 'games workshop stole my childhood'. We are actually starting to sound like a proper band which is slightly concerning, hopefully something will be done about this in the post production phase! The current working title for the album is 'songs in the key of sarcasm' which I rather like. I've now got a sore throat from trying to sing like Neil Diamond on 'just another day in worthing', possibly our first rock ballad, Foreigner would be proud.
I have all next week off work so that myself and the other lovely brothers can go into the studio for 5 days to record our new album. Given that Welcome to Shoreham was recorded in a day pretty much who knows what will happen with this amount time, will we record our best album yet, or will we over egg the musical pudding producing some self indulgent over produced prog rock epic, either way no one is really going to hear it so I guess it doesn't matter.
We are struggling for a name for the album, 'Wigwam of the Ages' is about as good as we have so far, if any of my 5 readers has a better suggestion lets hear it...
My dancing seems to have come under a certain amount of scrutiny in recent days. The girl responsible for the 'looking 38' comment which resulted in my hair dyeing, commented that my dancing reminded her of dancing with her clients, unfortunately she is a social worker who works with people with severe learning disabilities and uses the medium of dance to calm and placate them. Another referred to me as a 'dance bully' due to my continued attempts to cajole people into joining me on the dance floor. I'd always assumed people respected my dancing, they always back away to leave a space fo me to do my thing, and avert their gaze as if glancing my Swayzesque form might scorch their eyes.
Went to see Art Brut on saturday, their ironic lyrics and delivery remind me a little of the Lovely Brothers, but they have managed to attain that quality of cool that has always alluded us, and when I say cool I refer particularily to the fact that the lead singer had a following of cute girls staring at him with adoration. Needless to say I got drunk and jumped around like a fool. Managed to fall all the way down the stairs, on getting up I thought I could still preserve my dignity and maybe convince anyone that had seen that it was intentional (it was certainly faster than walking down them), I brushed myself off and promptly slipped over again. On the way home I accosted every passerby for tobacco informing them of their rubbishness when they hadn't any, resulting in me being frog marched away by Simon for fear of being accosted myself. The crowning moment was talking to a girl on the bus, and for some unknown reason trying to sing a song about buttons that I couldn't quite remember, she turned round and desperately tried to start a conversation with the person behind her.
