There I was, diggin' this 'ole...

It's not all fun & games you know - I've been discovered on Google StreetView, blatantly working in broad daylight. Oh, the shame...

http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?cbp=12,130.43,,2,10.51&cbll=51.462465,-2.57973&layer=c&ie=UTF8&ll=51.462465,-2.57973&spn=0,359.995494&z=17&panoid=GS6H5Eacval8MsaOYKaHxw

Nearly done...

At last, a studio with natural daylight! We've just finished three tracks at Nam Recording, out near Bradford on Avon - our first time here, and the whole experience has been a step-up from previous recording studios we've used. The plan was to get them done to a high standard primarily for demo use, but they'll also form the basis for a new album when funds allow.

There's a bit of final tinkering to do over the next couple of weeks, then I'll post 'em up online - I'm looking forward to hearing them myself, 'cos since going swimming a week ago I haven't been able to hear a damned thing...

http://www.namrecording.com/

Disco's not Dead

In 1940, four French teenagers stumbled across a series of beautifully preserved cave-paintings in Lascaux - some of the world's best examples of prehistoric art...

But recently, an even more exciting discovery has been made - actual living beings from the Age of Disco have been sighted in French caves! These primitive missing-links communicate in guttural grunts, worship mirror-balls, and know all the actions to YMCA. Scientists are speculating that these bizarre throwbacks to Man's long-forgotten past may have scurried into the caves when Studio 54 closed, and have been here ever since.

To avoid the modern world contaminating these priceless relics, the caves were hurriedly bricked-up. Twice.

Mayday, mayday...

After rather a long hiatus, it was back to the coalface on Saturday at the Cuckoo Fair in Downton, near Salisbury - a last minute one this, in the back garden of a pub. Apparently there was meant to be a proper stage, but whoever was organising it was hit by a piece of falling satellite or something. We survey the gathering clouds with gloom... so does everyone else, and by the time we've set up the place has miraculously emptied apart from the hardcore all-day drinkers who ignore us completely. Still, the sound is excellent in the open air, it doesn't actually rain, and we rather enjoy ourselves.

Next up, the Wells May Fair on the Bank holiday Monday - a far better organised do, held on the Green in front of Wells Cathedral. Nice big stage & PA, and a very good sound engineer, who mutters as he gets us rigged up: "It's rained every time I've done this... God hates me..." Sure enough, it starts raining the instant we take to the stage, but our godless heathen music soon chases the drizzle away - proof, if more were needed, of the non-existence of God!
Yet more proof at the end of our set, as the MC announces innocently: "Next, ladies & gentlemen, it's pole-dancing on the Green!" After a huge initial surge of interest from the crowd (and indeed us), there followed a hasty retraction, in what will surely come to be known as The Great Pole-Dancing Disappointment of '09...