We’re dead pleased to be back on the horse (the “horse” in this instance is simply a metaphor for playing some shows and doing some recording). We spent some time practising before realising that being “in tune” and “remembering how the songs go” isn’t anywhere near as important as the quality of the pre- and post-concert snackfoods.
We played three shows earlier in the year, before we’d really worked out what our THING was, but now we know and we’re looking forward to showing our THING to people; we think they’ll like it. We’ve started to warm up, first by playing Maggie’s fine party in Battersea and then at Leytonstone Festival, saddled with post-Battersea hangovers. There’s a headline show in Cambridge coming up at the end of the month, a couple of the finest British festivals to have fun at, and we’re about to book a London show or two. Later in the year we’re hoping to pop up north…
And this August finds us heading to the Norfolk countryside, away from all distractions (apart from our 3G mobile phones and the very real possibility of trying out Ocado’s delivery service for the first time – we never said we were rock ‘n roll). Melinda’s hoping to ride some horses (in this case real ones), while the boys pop into Swaffham to score some horsefeed. We’ll be making an album you see.
Ok, bye.
