Blogging from my cage. One by one we’re chained down to the ground. Just dragging a recording out from the debris to send out to the mailing list, needs work: It’s a bit weird.
Think I need to get the hell out of London. A house in the middle of nowhere where we can make noise all day and night and won’t be distracted… or is the grass just always greener somewhere else :/
I think I miss the road. I want to feel the fear again of going on stage. And the reluctance to leave it. I want to see familiar faces in the crowd, and get shitfaced and stumble around a town I don’t know. I want the scenery to change every day, and get paid in vodka and cheese and pickle rolls. I think maybe we should do a tour and try some new songs out.
hmmm.
posted by chris at 2:44 pm
A blank canvas, fresh start. We have a new website on the Internet.
If you are viewing this from ye olde “/blog” click here to enter the “hub”. If you have already been enlightened and are viewing this from within the “hub”, don’t click the following link, or the Internets will implode and the world will end, Dec 21st 2012 style. Maybe. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, it’s probably best not to do anything, and hopefully natural selection will take it’s course.
TAKE ME TO THE HUB, NOW.
posted by jim at 7:25 pm
BIG Negatives:
Setting up to record some acoustic mumblings and noodles:
A button related mishap:
Really impressive freeware game I’ve been addicted to this week: Mirror’s Edge 2D
posted by jim at 12:32 pm
I’m caught in the protools web and the protools spider is about to ‘ave me.
gurn
posted by chris at 12:00 pm