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Well well well, that's us certainly back home for a wee while. And it's been a hell of a couple of months, it seems like I've not been able to take stock since before SXSW. Which I kinda like... I was having a coffee in Mono the other day, reminiscing with a friend about the great Austin times, and it seems crazy it was over a month and a half ago!
I got a couple of CDs from Monorail while we were there... Aidan Moffat's new spoken word album is the one I would like to talk about in particular. First of all, he is called Aidan John Moffat for this CD, which is important. Woe betide the merry fool who asks for a copy in his local indie record store sans 'John'. Second of all, I hadn't heard it since late one night in the studio kicking back with Geoff (Allan, co-producer of both our record and Aidan's). It makes for magical late-night brain-boggled listening. Anyway, as I was sitting in Mono with my coffee (might've been wine), new purchases resplendent on the table in front of me, who should walk past and take up a pew a few tables away but the man himself, Aidan J Moffat. Where else but in Glasgow?
haha
if you're wondering, I also got a Junior Boys album (they were DJing after us in Paris) and a Bright Eyes album.
So yes! Europe! We just got back from Europe! We played at the London Calling festival in Amsterdam, and then at the Fleche D'or in Paris.
London Calling is an amazing festival. It was my 2nd time in Amsterdam, loved it again. The venue was really cool, a big downstairs church room and an upstairs church hall room for us. It was a great gig, the crowd was totally into it, for all the bands, and the Euro reaction was one of great joy, which in turn instilled a sense of great joy in me! Big ups to euros Franzi and Rebecca.
We also got to catch up with our chums Blood Red Shoes, who were kind enough to let us sit in their dressing room and drink their whiskey, after we got kicked out of Ipso Facto's shower. (We didn't get a dressing room 'because we had a tour bus'. pah!) And there must've been about 10 photo requests for BRS while we were downstairs watching the Mystery Jets.! they are proper celebrity stars now! I think I might send in that photo of me and Steve (aka Vicky) in to the NME, see if it gets printed in the 'photos with the fans' bit! haha
Paris was also top. Don't listen to those who spent the whole day drinking and as a result didn't want to leave the bus and as a result, made us leave Paris 2 hours early!! Fools! The venue was really nice, an old railway station with big windows over the disused tracks. While we were waiting for soundcheck I sauntered over to the nearby cemetery where Jim Morrison, Oscar Wilde, and Chopin (amongst others) are buried. Couldn't find any noteworthy headstones, the place is gargantuan, but it was impressive nonetheless. After the show I got an overwhelming sense that I was going to miss out on Paris like some sort of chump if I wasn't careful. Action needed to be taken. So my kind hostesses Charlotte and Laury led me off into the night to see the sights. It was my first time in Paris, so it was totally worth it. I managed to see the Eiffel tower before the irate TM phonecall summoned me back to the bus.
I'll try get some pictures of the whole shindig up on Bebo or Myspace before the end of the week so you can sort of see what I'm whittering on about.
So, back in Glasgow for a wee while. So far I've developed a routine that goes something like this:
8.30am - wake up, watch the unfortunates prepare and leave for work. Watch double bill of Frasier from comfort of bed.
9.30am - try not to vomit during the half hour of Will & Grace
10am - made it. The OC sees me through to 11am.
11am - fall asleep again
2.30pm - time to get up
3.30pm - really time to get up. walk home. get some breakfast.
4pm - make some tunes
11pm - dinner time. menu usually consisting of lager and vodka.
Today there was a slight variation whereby I took a walk through the park to see what was going on with this alleged 'pillow fight' i had heard was happening. No joy, not a feather in sight. what a ruse.
right, I gotta go now. this has eaten right into my grape eating time...
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Well well well, that's us certainly back home for a wee while. And it's been a hell of a couple of months, it seems like I've not been able to take stock since before SXSW. Which I kinda like... I was having a coffee in Mono the other day, reminiscing with a friend about the great Austin times, and it seems crazy it was over a month and a half ago!
I got a couple of CDs from Monorail while we were there... Aidan Moffat's new spoken word album is the one I would like to talk about in particular. First of all, he is called Aidan John Moffat for this CD, which is important. Woe betide the merry fool who asks for a copy in his local indie record store sans 'John'. Second of all, I hadn't heard it since late one night in the studio kicking back with Geoff (Allan, co-producer of both our record and Aidan's). It makes for magical late-night brain-boggled listening. Anyway, as I was sitting in Mono with my coffee (might've been wine), new purchases resplendent on the table in front of me, who should walk past and take up a pew a few tables away but the man himself, Aidan J Moffat. Where else but in Glasgow?
haha
if you're wondering, I also got a Junior Boys album (they were DJing after us in Paris) and a Bright Eyes album.
So yes! Europe! We just got back from Europe! We played at the London Calling festival in Amsterdam, and then at the Fleche D'or in Paris.
London Calling is an amazing festival. It was my 2nd time in Amsterdam, loved it again. The venue was really cool, a big downstairs church room and an upstairs church hall room for us. It was a great gig, the crowd was totally into it, for all the bands, and the Euro reaction was one of great joy, which in turn instilled a sense of great joy in me! Big ups to euros Franzi and Rebecca.
We also got to catch up with our chums Blood Red Shoes, who were kind enough to let us sit in their dressing room and drink their whiskey, after we got kicked out of Ipso Facto's shower. (We didn't get a dressing room 'because we had a tour bus'. pah!) And there must've been about 10 photo requests for BRS while we were downstairs watching the Mystery Jets.! they are proper celebrity stars now! I think I might send in that photo of me and Steve (aka Vicky) in to the NME, see if it gets printed in the 'photos with the fans' bit! haha
Paris was also top. Don't listen to those who spent the whole day drinking and as a result didn't want to leave the bus and as a result, made us leave Paris 2 hours early!! Fools! The venue was really nice, an old railway station with big windows over the disused tracks. While we were waiting for soundcheck I sauntered over to the nearby cemetery where Jim Morrison, Oscar Wilde, and Chopin (amongst others) are buried. Couldn't find any noteworthy headstones, the place is gargantuan, but it was impressive nonetheless. After the show I got an overwhelming sense that I was going to miss out on Paris like some sort of chump if I wasn't careful. Action needed to be taken. So my kind hostesses Charlotte and Laury led me off into the night to see the sights. It was my first time in Paris, so it was totally worth it. I managed to see the Eiffel tower before the irate TM phonecall summoned me back to the bus.
I'll try get some pictures of the whole shindig up on Bebo or Myspace before the end of the week so you can sort of see what I'm whittering on about.
So, back in Glasgow for a wee while. So far I've developed a routine that goes something like this:
8.30am - wake up, watch the unfortunates prepare and leave for work. Watch double bill of Frasier from comfort of bed.
9.30am - try not to vomit during the half hour of Will & Grace
10am - made it. The OC sees me through to 11am.
11am - fall asleep again
2.30pm - time to get up
3.30pm - really time to get up. walk home. get some breakfast.
4pm - make some tunes
11pm - dinner time. menu usually consisting of lager and vodka.
Today there was a slight variation whereby I took a walk through the park to see what was going on with this alleged 'pillow fight' i had heard was happening. No joy, not a feather in sight. what a ruse.
right, I gotta go now. this has eaten right into my grape eating time...
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