Yes I know I’m on a healthy eating spree and there was method in my madness……I didn’t want all those creamy curries I went for a real hot one thinking well it might just not contain as much fat……..(I’m down from 19st 4 to 17 st 1 don’t you know?) but it was an occasion…..finally like rats from a sinking ship Road Runner and Mr T are leaving the department……my move is imminent but yesterday was their day so I had to indulge a little….so it is the end of the….. Three musketeers…Three amigos……dumb dumber and downright numbskull…..I have to say that although the job I’ve been doing since working with these individuals has been dull….they have been probably the best work colleagues I have had since joining the firm 14 years ago (in two days time I would have been doing this job for 14 years to be exact) but alas all good things come to an end and although our paths will cross no doubt from time to time, I’ll kind of miss the pair of them no longer will T’s lift music quietly pump away like a badly made porn movie sound track , from his little speakers attached to his IPod…..no longer will we marvel at the way a farmers girl from Hull (or Hool ) can mutate the Queen’s English and make it sound so quaint …bringing her own special bit of Yorkshire into the London suburb of West Drayton …..no longer will Spriggan Mist’s music be ripped to shreds by their Cowell and Holden type critique…actually I probably won’t miss that bit…….if you are reading T and Roady Runner …………..I salute you………now bugger off as the new people want your lockers…..and I’m sure there is tons to write about them in these pages.
As for me?…..as stated the role has been a load of crap but it has allowed me to have quality time with the family and concentrate on the music a bit and of course write a meaningless list of pooh weekly known as The High’s at the Low End.
I don’t know why I write this you know………maybe it is some form of self help therapy… to help me make sense of my silly little world?………or maybe it is just an avenue for expression?…I don’t really know who reads it anymore although the hit count suggests there are people all over the world that do………
So the band are taking a well earned week off then we are having a bit of a conflab into what we are doing next
The band in full flow at St Joseph's (photo courtesy of Clive elkington)
…The gizmo kids are off gallivanting in their camper down in the sticks of Dorset …..I bet they have loads of Gizmo’s in that van. I reckon at a flip of a switch the draining board flips round into a mobile recording studio and the shower room a mobile time portal so Gurning boy can slip in and out of the seventies at will….talking of the seventies, the Ol’ Dawg who played at our last event (rather good in my opinion too) happened to name drop the fact that Dave Brock of Hawkwind fame back in the late 70’s came up to him after Ol’Dawg came off stage at a gig and said “ like what you do with the feed back man……” and had a five minute chat about his feedback technique…one wonders if he ever used Ol’Dawg’s tip……
The weather has been quite good recently hasn’t it except Tuesday….it hammered down and I blame Mother Dearest and her band of dribblies on their day trip to Worthing for this. I phoned up the local old bill down in the sleepy Sussex coastal resort that a drunken bunch of pensioners from Bracknell were about to descend on them and shatter the seaside bliss replacing it with an antisocial behaviour free for all. I heard that the shops were boarding up their windows and the schools were going home early just in case of trouble. Their planned march down the sea front swinging bicycle chains above their heads chanting “We are the bids we are the bids” was cancelled due to the weather and they came home frustrated as to not being able to cause mayhem…I heard that the services on the A23 had their toilets trashed and the words “ Bracknell Bids were ere” scrawled in lipstick on the mirrors in big pink letters .
Well we are starting to amass a few fans too. The OC an LSA at the youngling’s school described us as amazing and has sent our youtube links to all his friends.........poor deluded soul.
There have been a few teachers and parents that are genuinely interested in what we are doing which is cool. Then there is Mother Dearest’s pal from Basingstoke ........she is scary! She is roughly Mother Dearest’s age ...actually no one is that old ,,,,, but in that ball park....she actually owns a chainsaw!!!!!! She told me in her Hampshire twanged voice that “it’s really quite good” couldn’t tell you what she uses it for ,maybe she uses it to slice bread.... would make a mess of the formica side though. I suggested that maybe she shouldn’t wield such a thing as the Texas Chainsaw massacre sprung to mind ......but old Texas doesn’t want to know.
I’d like to end today’s offering with a quote from our very own Gran pop percussionist talking about our rigorous debrief and dissection of our performances.......
“I see music as a live and transient experience and chopping it up to see how it went is like cutting the soprano's throat to find out where the noise comes from.”
Grand pops in action at St Joseph's (photo courtesy of Clive Elkington)
see you can deny the Hawks all you want but they keep turning up....so when can I expect a Spriggan Mist cover of Sonic Attack..?
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