Well I hope you all had a great time off over the festive period. The Sprigs had a testing time but on the whole peaceful time. Gramps' journey to France was scuppered by the snow. Easy jet said none shall pass. Gizmo kid was ill most of Chrimbo as was I, the children and Wifey to varying degrees over different parts of the holidays. Can't grumble all enjoyed the time off.
So 2009 has gone …..the year that saw Spriggan Mist venture into the live scene with a full band. The year of important facts such as Mother Dearest has finally lost her marbles and that Britain cannot cope when it is snowing……..and that Dark Marge doesn't wash his socks he just kind of wears them till they get more holes than material and then throws them away.
The snow …..beautiful as it falls ….takes you back to your childhood when you are playing in it….complete pain in the nether regions when trying to get from A to B which is why I offered to take mother Dearest to Tescos just before the Hollies for food shopping. I seperated from her for a while leaving her in the veg aisle as I met her there I saw her walking down the middle of the aisle holding a single courgette in the upright position in the front of her chest with her other hand grasping it and running up and down as if ….well do I need to explain more?
She walked about 50 feet looking around in a world of her own …….fondling this courgette.I didn't know what to do I felt the colour drain from my face. I checked around …thankfully everyone was head down and too engrossed in their shopping to notice…….Mother Dearest claims she didn't know she was doing it………..I nearly died …..then whilst at customer services she broke down into fits of laughter whilst looking at the feedback box……pretending to be sick into it…?!?!?!?!?!?!?
I did look through her cupboards the Christmas Sherry was still intact. Very bizarre . Then on New year's day as wifey spoke about the Blue Full Moon, Mother Dearest enquired "where is it?" Wifey straight faced retorted "well it's kind of in the sky"….
So quite a few gigs coming up.
This month January 28th to be precise ,we go acoustic at an open Mic at the Anchor in West Byfleet
February 22nd we may be playing at my boss' retirement do at Sweeneys' Pub Ruislip. Gramps is on hollies for that so Barabanshik ...remember him? drummer from Hot Machero and then Stone Jesters ......likes dressing up in uniforms for bedroom activities? ...(that jogged the memory didn't... it you saucey naives you)well anyway he is standing in ....
March 20th we host our very own Cancer Research gig at st Joseph's School Bracknell
March 25th we play folking live at South Hill Park...
then in june we have the Faery Fest and then fetes etc......
so we are ticking over nicely...
Anyway parental duties prevail better get binlids some brekkie
Friday, 15 January 2010
Sunday, 20 December 2009
Alien hunting
So there I was amongst the Darkened pipes wires and rafters.....The loft.....a forbidden place full off stuff.
Wifey had just replaced a bulb in the bathroom ,you know the type ,the ones that sit flush with the ceiling? As she unscrewed the thing about twenty dead wasps fell into the bath. The children screamed and despite my protests of they will all be dead I’ll sort it tomorrow Daddy is still recovering from a chest infection...they all stood there on the landing folded arms looking resolute that none of them were going to sleep unless I went and got rid of the wasp nest in the loft now!......The now was emphasised with Wifey’s finger pointing to the loft hatch......I looked at the hatch I gulped ...how I wished I hadn’t watched Aliens on telly the night before.
Before I knew it I was up there in the dim light ,water pipes gurgling, wires running to and fro cobwebs dangling in my hair.......well ok brushing my head. I had to remove some boxes ......I felt like poor Sigourney Weaver....my heart was pounding when then....I saw them........ about seven nests in varying sizes...now I wished I had Sigourney’s flame thrower ...but then I thought that wouldn’t do as the house would burn down.....I relayed my find back to mission control on the landing who unsympathetically said .....”Remove them”.
I looked around me and saw a piece of wood and on all fours approached the nests......I expected one to open up and an alien to crawl out...I grabbed my weapon ....the piece of wood...hardly the blaster come flamethrower gizmo Sigourney had but none the less devastating as I knocked all the nests into oblivion...well into a Morrisons bag any way.
With this , all were happy to sleep in their beds and Dad was the hero returning to the landing........I sat back in front of the telly and I was contemplating having a bath...dirty work Alien hunting......then following a brief channel surf I saw Jaws was on......I opted for a wash instead.
Wifey had just replaced a bulb in the bathroom ,you know the type ,the ones that sit flush with the ceiling? As she unscrewed the thing about twenty dead wasps fell into the bath. The children screamed and despite my protests of they will all be dead I’ll sort it tomorrow Daddy is still recovering from a chest infection...they all stood there on the landing folded arms looking resolute that none of them were going to sleep unless I went and got rid of the wasp nest in the loft now!......The now was emphasised with Wifey’s finger pointing to the loft hatch......I looked at the hatch I gulped ...how I wished I hadn’t watched Aliens on telly the night before.
Before I knew it I was up there in the dim light ,water pipes gurgling, wires running to and fro cobwebs dangling in my hair.......well ok brushing my head. I had to remove some boxes ......I felt like poor Sigourney Weaver....my heart was pounding when then....I saw them........ about seven nests in varying sizes...now I wished I had Sigourney’s flame thrower ...but then I thought that wouldn’t do as the house would burn down.....I relayed my find back to mission control on the landing who unsympathetically said .....”Remove them”.
I looked around me and saw a piece of wood and on all fours approached the nests......I expected one to open up and an alien to crawl out...I grabbed my weapon ....the piece of wood...hardly the blaster come flamethrower gizmo Sigourney had but none the less devastating as I knocked all the nests into oblivion...well into a Morrisons bag any way.
With this , all were happy to sleep in their beds and Dad was the hero returning to the landing........I sat back in front of the telly and I was contemplating having a bath...dirty work Alien hunting......then following a brief channel surf I saw Jaws was on......I opted for a wash instead.
Monday, 14 December 2009
Problematic Sheep
So I have been busy.....I work for a living now I’ve changed my job .....with the same firm…but I’m not office based now ,so quickly banging out a blog is a thing of the past. At home every spare moment of remotely free time I’m practicing my bass. After my poor performance in Sandhurst I need to do better for the next electric gig (we are going unplugged for some open mic efforts). No the next gig is pressure city for me as it is my boss’s retirement in front of the whole firm past and present ...in a pub ...in Ruislip High Street.
My boss ...or Bruv as he will be known in the blog ...mainly because every where we go...and this includes customers we get asked “Are you brothers?” . At first we denied it.....then Bruv concocted a whole family history as to how we had different surnames different nationalities and different fathers which was quite amusing especially at the point I had to interject and tell him Mother Dearest was upset he hadn’t been round recently...but even that wore thin and now the stock reply is “Yeah” Anyway he retires in February and the band have graciously agreed to play giving up their time and effort. We are supporting “ Any buddy Out There” a buddy Holly type band on the night .Some of the other characters in the office are interesting....it’s almost like an episode of Playschool....(remember ...today we are going to look through the ....round window...except with my firm they seemed to have bricked all the windows up in fear of any light from the end of the tunnel seeping through!!!) Yes playschool......we have Teddy....so named because Bruv reckoned he looks like one with his tight fair bristly hair when he shaves it. He is the office baby too.....I actually had been working a year before Ted was born......he is a guitarist.....and extremely bassist......oh yeah bass player jokes are abundant.......but he gets regular slaps for his troubles...that’s when we can get him out of the woods ..... with his constant picnics....bloody Teddies! We have some other characters like Gemima and Beatrix who I must say are so helpful in the office and save me from doing shed loads of work.....and then of course there is Jonah........Jonah works very very hard but everything she touches turns to rats mostly through no fault of her own it’s just one of those things. In fact I ‘m going to urge her to become an undertaker as knowing her luck ..no one will die thereon......!!!!!!! then there is them that we don’t mention...yes the other team we share an office with...strange band of fellows lead by a Scottish boss from a small fishing village in the far flung nooks and crannies of Scotland......I’d like to tell you more about him but I can’t understand a bloomin word of what comes out of his mouth except...Ayyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!...(in a "we are all doooooomed" kind of voice) but we don’t talk about them...the Voldermorts!!!!!!
So Chrimbo and Yule are in spitting distance.....and all the deckies are out and dusted down....This year wifey has taken a keen interest in the crib scene aka Presepju in Maltese households. I look at the carefully positioned figurines (they all have their place) and then I find a sheep on top of the inn or sheep scattered all round flippin Bethlehem......even found one in the crib the other day (baby Jesus doesn’t take up residency until Christmas morning.....well he hasn’t been born yet!!!!! Well actually he was born in March but that is a whole new blog that I’m not going to get into here) Maybe them shepherd should stop washing their socks in front of the telly and sort it out!!!!!!
I’ll promise to blog before Yule.......honest
My boss ...or Bruv as he will be known in the blog ...mainly because every where we go...and this includes customers we get asked “Are you brothers?” . At first we denied it.....then Bruv concocted a whole family history as to how we had different surnames different nationalities and different fathers which was quite amusing especially at the point I had to interject and tell him Mother Dearest was upset he hadn’t been round recently...but even that wore thin and now the stock reply is “Yeah” Anyway he retires in February and the band have graciously agreed to play giving up their time and effort. We are supporting “ Any buddy Out There” a buddy Holly type band on the night .Some of the other characters in the office are interesting....it’s almost like an episode of Playschool....(remember ...today we are going to look through the ....round window...except with my firm they seemed to have bricked all the windows up in fear of any light from the end of the tunnel seeping through!!!) Yes playschool......we have Teddy....so named because Bruv reckoned he looks like one with his tight fair bristly hair when he shaves it. He is the office baby too.....I actually had been working a year before Ted was born......he is a guitarist.....and extremely bassist......oh yeah bass player jokes are abundant.......but he gets regular slaps for his troubles...that’s when we can get him out of the woods ..... with his constant picnics....bloody Teddies! We have some other characters like Gemima and Beatrix who I must say are so helpful in the office and save me from doing shed loads of work.....and then of course there is Jonah........Jonah works very very hard but everything she touches turns to rats mostly through no fault of her own it’s just one of those things. In fact I ‘m going to urge her to become an undertaker as knowing her luck ..no one will die thereon......!!!!!!! then there is them that we don’t mention...yes the other team we share an office with...strange band of fellows lead by a Scottish boss from a small fishing village in the far flung nooks and crannies of Scotland......I’d like to tell you more about him but I can’t understand a bloomin word of what comes out of his mouth except...Ayyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!...(in a "we are all doooooomed" kind of voice) but we don’t talk about them...the Voldermorts!!!!!!
So Chrimbo and Yule are in spitting distance.....and all the deckies are out and dusted down....This year wifey has taken a keen interest in the crib scene aka Presepju in Maltese households. I look at the carefully positioned figurines (they all have their place) and then I find a sheep on top of the inn or sheep scattered all round flippin Bethlehem......even found one in the crib the other day (baby Jesus doesn’t take up residency until Christmas morning.....well he hasn’t been born yet!!!!! Well actually he was born in March but that is a whole new blog that I’m not going to get into here) Maybe them shepherd should stop washing their socks in front of the telly and sort it out!!!!!!
I’ll promise to blog before Yule.......honest
Tuesday, 17 November 2009
Strike a Pose
Preparations for gigs vary from band to band…... and band member to band member. I'd imagine that a really established band that have a set or a set of sets and songs they always play and on a regular three nights a week basis just go into automatic mode and are so used to gigging it's not given a second thought. This is a shame really as although Spriggan Mist seem to be more in demand recently our proffessions and to a certain extent our type of music means we get a steady stream of gigs as oposed to the torrent that some bands have . This however for us means each gig is an event at lease it is for me….so there is certain rituals I go through before the gig. One of which is the trying on of stage attire…..an alien event for our guitarist violinist…gurning boy aka gizmo kid…Bless him he really isn't sure about the whole stage dressing up thing…..which is cool and he probably will wear something enigmatic and low key…but I'm sure he is going to shock me one day and turn up dressed like Adam Ant thrusting his pelvis forward, wrists crossed above his head shouting prince charming ! Through a contorted lipstick streaked face!!!!!!.....now there's a vision.
On this particular mirror hogging session I was trying on the black combats , white pirate shirt and burgundy waistcoat complete with spriggan hat……I even grabbed the bass from it's rack pranced around the bedroom playing, pouting in a Posh Spice kind of way and generally did the rockstar thing…..You see I have had years of practice at this …..As a martial artist who went up through the grades to second dan every new grade achieved, a posing session was soon to follow. (usually in some strange Van damme pose which bore no resemblance to any martial arts stance I had been studying) It was last week when I was in the full throws of a self indulgent posing session…..almost as lost in myself as brother dearest the Dark Marge was circa 1981 when I caught him in front of the mirror dancing in a madness type way to Baggy Trousers complete with trilby and Fred Perry..when the door bell went ….poo poo poo I thought …ditch the hat …ditch the waist coat …ah no! the caller is the parcel man can't let him go so I raced to the door quite hot and bothered in a white pirate shirt complete with puffy arms laces and cords and black combats . The parcel man looked at me as if it was quite normal ……although I could see his eyes looking me up and down as I signed for the parcel…then our new neighbours went by ….nearly walking into the nearest bush as they saw their madcap neighbour dressed like blackbeard…..The parcel man walked off as if nothing untoward had happened ..although i'm sure I heard him say under his breath …….arrghh Cap'n!!!! As he sniggered to himself up the path….
So as our gig Mission for Rwanda looms on 25/11/2009 I will begin the other ritual…ironing the attire..not so cool but the risk assessment for embarassment is significantly lower
On this particular mirror hogging session I was trying on the black combats , white pirate shirt and burgundy waistcoat complete with spriggan hat……I even grabbed the bass from it's rack pranced around the bedroom playing, pouting in a Posh Spice kind of way and generally did the rockstar thing…..You see I have had years of practice at this …..As a martial artist who went up through the grades to second dan every new grade achieved, a posing session was soon to follow. (usually in some strange Van damme pose which bore no resemblance to any martial arts stance I had been studying) It was last week when I was in the full throws of a self indulgent posing session…..almost as lost in myself as brother dearest the Dark Marge was circa 1981 when I caught him in front of the mirror dancing in a madness type way to Baggy Trousers complete with trilby and Fred Perry..when the door bell went ….poo poo poo I thought …ditch the hat …ditch the waist coat …ah no! the caller is the parcel man can't let him go so I raced to the door quite hot and bothered in a white pirate shirt complete with puffy arms laces and cords and black combats . The parcel man looked at me as if it was quite normal ……although I could see his eyes looking me up and down as I signed for the parcel…then our new neighbours went by ….nearly walking into the nearest bush as they saw their madcap neighbour dressed like blackbeard…..The parcel man walked off as if nothing untoward had happened ..although i'm sure I heard him say under his breath …….arrghh Cap'n!!!! As he sniggered to himself up the path….
So as our gig Mission for Rwanda looms on 25/11/2009 I will begin the other ritual…ironing the attire..not so cool but the risk assessment for embarassment is significantly lower
Saturday, 14 November 2009
Indigo Child
This blog relatres to the new song by Spriggan Mist but before I talk about that what are Indigo children here is an exerpt from The New Kids Have Arrived
By Lee Carroll and Jan Tober
What is an Indigo Child? And why do we call them Indigo? First, the definition: an Indigo Child is one who displays a new and unusual set of psychological attributes and shows a pattern of behavior generally undocumented before. This pattern has common unique factors that suggest that those who interact with them (parents, in particular) change their treatment and upbringing of them in order to achieve balance. To ignore these new patterns is to potentially create imbalance and frustration in the mind of this precious new life. The subject of this chapter is to identify, qualify, and validate the attributes of an Indigo Child.
There seem to be several kinds of Indigos, and we will describe them later in this chapter, but in the following list we can give you some of the most common behavioral patterns. Do these fit anyone you know?
Here are ten of the most common traits of Indigo Children:
1. They come into the world with a feeling of royalty (and often act like it).
2. They have a feeling of "deserving to be here," and are surprised when
others don't share that.
3. Self-worth is not a big issue. They often tell the parents "who they are."
4. They have difficulty with absolute authority (authority without
explanation or choice).
5. They simply will not do certain things; for example, waiting in line is
difficult for them.
6. They get frustrated with systems that are ritual-oriented and don't
require creative thought.
7. They often see better ways of doing things, both at home and in school,
which makes them seem like "system busters" (nonconforming to any system).
8. They seem antisocial unless they are with their own kind. If there are no
others of like consciousness around them, they often turn inward,
feeling like no other human understands them. School is often extremely
difficult for them socially.
9. They will not respond to "guilt" discipline ("Wait till your father gets
home and finds out what you did").
10. They are not shy in letting you know what they need.
So when wifey penned the song lyrics and tune about a year ago we kind of knew who this was about . Gurning boy came on the scene and this is the resulting song ( you can hear it by going onto the new website Sprigganmist.com or onto our myspace
This song has been beautifully produced and mixed by the Gurning boy and gives a little insight to Spriggan Mist's forth coming CD sometime next year. We will also be playing this live for the first time at Mission for Rwanda at Sandhurst Secondary School on 25/11/2009.
this is the first time the new band has recorded live as a whole ..enjoy
By Lee Carroll and Jan Tober
What is an Indigo Child? And why do we call them Indigo? First, the definition: an Indigo Child is one who displays a new and unusual set of psychological attributes and shows a pattern of behavior generally undocumented before. This pattern has common unique factors that suggest that those who interact with them (parents, in particular) change their treatment and upbringing of them in order to achieve balance. To ignore these new patterns is to potentially create imbalance and frustration in the mind of this precious new life. The subject of this chapter is to identify, qualify, and validate the attributes of an Indigo Child.
There seem to be several kinds of Indigos, and we will describe them later in this chapter, but in the following list we can give you some of the most common behavioral patterns. Do these fit anyone you know?
Here are ten of the most common traits of Indigo Children:
1. They come into the world with a feeling of royalty (and often act like it).
2. They have a feeling of "deserving to be here," and are surprised when
others don't share that.
3. Self-worth is not a big issue. They often tell the parents "who they are."
4. They have difficulty with absolute authority (authority without
explanation or choice).
5. They simply will not do certain things; for example, waiting in line is
difficult for them.
6. They get frustrated with systems that are ritual-oriented and don't
require creative thought.
7. They often see better ways of doing things, both at home and in school,
which makes them seem like "system busters" (nonconforming to any system).
8. They seem antisocial unless they are with their own kind. If there are no
others of like consciousness around them, they often turn inward,
feeling like no other human understands them. School is often extremely
difficult for them socially.
9. They will not respond to "guilt" discipline ("Wait till your father gets
home and finds out what you did").
10. They are not shy in letting you know what they need.
So when wifey penned the song lyrics and tune about a year ago we kind of knew who this was about . Gurning boy came on the scene and this is the resulting song ( you can hear it by going onto the new website Sprigganmist.com or onto our myspace
This song has been beautifully produced and mixed by the Gurning boy and gives a little insight to Spriggan Mist's forth coming CD sometime next year. We will also be playing this live for the first time at Mission for Rwanda at Sandhurst Secondary School on 25/11/2009.
this is the first time the new band has recorded live as a whole ..enjoy
Friday, 16 October 2009
X Factor Lasagne
Wow peeps it's been a while I hear you say.Well actually I don't. My blog has been accessed nearly 15,000 times......I don't know why or how the sudden increase but does anyone comment or engage in light banter.......no. It's kind of lonely out here in blogland....
Today Blogites I'm going to talk about that evil thing that has crept into our lives. It will bring the book 1984 into reality in the next few years i'm sure. yes you got it ....FACEBOOK.
Considering we are a nation of pinko fluffy lefties that object in general to intrusive CCTV....we detest the thought of ID cards feel we shouldn't have to bow down to the authorities (all of which I personally do not have problem with but I talk on behalf of the majority here ) So we object to being caught on CCTV 200 times a day but......we are happy that the 782 odd "friends " on facebook get "Joe Bloggs is having a dump" or my favourite is "Angela average is up and ready for work".....Well fantastic for her my life is fulfilled knowing what time Angela Average gets up. I know all sorts about loads of people I really don't know....I know that some girl I know to nod to in the corridor at work is going out with the best bloke this side of the northern hemisphere, that one of the Mum's on the school run has the hots for Brad Pitt....then just when i thought it was all petty mindless fun ...it started, oh yes .....the devils evil that is X factor.....Facebook punditry surrounding X factor just does my head in!!!!!
I'm not going into the morals of how I feel X factor is an exploitation of talented singers who do not want to graft their way to the top. I liken it to Lasagne.....Yup Lasagne. Now you buy a microwave lasagne from Tescos...heat it up and eat it....it was ok did the job quite tasty but you probably won't be telling your friends about it would you...it's a quick fix meal......Go down to your nearest Italian restaurant where your Lasagne is cooked with the best ingredients in an oven to perfection over an hour or so with care and attention and you'll probably let your mates know you had a good bit of food at that restaurant. X Factor sadly is the microwave meal, the decent musicians and singers have grafted and learned their trade...their cheese has browned nicely these guys have got some cool ingredients but when microwaved the end product isn't quite as good when you get beneath the surface. Whilst we are talking about Lasagne can you pure blood English stop serving salad with your pasta dishes....lasagne and salad does not go ......Barbarians!....anyway people decide to put on facebook vote nobby off and oh I like so and so..................get a life guys the only real winner is Simon Cowell. One of the mums's on school run "Loopy" has been debating on facebook with me on how she loves the programme she is well sucked into it . Loopy just can't see what I'm seeing !!!!
It's all very sad.then there is the swearing. Now I am no Mother Theresa and there is nothing like a spontaneous barriage of expletives to get things off your chest but i have just deleted two profiles this morning because people ...family members no less find it funny to use such words in order to m,ake themselves sound funny. Yeah they are young but still I got my Victor Meldrew head on and did my bestest Cyberman impression "DELETE"...now there is a story for the new Dr Who series. (in best cyberman voice) I DON'T BELIVE IT .....DELETE
Well gotta go ..lovin my new role at work ...loads of blogging material to come out of it more next time
Today Blogites I'm going to talk about that evil thing that has crept into our lives. It will bring the book 1984 into reality in the next few years i'm sure. yes you got it ....FACEBOOK.
Considering we are a nation of pinko fluffy lefties that object in general to intrusive CCTV....we detest the thought of ID cards feel we shouldn't have to bow down to the authorities (all of which I personally do not have problem with but I talk on behalf of the majority here ) So we object to being caught on CCTV 200 times a day but......we are happy that the 782 odd "friends " on facebook get "Joe Bloggs is having a dump" or my favourite is "Angela average is up and ready for work".....Well fantastic for her my life is fulfilled knowing what time Angela Average gets up. I know all sorts about loads of people I really don't know....I know that some girl I know to nod to in the corridor at work is going out with the best bloke this side of the northern hemisphere, that one of the Mum's on the school run has the hots for Brad Pitt....then just when i thought it was all petty mindless fun ...it started, oh yes .....the devils evil that is X factor.....Facebook punditry surrounding X factor just does my head in!!!!!
I'm not going into the morals of how I feel X factor is an exploitation of talented singers who do not want to graft their way to the top. I liken it to Lasagne.....Yup Lasagne. Now you buy a microwave lasagne from Tescos...heat it up and eat it....it was ok did the job quite tasty but you probably won't be telling your friends about it would you...it's a quick fix meal......Go down to your nearest Italian restaurant where your Lasagne is cooked with the best ingredients in an oven to perfection over an hour or so with care and attention and you'll probably let your mates know you had a good bit of food at that restaurant. X Factor sadly is the microwave meal, the decent musicians and singers have grafted and learned their trade...their cheese has browned nicely these guys have got some cool ingredients but when microwaved the end product isn't quite as good when you get beneath the surface. Whilst we are talking about Lasagne can you pure blood English stop serving salad with your pasta dishes....lasagne and salad does not go ......Barbarians!....anyway people decide to put on facebook vote nobby off and oh I like so and so..................get a life guys the only real winner is Simon Cowell. One of the mums's on school run "Loopy" has been debating on facebook with me on how she loves the programme she is well sucked into it . Loopy just can't see what I'm seeing !!!!
It's all very sad.then there is the swearing. Now I am no Mother Theresa and there is nothing like a spontaneous barriage of expletives to get things off your chest but i have just deleted two profiles this morning because people ...family members no less find it funny to use such words in order to m,ake themselves sound funny. Yeah they are young but still I got my Victor Meldrew head on and did my bestest Cyberman impression "DELETE"...now there is a story for the new Dr Who series. (in best cyberman voice) I DON'T BELIVE IT .....DELETE
Well gotta go ..lovin my new role at work ...loads of blogging material to come out of it more next time
Tuesday, 22 September 2009
We're back at it
These strange musicians turned up on my doorstep last night and after some careful interrogation I realised they were Spriggan Mist!!!! Yes the Gizmo kids have taken a sabbatical from their holidays to come to rehearsals …they are off again this week while Gurning Boy celebrates another birthday.
Has been a month since we met and it's amazing …… the song Northern Lights has gone all mellow and Lonely Shore has had the proverbial kicked out of it and turned into a rock song a'la Dolmen….we have persuaded Gurning boy not to strip off to bare chest and prance around in a kilt like The Dolmen's charismatic front man Taloch….(I am definitely not putting my hair into blonde dreadlocks and wearing a basque as their bass player does…...............she is female of course……I'm not ……I'm sure you have noticed…) but it is all good!
Before I could do any band practice I had to help my eight year old boy , Rock Star to do his homework……the question he had was
" What religion was Jesus brought up in?" Rockstar gave me a blank expression…………….so I said trying to funnel the answer out of him..
"Well ok, Jesus was said to be the King of the J…..?" his reply was quick
"Jungle" he shouted….hmmm
Try explaining that one away to his teacher.
Has been a month since we met and it's amazing …… the song Northern Lights has gone all mellow and Lonely Shore has had the proverbial kicked out of it and turned into a rock song a'la Dolmen….we have persuaded Gurning boy not to strip off to bare chest and prance around in a kilt like The Dolmen's charismatic front man Taloch….(I am definitely not putting my hair into blonde dreadlocks and wearing a basque as their bass player does…...............she is female of course……I'm not ……I'm sure you have noticed…) but it is all good!
Before I could do any band practice I had to help my eight year old boy , Rock Star to do his homework……the question he had was
" What religion was Jesus brought up in?" Rockstar gave me a blank expression…………….so I said trying to funnel the answer out of him..
"Well ok, Jesus was said to be the King of the J…..?" his reply was quick
"Jungle" he shouted….hmmm
Try explaining that one away to his teacher.
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