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EUSTACHIAN TUBE CLOSED |
posted by jim on 30/07/05
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“It’s your Eustachian tube.” The consultant’s registrar told me. “It should sort itself out but might take a while, months, maybe a year.” He said that there wasn't much that could be done other than fitting a grommet under general anaesthetic, which was a tad risky because of the close proximity of the brain. Stick a plasticine dog in my head? Was he insane?
http://www.cs.ucsb.edu/.../Grommit.JPG I’d learn to live with the muffled hearing. At least I know why I’ve been listening to my heartbeat, pulse race and my footsteps step for the past eight months. http://www.slcent.com/eustachian.html
I went to visit my sister and her family in Devon for a day or two. I actually enjoyed the train journey, reading more than I manage in bed, Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami http://www.murakami.ch/main_2.html . I quite like the relative solitude of a long train journey, especially if I get a seat away from restless kids and people on the phone. The only noise came from a couple of Welsh girls, one of them felt sick and kept going to the toilet to throw up while her friend – the loud one – offered her “cookies? Sugar? Water? Tea from the health food shop when we get there?” which all just made her sick friend more sick.
Walked on the moors, through woods, by rivers – with my sister and her children and their large dog. More outdoors than I ever experience shut away in my London cell. I’ve been recording demos of my next album – I think it’s called ‘School’ – I’m quite excited about the thing so far, I just need to find some more musicians, I know so few. Trumpet players drop a message to http://www.jim-bob.co.uk/contact.shtml
While I was in Devon, London was at war. Came home to transport chaos and walked across Hyde Park to avoid some of it, got on a bus which was then searched for packages by a community policeman. And then a drunk bloke got on and sat opposite me and started making dumb jokes about bombs and gas on the tube and then turned on me to tell me how Crystal Palace football ground was a shit-hole (I’d mistakenly tried to calm him down by getting myself involved in a conversation about football). After a bit of swearing at the bus driver, the drunk bloke got off the bus and we all cheered in the spirit of the blitz.
Life is imitating art through the work of James Blunt and his friends. The kind of singers and bands you get in programmes like the O.C. and Dawson’s Creek, made up by script writers, who’ve also written the songs, which sound a bit like songs but not really. There’s something manufactured for the plot about them. That’s what James Blunt sounds like to me, like an actor in the role of good looking but a little bit sad singer songwriter.
Why do you never see baby seagulls? You do, they’re on the roof of my mum’s neighbour’s house. It’s my mum’s birthday very soon, I’ve bought her some binoculars so she can observe the birds’ progress in full Bill Oddie close up, but there’s a risk they may have taken their first flight away from the rooftop before her birthday, should I give my mother the binoculars early?
That’s all really.
Reading: Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami, finished Haunted by Chuck P
Listening: Mainly to my own music as I’m writing and recording but have just bought Elvis Costello’s Imperial Bedroom as I only have it on vinyl. It’s a two CD sketch now with 24 demos and other stuff.
Watching: Extras, Still Game (Marvellous)
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WAKE ME UP WHEN JULY ENDS |
posted by jim on 14/07/05
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Such a tragic day, that in my own tiny way I felt attached to.
Of course for me it was just a gig postponed and a rethink of my plans for the year, for many others it was so much worse.
I personally felt pretty empty after that horrible Thursday, but watching all the people out on the streets in silence today – it’s been said a hundred times already and by more articulate people than me – people of all religions, non religions, colours, creeds, nationalities etc, somehow united. Wouldn’t it be a good thing if that was the positive that came out of all this mess. Not the terrorists and the BNP advancing their causes to separate us but the exact opposite, wouldn’t that be nice.
On a Jim Bob note, I’ve been writing a lot of lyrics for my school album, it’s going to be superb, I’m pretty happy with the songs, the words are flooding out of me. I definitely seem to thrive artistically in a misery vacuum.
Went to see Bright Eyes http://extra.twincities.com/images/bright_eyes.jpg at Somerset House, http://www.picdiary.com/degrade.php?file=/misc/somersethouse.jpg he – they – was – were – absolutely amazing, I was inspired and so relieved that he wasn’t all rubbish and dissing John Peel. As a bonus, we went by car and managed to park almost exactly outside, how has that one passed the parking junta by? Got home just in time for the Tour De France highlights, why don’t they just put it on every night on ITV? That’s ITV1 by the way, not 2 which I haven’t got (no outside aerial). Every week is like The Likely Lads for me, trying to avoid the results of each day’s racing so I can watch it all in one tiny go on Monday night.
Great party at Crissi and Les’ house, not too hectic but very enjoyable.
I’ve had messages from all over the world asking if I’m ok, yes I am and thanks for asking. It’s good to have friends in these times that I think we call troubled.
Love to all.
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THURSDAY |
posted by jim on 8/07/05
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It’s a bad bad day
On a scale of 1 to Bad
It’s in the Guinness Book of Grey
The weatherman’s gone weather mad
There’s a storm on the horizon
There’s a twister in the breeze
Outside the underworld await
Sharpening their knives
Chaos come to those who hate
To see us live our lives
There’s a hardman in the harbour
Balaclava’d lager louts shout
It’s a bad day
It’s a bad bad day
And there ain’t no way it’s ever gonna go away
So I’ll just lay here on this motorway
And sing songs of sorrow
Sad songs that say
Roll on tomorrow
It’s been a bad day
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Wellington Boots |
posted by jim on 28/06/05
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I get these ideas, they tend to surface late at night, some of them I get excited over and go to bed, only to wake up feeling like I’ve had a mild nightmare. I now know that the previous evening’s amazing idea is in fact stupid and perhaps rubbish. One of these ideas was to form a school orchestra and perform a gig with them, I decided to run with it.
After my last tour I – and here’s another thing, my irrational fear of other people’s low boredom thresholds – I thought I needed to do something a bit different. There was a lot of talk about getting a band and I was considering it, which is how I somehow arrived at the school orchestra thing. That in turn would lead to the beginning of an album, call it a concept album if you like, call it a musical soundtrack if you prefer, but I started writing songs based around a school orchestra. I’ve now begun about eight different songs, it’s getting in the way of the book I’m supposed to be finishing and also my rehearsals for the live DVD. So then we book a gig at the Islington Academy, it’s a Christmas concert now http://www.imdb.com/gallery/ss/0319343/Ss/0319343/elf_d87-8f.jpg?path=gallery&path_key=0319343
The heat of the English summer has kept me indoors hiding from the noise of the neighbourhood, I’ve found myself wishing it would rain. I’ve watched a fair bit of Glastonbury on TV, at least the four or five acts the BBC have chosen to rotate for us. The Doves, KT Tunstall, Basement Jaxx, Fatboy Slim, Ian Brown, Coldplay http://www2.hawaii.edu/~stopar/images/coldplay.jpg and mainly James Blunt and Somebody Told Me by The Killers over and over again. I thought the White Stripes were mesmerising with their red carpeted stage, their red microphones, timpanis and marimbas, I love it when bands make an effort, put on a hat and a suit.
What about all the other stuff that was on? I wanted to see my mates on telly, I wanted to watch Chris T-T and Art Brut.
Talking of Coldplay http://www.echs.k12.sd.us/Adv%20Pages/Dustin/MY%20PAGE/pink-floyd-dark-side.jpg last night and again tonight they’re playing up the road from here, I heard them last night with fumfty thousand fans singing along to Yellow, there really is no escape. I’m jealous of their fans, of their success but not of the fact that their songs are not really about anything, I’m writing an album about a school orchestra.
Went to see the Frank & Walters at The Water Rats, marvellous.
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TURN AND FACE THE STRANGE |
posted by jim on 15/06/05
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There’s always talk on breakfast TV news programmes – particularly on BBC1’s brekkie prog, where they seem obsessed with the subject – about the troubles of Marks and Spencer and their falling profits etc.
I often go to Marks and Sparks’ cafe for a cappuccino and maybe an almond croissant. I think I may have touched on it in my fabulous autobiography, I’m not sponsored by M & S, far from it, I feel like I shouldn’t even be going into the shop, not even using it as a short cut between the bank and the Whitgift Centre when it’s raining or the high street is particularly full of chuggers http://www.dcu.ie/students/careers/fdr/grad.jpg and clipboard wielding British Gas bullies. I feel I shouldn’t really go there at all because Robert Newman told me not to for political reasons. Unfortunately I like their coffee shop, mainly because it’s customers are about 99% old ladies and the occasional old fella, all getting their cuppa chinos and free biscuit, I like to go places where I’m the youngest person there, it’s good for my ego.
Every now and again they’ll experiment with a change of free biscuit and every time they do it doesn’t work and they have to change back again. People of a certain age don’t like change, wasn’t it William Shakespeare who once said ‘modern life is rubbish’ and went on to record a whole LP about it to illustrate his point.
And then imagine my dismay when Marks try to go all American and marketing man tricksy on me and the OAPs by changing the cup sizes from regular and large to small and regular. This is supposed to make you feel a bit cheap about ordering a small cup and most people want a regular sized drink anyway. Therefore everyone ends up with a bucket of cuppo chino they can’t drink for more money http://www.thom.org/photos/SKDVcoffeepot.jpg , don’t these fools know who their customers are? They should take a look sometime, get out of their smug offices and boardrooms and focus groups, they might see the poor woman serving the old ladies and indie pop stars and have to explain to each and everyone that regular is really actually quite big. And now they’ve had to put empty cups on display with post-it notes stuck on, one with the word SMALL on and the other saying REGULAR. And now they’ve fucked about with the shape of my almond croissant.
In between all this I’ve been writing, both book and music, more news soon.
Finished reading Rat Scabies and The Holy Grail, great book and have started Haunted by Chuck Palahniuk http://www.chuckpalahniuk.com/images/fight-club-novelist-chuck-palahniuk.gif
I don’t know what this might say about me but I’ve bought CDs by Rufus Wainwright and Elliott Smith, if you type these words into Google images you get this: http://images-eu.amazon.com/images/P/B0001W8DNS.03.MZZZZZZZ.jpg I like him as well.
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A NEW MOON IS BORN – I THINK I'LL CALL HIM KEITH |
posted by jim on 6/06/05
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There’s a new moon, it’s a national holiday in the Rebub of Ireland and it’s Ben Lambert from Jim’s Super Stereoworld, the Abdoujaps and Carter’s birthday, happy birthday Ben.
Billy Bragg is on the radio, there’s a great new song by Chris T-T http://www.christt.com/ called Preaching To The Converted that has a line about Billy Bragg going fishing in his 4 by 4, I don’t know if that’s poetic licence or song based fact but Chris T-T is a genius.
I was at an airport in Shoreham in Sussex on Saturday http://myweb.tiscali.co.uk/thestevedaq/air.jpg , I went to see Chris play and also to do a set of songs myself. It was a small festival but tremendous. I did the sort of set I might have done if I was playing at Reading or Glastonbury – the Shoreham gig was called Glastonwick by the way – there is an entertainer in me that loves to please crowds. In that respect I’m like Robbie Williams http://www.sillyjokes.co.uk/dress-up/masks/pop-stars/robbie-williams.html but that’s where the similarities end, I’m not rich beyond my wildest dreams, or indeed arrogant beyond my richest dreams. I haven’t started dressing like Freddie Starr and I didn’t used to be in Take That.
Been planning my future, after the DVD I might do something ambitious and bonkers, but I won’t tell anybody yet because it might not happen and then I’ll look daft http://www.sillyjokes.co.uk/dress-up/masks/pop-stars/robbie-williams.html I like to keep everyone guessing, most of all myself but I will say that I am currently burning the creative carrot at all available ends.
Went to see Beck at the Hammersmith Odeon, where do they put all the seats?
He was fantastic, nicked all my ideas as usual.
Listening to the Art Brut album http://artbrut.nikkidido.com/
Reading ‘Rat Scabies and The Holy Grail’ http://www.geocities.com/ratscabiesholygrail
by Christopher Dawes who is a friend of mine and used to be called Push.
Watching ‘Conviction’ BBC2 Saturday nights http://www.bbc.co.uk/bbcthree/tv/conviction.shtml
Ian Dury is on the radio now, hitting me with his rhythm stick, which reminds me of an incident with the great man in Spain in 1992. http://www.sol.com/images/CA%20Castilla%20la%20Mancha/mancha.jpg
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SID VICIOUS DOES HIS ACCOUNTS |
posted by jim on 28/05/05
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After the fantastic success and Everestian high of last Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday I decided to bring myself back down to earth by spending this Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday doing my accounts. This is the single most tedious and un-looked forward to task of my year and not rock ‘n’ roll at all. I can’t imagine Sid Vicious getting all his receipts and invoices together and going through his bank statements and entering all the information onto spreadsheets (is that what they call them). I can’t picture Keef Richards tapping percentages into his calculator, Cliff Richards yes, Keef no.
To make matters a bit worse I’ve got a cold and the entire neighbourhood seems to be on some sort of DIY hammerthon, bang bang rock ‘n’ roll.
On Friday I went to BBC 6 Music, where would I be without that radio station. I was reviewing singles on the Roundtable programme http://www.recycleannarbor.org/images/reuse/cc/merchandise/9-20-04/roundtable-lg.jpg with Steve Lamacq, Annie Nightingale http://www.mulletboyrecords.com/images/Wicked/Annie2.jpg and Marc – my manager – lookalike Paul Kaye. This was the perfect opportunity to test my doppelganger theories and so I asked Paul Kaye do you think you look like Marc my manager and he said no. He was wrong of course, it was like being stood in a room with twin brothers and then they started talking about Arsenal and it was all getting a bit Fight Club and strange. http://www.wallpaper-area.de/wallpaper/11/459/Fight_Club_020.jpg
I didn’t want to slag the records off on the show because I know what that’s like and tried my best but by about the third one I was doing just that, I couldn’t stop myself. It was the lyrics mainly. Looking at the printed bios of the bands and singers we were reviewing I noticed they were all appearing on Jools Holland and couldn’t help thinking why the cock aren’t I. After the programme we went to the pub for a swift two, Paul Kaye didn’t come but that didn’t matter because Marc was there. Annie Nightingale came along, I like Annie Nightingale, somebody else I couldn’t imagine doing her accounts, we met years ago at the New Cross Venue where I think Carter were appearing under the name Billy Boy & The Bananas or something like that. http://www.rbcu.ru/campaign/nightingale/nightingale.jpg
Before the show I took a stroll around the West End, this is something I seem to do every hottest day of the year. I took a jacket with me because the weather forecast was hot, really hot, boiling hot, but with the chance of thunderstorms. I carried my jacket up to the West End, around the West End and home again in the evening. It didn’t rain.
I bought three for £20 DVDs ( Dodge Ball, Monster and Alien) in HMV and had a coffee and an Oragina in a Café Nero. Being the hottest day of the year the ice machine was broken, this happens every hottest day of the year.
I give myself 7 out of 10.
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PUNXSUTAWNEY PHIL |
posted by jim on 20/05/05
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I feel unusual today, like I’ve just come out the recovery side of a strange illness. The fingernails of my right hand are cracked and split from the strumming and my left hand fingertips are sore and tender and yet as hard as the new floor of a Hoxton studio apartment. My mind is a casserole. There’s half a veggie delight Subway sandwich in my fridge.
Three nights at the Water Rats Theatre, phew what a week that was. All the wonderful singalongs, the patience for the newer songs and the party that was the Jim’s Super Stereoworld set. We have a saying at Team Jim Bob: ‘never return to the scene of the crime’. After a gig and a night’s sleep we tend to leave town as soon as possible, just in case we upset anybody the night before or put in a rubbish performance or drew a tiny crowd. Returning to the Water Rats on the Wednesday and seeing so many of the same faces was like going back to another party in the same place the following day with the same guests, Groundhog Day. Except now everyone was perhaps a bit hungover and sheepish, regretting having bared their arse the previous evening or wishing they hadn’t got into that argument with the barmaid about the price of a beer (£3). Tuesday was so extraordinarily good I couldn’t see how Wednesday stood a chance, but the debut appearance of Fruitbat’s iDou added an extra bit of special and kicked off another superb night. Thursday was of course the return of Jim’s Super Stereoworld, the best fun I’ve had with my clothes on (pink Hawain, white tie, Poundland glasses, Cuban cigar) for some time. Now the questions, more Stereoworld gigs? What next? Today as usual I have no idea, I’m going to see Jimmy Webb in Hammersmith tonight and I’ll forget about it till tomorrow, mull things over over the weekend, see what the cat licks on a flagpole or something like that.
A wonderful week, thank you if you came along or wish you had, I think people might be talking about it for a while to come, it really did feel that special. Bloomsbury demons driven out. Job’s a good ‘un.
TUESDAY SET
101 DAMNATIONS POST HISTORIC MONSTERS ANGELSTRIKE!
SOULMATES SPOILSPORTS PERSONALITY CHURCHBELL
PECKHAM 123 SMART BOMB! VICTIM SCHOOL BULLIED
24 MINUTES FROM TULSE HILL LENNY & TERENCE
SING FAT LADY DUMB AND DUMBER OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE TONGUE TIED CHARLIE BROWN
CHILDREN'S TERRORISM WORKSHOP GEORGIE'S MARV MED
SUICIDE ISN'T PAINLESS UNDER THE THUMB
THE HIPPIES WERE RIGHT THE MUSIC THAT NOBODY LIKES
ANGELSTRIKE! FATMAN GI BLUES
WEDNESDAY SET
30 SOMETHING, WORRY BOMB, GOODNIGHT JIM B & J.R.
SURFIN' USM COOL SECOND TO LAST WILL
CHEAP 'N' CHEESY GOOD HAIR DAY IN THE FUTURE
LET'S GET TATTOOS YOUNG OFFENDER’S
NEW MAN IN THE MORNING DEFEATIST ATTITUDE
GLASGOW KISS CRUEL A TIME TO KILL
SENILE DELINQUENT YOU CAN'T TAKE IT WITH YOU
SHOPPERS' PARADISE THE ONLY LOONEY LEFT ONE TOO MANY
SAY IT WITH FLOWERS CEASEFIRE
A PRINCE IN A PAUPER'S ANYTIME ANYPLACE
SO LONG FAREWELL EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT BLOODSPORT FALLING ON A BRUISE THE FINAL COMEDOWN
THURSDAY SET
1992 THE LOVE ALBUM, A WORLD WITHOUT DAVE
ENGLAND IS WRESTLING FIXED?
A WORLD WITHOUT DAVE AND GOD CREATED BRIXTON
SUPPOSE U GAVE A FUNERAL WHILE YOU WERE OUT
NOWHERE FAST LOOK MUM, NO HANDS!
SKYWEST AND CROOKED THE ONLY LIVING BOY IN NC
DO RE ME, SO FAR SO GOOD IMPOSSIBLE DREAM
JIM’S SUPER STEREOWORLD
CANDY FLOSS HAPPIEST MAN ALIVE BUBBLEGUM
YOU’RE MY MATE BONKERS IN THE NUT
HEADS WILL ROCK YOUNG DUMB AND FULL OF FUN
WHEN YOU’RE GONE PSRTS 1 & 2 A BAD DAY
MY NAME IS JOHN BIG FLASH CAR JIM’S MOBILE DISCO
COULD U B THE 1 TOUCHY FEELY PARTYWORLD
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THE EASYJETSET |
posted by jim on 15/05/05
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If you can remember the seventies then you weren’t there, that’s what they say isn’t it. I’m having trouble remembering this past week, does that mean I wasn’t there. Were Marc and Mr. Spoons travelling up and down the country talking about football and what they would or wouldn’t do for a million pounds in vain. Should I be using question marks? Are these questions hypothetical.
I’m consulting my Simpsons calendar, which tells me today is Debra Winger’s birthday http://images.google.co.uk/images?hl=en&lr=&ie=ISO-8859-1&q=debra+winger and also the day that Betty Carter the unstoppable sex machine http://images.google.co.uk/images?q=betty+carter&hl=en&lr=&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&tab=wi was born back in 1930.
My Simpson’s calendar also reminds me of a few salient facts: Monday the 9th I was in a man named Carl’s house in Brighouse West Yorkshire, performing for 80 minutes (my manager times everything) to around thirty people in his front room. Carl bought me on ebay, it was a strange experience but enjoyable, the house was lovely as were the biscuits and the guests and so on, we filmed a bit of it for my future DVD release so you can see some of what went on then, including my fantastic goal scored against a small boy. The train journey there was slow – British railway slow – we missed our connection at Wakefield and had to wait for an hour. During that Wakefield hour we noticed a teenager with a canvas bag with the words CARTER USM written on in biro. I thought he must be too young to be a fan of anything I’d been involved in but I think I was wrong, he walked past us a couple of times and gave us sideways looks. I wish I’d spoken to him and who knows, maybe he feels likewise.
Tuesday was Bristol, Carter’s very first fan Scott was there. I haven’t seen him for years, he’s now a tour manager and roadie for big bands and it was good to see him again. The gig was two forty five minute sets of dumb jokes and repartee with a few songs thrown in. The drunk entertaining bloke who was there last time was there again and fell asleep before the second set again, it’s nice to know there are still things we can rely on this world. Had a late night Italian (ooer) and went to bed (ooer). Next day Birmingham – Bob Marley day in Jamaica.
Because I felt somehow disappointed by some of the last tour we decided to go back to the venues that we’d enjoyed on the tour before the last. Hence Tuesday was Birmingham Bar Academy, played 32 songs but not Dumb And Dumber, my new single http://www.carterusm.co.uk/shop.html that I’m supposed to be promoting, I’m rubbish. In two days we’ll run out of copies of the single that I’m supposed to be promoting because I didn’t put enough copies in the car at the start of the week. On BBC Radio Leeds I’ll perform the song and won’t be able to reach the notes on the chorus and leave the studio with a red face.
Leeds Joseph’s Well was also one of the venues we’d known and loved before so we went back there as well. And also Glasgow 13th Note on Friday the 13th, under a ladder on a stage covered in spilt salt. All good gigs, great audiences, wonderful singalongs, hooray etc.
Other stuff: we ate a lot of sweets and chocolate in the car, we went to greasy spoons with Mr Spoons in Kendal http://images.google.co.uk/images?q=kendal+mint+cake&hl=en&lr=&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&tab=wi and Pershore. It’s so strange to be served friendlyly (my new word for the day) I miss such quaint provincial peculiarities in London, going away makes me want to move house.
MENU
We had noodles in Glasgow, Jaffa Cakes in West Yorkshire, pizza in Bristol, Burgers in Birmingham, more pizza in Leeds, gin and tonic all over the place. We stayed in identical hotel rooms everywhere we went. We listened to our individually compiled compilations in the car. We heard The Jam, Elvis Costello, Bowie, Denim, Razorlight, embarrassing hits of the 70’s and 80’s and Neil’s Australian artist collection and I’m not talking about Rolf Harris
Monsieur Cuillères stayed in Scotland for football and hill walking while me and Marcus T easy-jetted it back to London
The rest is a blur.
Next stop JSSW rehearsals and those Water Rats gigs.
Looking forward to seeing the debut of Fruitbat’s new project iDOU me, Neil and Marc have formed a rival act called JIMP3.
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BERLIN TAKES MY BREATH AWAY (AGAIN) |
posted by jim on 9/05/05
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Couldn’t stay for the weekend VE Day riots to throw stuff at the neo nazis but did have a great time in Berlin. The gig was in an old theatre, a good crowd, I’d like to think I played both my little hearts out – not the new Doctor Who but the real Doctor Who – We started filming what is hoped will be a short ill conceived documentary to go with my live DVD. The short doc is titled ‘Team Jim Bob – We’ve Gone On Holiday By Mistake’ and is being directed by – I don’t know if you’ve heard of him – Marc Ollington, it’s his first movie but we have high hopes of him and expect one or two Oscars. The day before the gig we climbed halfway up the Victory Tower http://images.google.co.uk/images?q=victory+tower+berlin&hl=en&lr=&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&tab=wi and once we were there we thought we might as well finish the job. My legs are still smarting from the sixty million spiral steps to the summit and I’m getting a touch of vertigo just reminiscing about it. Chris T-T http://duckyfuzz.tripod.com/ was with us and we all missed the gen-elec together in a bar in Berlin. I know it was impossible in so many ways but I did have to imagine what would it have been like to go to Germany for a couple of days and then come back home to find that Veritas had won the election and Robert Kilroy Silk was Prime Minister.
Back in London I rehearsed on Sunday with Jim’s Super Stereoworld, it was as though we had never stopped. The only howling mistakes were when Pete Allinson The Third mistimed a couple of cigarette breaks. Pete had a spectacular hangover, he’d been so drunk at The Groucho Club http://www.thegrouchoclub.com/ that he had to leave before Pete Doherty did one of his impromptu gigs. That’s what I call a shoe being on the other foot situation, for once Pete D stays for the gig while Pete A is too shit faced to go through with it. Call the Daily Mirror.
In a minute I’m going North to Carl’s back garden gig, hope it goes well. People have said what’s it like to play to 60,000 people it must be terrifying but twenty or thirty people in a garden is a hell of a lot scarier, funny isn’t it.
Shit, I’m gonna be late better go.
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