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A SHORT BLOG TO MARK GOFFAM DAY |
posted by jim on 3/03/09
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Today has been declared ‘Goffam Day’.
We (Team Jim Bob) had a Humpty Day before the release of my last album ‘A Humpty Dumpty Thing’ and Goffam Day marks the start of the build up to the release of my next solo record ‘Goffam’.
It helps give us a bit of focus and the feeling that we have some control over what can be a fairly frustrating process – releasing an album.
I spent 4 days at Center Parcs as a pre reward for what will be a lot of cutting and pasting, typing out address labels, sticking stamps on padded envelopes and writing nice emails to radio producers.
A lot of people think that Center Parcs is entirely under some sort of super dome. That’s the way it was advertised in the eighties and that’s the image that’s stuck. In reality the majority of the Parcs is in a big old forest. A forest chockfull of wildlife. Ducks, geese and swans, squirrels, rabbits and deer.
I’ve said it before, but I really like Center Parcs. It was originally the brainchild of a Dutch entrepreneur. And there is something very Dutch about the place. People seem somehow laid back. Maybe it’s the bikes. I’m sure as soon as everyone is back in their cars and through the exit, normal aggressive service is resumed.
This has been a short blog about Center Parcs and Goffam Day.
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MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING |
posted by jim on 9/01/09
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I’ve lost the power to articulate my anger at the little things in life.
I used to be able to bang on for ages about saxophones on TV theme tunes and indie bands who kept their coats on when they were on Top of The Pops. These days I just can’t seem to get my goat going.
I want to write a thousand words about why I don’t like the whole idea of the BBC Sound of 2009. And how I hate what Andrew Lloyd Webber is doing to the Eurovision Song Contest. I know I won’t be able to cope if Robbie Williams spoils this year’s Take That comeback shows, but I can’t put it into any more words than that.
This following statement annoys me:
‘Strong record sales in 2008 despite economic downturn
As more and more companies struggle in the ongoing economic recession, the UK music industry seems to be bucking the trend.
It's been revealed that UK single sales broke records last year.
Downloads went up by a third, and 2008 was the biggest sales year on record in terms of single sales in all formats, with 115 million single tracks sold.
Albums didn't fare so well; although while sales dropped by 3.2 per cent year on year, it's still a relatively small decline in the current climate.’
I have to confess, I hate download only music. It scares me. If a band releases a download album, who’s to say that in the future that album will have existed at all? Music will be like a tree falling in a deserted forest.
I remember getting my first single made and opening the box and spreading the records out on the floor. It was fantastic. I had the same experience when my book was published. Fill a bookshelf up with your own book and see how good it makes you feel about yourself and the world. I hate download books too.
2009 started off promisingly for me when I helped erect a shed in our garden on New Year’s Day morning. It felt like a good way to begin a year of getting stuff done and creating things. I have to confess things have slowed down since then and I’ve slipped into a routine of watching videos and browsing the internet. But I won’t lose hope. 2009, bring it on motherfuckers!
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THE TEAM JIM BOB 2008 CULTURAL REVIEW |
posted by jim on 10/12/08
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JIM BOB
Top 10 Albums of the Year
1. Alas I Cannot Swim – Laura Marling
2. Conor Oberst – Conor Oberst
3. Juno Soundtrack – Various
4. The Seldom Seen Kid – Elbow
5. Fleet Foxes – Fleet Foxes
6. Glasvegas – Glasvegas
7. Sixes and Sevens –Adam Green
8. Dig!!! Lazarus Dig!!! – Nick Cave
9. Momofuku – Elvis Costello
10. Everything is Borrowed – The Streets
Top 4 Gigs of the Year (Couldn’t manage ten. Need to get out more)
Laura Marling at the Scala
Laura Marling at St James Church
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds at Hammersmith Odeon
The Dears at Porchester Hall
Books of the Year (Need to get out more)
1. The Road – Cormac McCarthy
2. Snuff – Chuck Palahniuk
3. Atonement – Ian McEwan
4. Submarine – Joe Dunthorne
5. Gone Baby Gone – Dennis Lehane
6. Story of My Life – Jay McInerney
7. Cormac McCarthy – No Country for Old Men
8. The Butt – Will Self
9. The Secret Life of a Teenage Punk Rocker – Andy Blade
10. The Complete Guide to Standard Script Formats – Cole/Haag
Top 10 Movies of the Year
1. Juno
2. Eagle Vs Shark
3. Atonement
4. The Kite Runner
5. In Bruges
6. Gone Baby Gone
7. Son of Rambow
8. No Country for Old Men
9. Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull
10. The Assassination of Jesse James
Bubbling under: In The Valley of Elah, Breaking and Entering, Rendition,
Once, Joe Strummer – The Future is Unwritten
Top TV
The IT Crowd
The Big Bang Theory
Criminal Justice
Would I Lie to You?
Mock the Week
CSI
Stephen Fry in America
House
Harry Hill’s TV Burp
Charlie Brooker’s Screenwipe
The Olympics
Other wonderful stuff
Russell Brand’s radio show
Collings and Herrin Podcast
Universal Studios LA
The Revolution Continues, New Chinese Art at The Saatchi Gallery
The Samuel Oschin Planetarium Show at the Griffith Observatory, presented by Troy McClure
MARC
(Team Jim Bob Manager)
Albums Of The Year
(This was the best year for albums in the past 20 years)
1. Indelicates - American Demo
2. Conor Oberst - Conor Oberst
3. Neil Diamond - Home Before Dark
4. Scarlett Johansson - Anywhere I Lay My Head
5. Keane - Perfect Symmetry
6. British Sea Power - Do You Like Rock Music?
7. TV On The Radio - Dear Science
8. The Killers - Day & Age
9. Flight Of The Conchords - Flight Of The Conchords
10. Vampire Weekend - Vampire Weekend
11. MGMT - MGMT
12. Chris T-T - Capital
13. Girls Aloud - Out Of Control
14. The Sparks - Exotic Creatures Of The Deep
15. Fleet Foxes - Fleet Foxes
16. Britney Spears - Circus
17. Nick Cave - Dig!!! Lazarus Dig!!!
18. The Last Shadow Puppets - The Age Of understatement
19. The Ting Tings - We Started Nothing
20. Laura Marling - Alas I Can Not Swim
Song Of The Year
The Killers - Human (The best pop song written in the last 10 years)
Gigs Of The Year
1. Keane @ LA Roxy
2. Nick Cave @ Hollywood Bowl
3. Conor Oberst @ Henry Fonda Theatre
4. Russell Brand @ LA Roxy
5. British Sea Power @ Shepherds Bush Empire
TV Shows Of The Year (The best year for TV ever I reckon)
1. Doctor Who/Sarah Jane/Torchwood
2. Gavin and Stacey
3. Lost
4. Peep Show
5. The Apprentice
6. Harry Hill's TV Burp
7. Dragon's Den
8. Ramsey's US Kitchen Nightmares
9. Curb Your Enthusiasm
10. The Office (American Version)
11. Would I Lie To You
12. Survivors
13. The Wire
14. Without A Trace
15. 8 Out Of 10 Cats
16. Tonight With Jonathan Ross
17. Solitary 2.0
18. Strictly Come Dancing
19. The IT Crowd
20. The X-Factor
Films Of The Year
(A wonderful year for films too! I went to the cinema over thirty times!)
1. Iron Man
2. Tropic Thunder
3. Juno
4. Son Of Rambow
5. Ghost Town
6. Superbad
7. Zac and Miri Make A Porno
8. The Visitor
9. No Country For Old Men
10. The Other Boleyn Girl
11. The Dark Knight (Heath Ledger wasn't as good as everyone makes out
though)
12. Atonement
13. Indiania Jones and The Kingdom Of The Crystal Skull
14. Stepbrothers
15. Hancock
16. Definitely, Maybe
17. The Incredible Hulk
18. Forgetting Sarah Marshall
19. Cloverfield
20. Sommers Town
Books Of The Year (What I read, not when it came out)
1. Writers Tales - Russell T. Davies
2. Motel Life - Willy Vaughan
3. Submarine - Joe Dunthorne
4. Making History - Stephen Fry
5. Meetings With Morrissey - Len Brown
6. Bowie In Berlin - Thomas Jerome Seabrook
7. Gotcha! The Story Of The Sun - Chris Horrie
8. Microserfs - Douglas Coupland
9. Timoleon Vieta Come Home - Dan Rhodes
10. Bright Lights, Big City - Jay McInnery
Hero Of The Year
Fox Soccer Channel (for giving me Prem action while in the US)
Event Of The Year
1. Carter at Birmingham Academy
2. Barrack Obama winning that election thingy
Most Missed
I missed Sarah Palin in December for comedy value
NEIL (MR SPOONS)
(Team Jim Bob uber roadie, webmaster, driver, chef, backing vocalist, bubble controller etc)
Top 10 Gigs (excluding Carter/Jim/Les):
1. Yazoo @ Hammersmith Odeon - June
2. Sultans @ LA2 - Feb
3. Wedding Parties Anything @ LA2 - April
Best of the rest in no particular order:
Gary Numan @ Indigo, 02 - Sept
Darren Hanlon @ Brunswick - Aug
Chris T-T & Band @ The shitest venue in the world, 93 Feet East
Little Man Tate @ LA2 - May
Helmholtz Resonators @ Grove - June
Crowded House @ Glasto
Tim Ten Yen - Brixton Windmill around Feb Time I think although this may have been last year
Books:
A Writer's Tale - Russell T Davies & Ben Cook
Gordon Ramsay - Playing with Fire
Been trying to read Watching the Engligh by Kate Fox, but that has been relegated to 'bog read' status as the woman makes me want to scream.
Films:
EDIT: Cloverfield & Juno(totally forgot they were this year)
Forgetting Sarah Marshall
Vantage Point
X-Files Movie (I'm the only person in the world that thinks it was OK - Mrs Spoons fell asleep hafway through)
Saw a few others but they were unfeasibly shite
Albums:
Capital - Chris T-T
Cruel Guards - The Panics
TV:
1. Doctor Who
2. Lost
3. Damages
4. Spooks
5. SJA
And two that jumped the shark: Prison Break, Heroes
Worst TV ever: Bonekickers
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NOTHING TO BLOG ABOUT |
posted by jim on 18/10/08
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Yes, I’m rubbish at this.
So much time has passed me by without fulfilling my blog duties.
I’ve said it before but I just don’t live a life worth writing or reading about.
It would be one long description of a man getting out of bed over and over again. Eating the same two – well not the exact same two but you know what I mean – Sainsbury’s own brand Weetabix every morning, watching the BBC Breakfast show and getting more and more wound up at how the programme is only about one minute long. A minute that just keeps rolling round and round, linked by ever more navel gazing presenters. Talking about their experiences on ‘Strictly’ and trying out new and crazy sports etc. And the way the Scots weather woman can’t pronounce the word Scotland has started to bother me.
After breakfast I head into the ‘office’ to check my emails and then I do one form of writing or other. Music or words usually. I browse the interweb and find nothing but still manage to waste a few hours a day looking at it. I think I preferred the web when it was just porn and Star Trek. There are too many things to check out on iplayer and Listen Again. On Listen Again I can listen again to DJs who’ve played Carter records to see what they said about the records. I’m often disappointed to find out they only played them as part of some guilty pleasures phone in, getting listeners to text and email their witty reasons for why my music should never be played on the radio ever again.
I did win all time worst haircut in pop as voted for by Orange. I beat Amy Winehouse
and Limahl from Kajagoogoo and I must confess I felt kind of proud about it all. Until I looked it up and found yet another pithy comment about how I was smelly and had a dog on a string or something.
I did a short gig for Lexapalooza in North London. I’ve been rehearsing for the Carter shows. I went to three parties. A 90th birthday party in a sheltered housing unit, a visiting US friend’s birthday party and the Cherry Red Records 30th Anniversary party, where I played a short set. That’s the most parties I’ve been to since I was sixteen.
I went to see The Dears in a building with fancy chandeliers and no parking.
As usual – when my new album is recorded it’s going to blow your minds, as is my novel and my film and so many other things I have to do before I’m thirty.
Rock on Tommy
Listens
Fleet Foxes
Glasvegas
Reads
Outer Dark – Cormac McCarthy
No Country for Old Men – Cormac McCarthy
Watches
Gone Baby Gone
Breaking and Entering
Rendition
In The Valley of Elah
Forgetting Sarah Marshall
Everything is Illuminated
Keane (not the band the film)
There Will Be Blood
No Country for Old Men
Flags of Our Fathers
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THE ACCIDENTAL BLOGGER |
posted by jim on 28/08/08
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I’ve got blogger’s block. I don’t know how people do it. I read a few blogs. Andrew Collins, Richard Herring, Chris T-T and my manager Marc’s LA adventures. The one thing they have in common with each other and not with me is their regularity. My last entry here was on July 21st – a month ago.
Is it because I like to keep myself to myself, just like all serial killers and gun nuts do? Or is it more likely that I just don’t do enough with my life that is worthy of sharing with the world?
Don’t get too excited by this new blog. It doesn’t mean I’ve suddenly got loads of stuff to tell you. I haven’t walked on the moon or been nominated for a Mercury Music Prize. Seriously, what do I have to do to win that thing? Oh, I need to enter it, I see. Maybe next time.
I have started writing songs for my next Mercury Prize winning record. I’ve started eleven songs. I’ve plugged in all my dusty recording equipment to record some demos. I’ve discovered that all my dusty recording equipment is broken. So I’ve bought a replacement gizmo, which I’m currently sitting at home waiting for the delivery thereof. It’s on the truck apparently.
It’s going to be something of a concept album I’m afraid. Not as strict a concept as ‘School’ but not quite as loose a concept as ‘A Humpty Dumpty Thing’. Conceptually somewhere in between those two un-nominated for a prize masterpieces.
I don’t know what it’s going to sound like. I have an idea, but until this dude arrives with my package and I can spend a frustrating amount of time learning how to use it, I won’t be sure. I estimate that it will not be a rock record. It will probably be close to my solo live show though. But who knows, maybe it will contain something for everyone. Some R n B, some rock and a couple of ballads for the ladies. With a little bit of rapping. Or maybe it won’t. Like I say, until that lorry turns up.
I’ve bought a lo-fi video camera and plan to film the record’s development and whack it all up on the interweb.
I’ve mostly been reading ‘The Road’ by Cormac McCarthy (incredible) and ‘Knockemstiff’ by Donald Ray Pollock, I’ve been watching Rendition
Son of Rambow Vantage Point
Be Kind Rewind
Batman Begins
and listening to Conor Oberst from Bright Eyes. I went to see him live last night. He was amazingly good.
What’s that sound? Beep beep beep beep, vehicle reversing, vehicle reversing. Watch this space.
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MIGHTY MOUSE HAS COME TO SAVE THE DAY |
posted by jim on 21/07/08
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It’s been a long time.
So, I want to get rid of the fat bits and I finally got round to buying a bike. That would certainly get me fit and off my lazy arse in the way the mini trampoline and the dull sit ups and no cheese or crisps and Coca Cola diet failed to do. The bike arrived in a big cardboard box. It was ready built apart from a few easy bits of assembly, which took me two days. Then it wouldn’t stop raining. Would I ever get out on my new bicycle? Would I ever get my body back to its skinny 1990’s “Is Jim on heroin?” best?
There was a gap in the wet weather and I seized my day. I live at the top of a hill. In every direction from my house it is either very uphill or very downhill. I must have ridden about five minutes uphill before I was shaking and I was coughing and trying not to vomit. I was shocked at just how out of shape I am. It would seem that months on end of sitting in a dull room typing not all that much really into a computer doesn’t make you into Lance Armstrong.
I left the safety of my house and risked certain knife crime death the other day to film a forty-seven minute interview for Cherry Red TV. I also sung a couple of songs. It should be up on their site in about a week. I’ll let you know.
On the tube home I was already regretting half the things I said in the interview. I was in a fairly candid mood. And in the glimpses I caught of myself on the TV monitor I looked like an old fat bellied tramp.
I’ve watched these films recently. They were all good.
In order of goodness:
Joe Strummer – The Future is Unwritten
Atonement
Notes on A Scandal
Once
Notes on A Scandal
Eastern Promises
Sweeney Todd
I Am Legend
Control
Into The Wild
I saw the absolutely incredibly good Laura Marling in a church in Piccadilly.
I played a successful Glastonbury set. I got sunburned.
I read ‘Snuff’ by Chuck Palahniuk, which is filthy and outrageous and quite brilliant.
I’m currently reading ‘Atonement’.
Listening to Adam Green and Carole King.
I might self publish my novel.
I’ve been busy working on something I’m not going to talk about in case it dies on its arse before seeing the light of day. I only mention it because I wouldn’t want people to think I was wasting my life away doing sod all.
I’d like to write some new songs but they aren’t there at the moment. Give ‘em time.
I have a meeting with Gordon Brown about knife crime and what to do about it. How about this for starters:
Number 1: He brings the troops home. The money saved will help pay for my other ideas and will also set a good example to the youth. Bombing innocent people out of house and home to get your hands on their petrol is a bad example.
And then in no particular order we can plough all the money saved into opening and rebuilding all the facilities for sports and education etc that Thatcher and then Blair closed down during their time in power.
If we need something to shut down to keep a nice balance between opening and closing things. We can shut down all those shops that sell ‘sporting’ knives and swords and replica guns on the high streets. Again, they set a bad example. I know that if you want a knife you just have to go into the kitchen but glamorising the blade in the shop window can’t be helping.
Of course, if people are going to commit these horrific acts of needless violence then they should be locked up. And if there aren’t enough prisons, build another one. It isn’t rocket science. Once again, the money saved in Iraq and Afghanistan will help. Hey and think of the employment created with all the prison building.
I’m not really meeting Gordon Brown but just in case I get asked, it’s best to have some kind of a plan so I don’t look like a doughnut.
Mmmmm doughnuts.
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RANDY NEW MAN |
posted by jim on 6/06/08
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I'm back from my first proper holiday for fumfty years or so. I went to Los Angeles to spend a few days with my good friends Marc and Emma and another few days with my other good fiends Cerise and Mark. As Marc is also my manager, naturally he'd come up with a packed itinerary for my stay. I got to do all the things I should have done on my various other trips to LA with Carter but didn't do. Back in them Carter days I spent most of my time sat in a hotel room watching CNN or by a pool with a hangover. So it was brilliant to go bowling (which I was good at for the first time in my life, possibly due to the fact that I was wearing my Joe 90 glasses – yes, like my hero Elvis Costello I am now a specky – I've never got so many strikes and spares in all my life). Also perhaps due to my four eyes superpowers I won a third-life-size Spiderman for Emma at Universal Studios by throwing a ball into a hole. Also on our itinerary was the cinema for the new Indiana Jones film, educational trips to the Griffith Observatory and the Getty Centre. We also went on a bus tour of the stars Hollywood homes and saw where the Fresh Prince lived and where the Osbournes apparently didn't:they used to film there and then go home afterwards, TV is fake.
We then hired bikes to cycle up and down the beaches of LA on Memorial Day.
Here are me and Marc on the beach
I saw the bloke from the Eels whose book I'd just read, I didn't speak to him. Just before we got to LA Marc and Emma had very nearly ran Britney Spears over.
The show on the ceiling of the Samuel Oschin Planetarium theater at the Griffith Observatory was narrated by Troy McClure from the Simpsons and he also introduced the Indiana Jones movie, drove us around Hollywood in his minibus and took us on a tour of Universal Studios before it burned down. I love that about America, the showbiz. It makes a trip to Madam Tussaud's or the pictures in Croydon seem just that little bit shit.
Our days with Mark (with a k) and Cerise were lovely too. They live in the hills of Los Feliz. Great views, hummingbirds, palm trees and skunks. I didn't know till I went there that the animal skunk smelled the same as the weapons grade dope skunk. Hence the name. Parts of Los Feliz smelled like South London. Mark and Cerise are in the movie business and who knows, maybe I am too.
We flew back to London in time for me to play a few songs at the Brixton Windmill. It was weird because I had a touch of jetlag and because I'd only just got back I felt like a bit of a foreigner. Great gig though. I sung a few songs with the Abdoujaps too.
The BBC ain't half getting on my nerves these days. The latest thing they like to do is to make two versions of the same programme (the Culture Show, Jools Holland, Have I Got News For You etc). One long version and one half hour version. They show the 30 minute programme first, so you watch that one, then they tell you to catch more stuff on the full length version a couple of days later. So you have to watch the same stuff you've already watched to see the extra bits. Why not just put the full length one on and forget about the shorter version?
My mum is something of a Doctor Dolittle. In her garden she has various birds, a squirrel, a fox and now a small family of rats. It's like Farthing Wood in my mum's garden. The thing is that some nosy neighbour has seen the rats and now the council are going to come round and kill them. What really is it that makes rats so evil in the minds of humans?
They're in the garden not the house. They look pretty clean to me. Let the rats be I say. People are the same with foxes and hens with flu. Bloody murdering humans.
Back to knife crime watch. More soon.
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JIM NICE BUT DIM |
posted by jim on 7/05/08
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Without fail as soon as the sun comes out proper, so do the noisy neighbours. No, this isn’t nimbyism. They aren’t in my back yard they’re in theirs. They’ve been building something in their garden for a number of years now. Never quite get it finished. It’s like a really shitty slow episode of Ground Force. I wonder what it will turn out to be if they ever complete the work and Titchmarsh and the ginger woman with no bra come out from behind the fence with a bottle of champagne.
Every year as soon as it gets a bit sunny, just as Robin Williams might have advised them to do, they seize the day. Sawing and grinding. Shouting and ‘a hammering. The radio is on fucking loud too. I can mainly hear the bass. I think it’s some sort of 80s station with occasional nineties filler. I just heard what I think was the Eurythmics and also the Sugababes. It’s what Nelson Mandela’s Hyde Park birthday party will sound like.
I had thought of tuning my radio in to whatever it is they’re listening to, to see if one cancels out the other. Instead I went to Sainsburys. I don’t really need anything in Sainsburys. I want to sit in the garden and read my Will Self book. My shopping list demonstrates this quite well: tangy sandwich pickle, tomato ketchup, 4 potatoes, 3 onions and some Sainsbury’s own cola. The £1.29 cola price tag also illustrates my tightness.
It’s my first day off for a while. I’ve been writing something and haven’t left the house for weeks. To most people, sitting in front of a computer thinking up stuff in between surfing the net, checking email and watching The Sweeney every other day on ITV 3 or 4 is a day off. Some would say that every day of my life is a day off.
I’m going to LA soon to see my friend and manager. He has a strict and full itinerary of fun events planned. Indian Jones, Universal Studios, bowling etc. I wonder what will have happened to London by the time I get back. How long will the Boris Johnson effect take to affect. I personally think the old white haired idiot seems like a nice enough sort of bloke. I doubt he’s evil and probably is pretty genuine about most of what he says. I just wouldn’t have necessarily put him in charge of such an enormous amount of cash and responsibility
I met Ken Livingstone many years ago and although I wasn’t that impressed with how he wasn’t that impressed with meeting me, I do think if somebody has to do it then he’s probably the best man for the job of London Mayor. If it was a laugh we were after why didn’t we give the chain and mace* to Pete Doherty.
I need a day off from all these days off.
*I know the London Mayor doesn't have a chain or mace.
It was just a silly fact free gag.
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THINGS TO BUY FROM AMAZON |
posted by jim on 28/03/08
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THE START OF SUMMER
1. Les (Fruitbat) sent me this bit of audio from a Radio One interview we did as Carter sometime in 1992. It was at the big press junket in Brussels to mark the release of our LP ‘1992 The Love Album’. In the interview we both seemed pretty angry about something, or indeed, about everything. That kind of thing is quite uncomfortable to listen to now. It’s the same when I read old interviews in the NME or wherever. Not that I do that very often you understand. Although I did read a few things when I was writing my really quite superb ‘Goodnight Jim Bob’ autobiography
2. Isn’t it daft the way they’ve used ‘Blister in The Sun’ by the Violent Femmes in that lager advert and the band – I presume it’s them – have had to re-sing the words to remove any suggestion of – I don’t know what, drugs I presume. The lines that before were ‘When I’m walking I strut my stuff and I’m so strung out / I’m high as a kite, I just might stop to check you out’ have been altered slightly to ‘When I’m walking I strut my stuff and I’m so hung out / I fly like a kite, I just might stop to check you out’. Daft.
3. I’m currently working on something that I can’t talk about in case I jinx it. Like I did with my ‘novel’. Unpublished for such a long time now that it can’t be any good.
4. My unpublished novel is brilliant by the way.
5. My manager Marc seems to be having a blast in LA He’d only been there for a week when he was at a pool party with An Oscar winning actress
6. We’ve used way too much gas in our house this past quarter.
7. My nephew is playing rugby for England under 16s.
8. Mrs Bob has gone to Devon. I suspect that she and Fruitbat (in OZ), Marc (in LA), Mr Spoons (also Oz) are really in a safe house in the Cotswolds planning a big surprise party for me.
9. Go buy Chris T-T’s new LP 'CAPITAL'
It’s really good. I sing on a few songs, but don’t let that put you off.
10. I’ve bought
this:
this:
this:
this:
And this:
And this:
Oh and this:
So now you know what my next album will sound like.
More soon.
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Euro-lack-of-vision |
posted by jim on 2/03/08
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I don’t know. Picking that Andy Abrahams with his song that wouldn’t have made it onto a Lemar album over Michele Gayle’s obvious Eurovision winning tune. Makes me want to emigrate.
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