Bump start to oblivion Over the last year or so I’ve started writing about half a dozen blog posts, abandoned them …revised them …abandoned them again …wondered what the hell I was on about, and generally banged my confused mind against the inside of my cranium in a vain attempt to communicate, what I eventually…
The morning after the month before yesterday Travelling by road through the Norfolk Broads in the claustrophobia of the dank dark night might not present the best vista of its stunning natural beauty, however if like us you were lucky enough to find your way to a little pub in Horsey the first Friday…
The summer lobotomy is a no-brainer Back in the ‘old days’ peoples who journeyed over vast continents, through scorching deserts, over ‘Charlie-topped’ mountains, across ferocious raging rivers and traversed great bulging glaciers, were called pioneers. I had a Pioneer stereo once, and it did none of these. What it did do was to…
Perhaps..? Ah! Once upon a time there was a big shinny yellow thing… it used to come out and hide behind big fluffy puffy things in the sky… I think he was shy because he kept peeping through little gaps …but also he was sad and he made the fluffy spongy things melt…
I now pronounce you band and album… you may now kiss your sanity goodbye! For the epic tale of how we made the ‘Feels Good to Feel Good’ album from an old fairy liquid bottle and half a ball of string you can refer back to previous blog posts… it’s all there, in all its…
A Palace in the mind is worth two in the band Well we all know what its like… after months slaving away… you pop out to the local brick merchant’s to get that last missing brick to complete the building of your very own personal palace… only to find that the local council have…
Quiet the mind to find the space for reason We finally settled the album naming debate… or rather, the album decided to settle the naming debate and choose the name for itself… and it chose ‘Feels Good to Feel Good’. Not a song title on the album, but a line from our track ‘Rhythm…
Too sick to mooch the frog… let alone walk the dog Occasionally we all feel a little under the weather, and sometimes that means that one of our band members is incapacitated by some malaise or other. This doesn’t usually prevent us from carrying on with the gig, unless of course Jeff, being the…
Elementary my dear bleeding hearts For the obligatory, commercially, media over-hyped Valentine’s evening, we were the very ‘anti-hype’ guests of Doug Brown for another of his ‘On The Menu’ sessions at ‘The Murderers’ in the centre of Norwich just around the corner from the Castle. Otherwise known as The Gardener’s Arms, it’s one of…
Zen and the art of Banjaxeling Zen During the span of your lifetime you will live though some, if not a number of human historical events that shape not only the culture of the world we live in, but the very possibilities of the survival and evolution of our species. Maybe some of these…
Utterly Banjaxeld! 