Smoking Pistols

Last night I watched a documentary on Hawkwind. 70s mentalist psychedelic rock. Wild shit.

There was trips down memory lane to the times when Lemmy would stay up for a whole week, get lost, have to hitch-hike to gigs across America and also about the time when their poet/singer went mad, bought some guns then chased the band out of a hotel with a large knife.This made me think also of the other nutters of the time would live insane lives and put on mental shows. Bowie would change his entire personality from time to time and Michael Jackson had a monkey. These people were all fucking nuts, but they still made amazing music and were recognised for doing so.

And now I think about the modern high profile music scene. Doherty is in the papers all the time, but he is really a pretty predictable smack head these days, otherwise what is there?You could never imagine Alex Turner aiming a loaded gun at a journalist or any of Franz Ferdinand wearing an all in one pink cock suit.As long as bands are getting the press they want and making sure the have a well dusted coke nose then all is rosey. Obscure poetry about a whole lot of mind bending shit has now been replaced by tales of the everyday. Things that happen to everyone. Fair enough, a little bit of this can be good, but where the fuck has the escapism gone?

Fuck it, I'm off to buy a cape and ride through Dundee screaming "Burn the little people" at the top of my voice while brandishing a large flame.x

Slowing to a terrible halt.

Its August now. A month of not much at all for us.

The mighty P.C. Markie is off on holiday with his lady wife for the next two weeks. Michael John McFarlane is off to Ireland for the weekend, and we have no gigs for a month or so. Its going to be tough, yes sir-eeee.

Though this has given us the time to piss about with song new or half finished songs. Having a month to do it in is turning out to be a good thing, as its a total nightmare trying to create something original. Sitting at home with guitars and the likes feels terribly restricting sometimes, but with us been skint constantly we cant really afford the luxury of time and finance. I have got my old Yamaha keyboard out of the cupboard and am joyfully pissing about on that in my very own one fingered style. M.J.F currently has my synth (which I blew a chunk of student loan on a few years ago) and he is hopefully going to master it.

So come our next gig, Aberdeen in September, we are going to be Kraftwerk.

Ace.