Am in the studio today. We’re laying down a completely new tune. It hasn’t even got a name yet. Any ideas?
The track is about the nightmare that is long distance relationships and the trauma that loneliness causes for an already tortured mind. Sounds upbeat eh? Truth is it is. It’s a 128 bpm tempo which is apparently the pop song formula. We’ll see!
This will be track number 8 of the album complete. We’re getting there and the record is really taking shape. I sincerely hope you feel as positive when you hear it, as I do now.
I am sorry I’ve been a bit crap with the old posts recently. I’ve been so busy with various things that I literally don’t have time.
But I will make time. Shit loads of news to come soon. TV pitches and book publications to name a couple.
This might sound like a bizarre request, but does anyone that doesn’t drink actually enjoy Real Ale Festivals? Because if you do, and you live on the Isle of Wight, you could be the man/woman to save the day!
Me and Tim are playing at Rookley Real Ale Festival on Friday Night. Now there is one problem. As it’s a small event, with a tiny budget, we’re getting paid in beer.
Now in the 1960’s it wouldn’t have been a problem. We just get smashed and then drive home.
Drink driving is for mugs.
If anyone fancies giving me and young Timothy a lift, we’ll forever be in your debt!
We’ll pay petrol, get you free entrance to the Festival and chuck you a couple of copies of the album.
We have 4 separate themes to get you excited. We want your tweets in discussing Tits, Cocks, Balls & Monet Art. We don’t want to attract to many Jeremy Kyle types so we’ve thrown in Monet Art for you culture vultures.
I’ve just left the studio having completed track number six of my second album. I am finally starting to get the buzz about you guys all hearing it. It certainly won’t be what you expect. It is very different.
Today I finished a track called ‘Jenny’. That means I’m half way through. It’s all downhill from here…in theory!
You know when you feel that one person is ‘the one’? Like no matter what happens or where you are, there is that one person that will forever be inside you heart and head? Every Forest Gump needs his Jenny. Hence the name.
I have a couple of shows this weekend. Check out the shows page!
I’m back in the studio tomorrow. Can’t wait to get in and start work on track 4 of my album. We’re three tracks down and the sound is already starting to come out. It’s obviously making it easier when we know what direction we’re going in. It’s different, I’ll let on that much.
The lads at Studio 5a have been great. Claydon worked with me on ‘It Gets Worse At Night’ so knows what I’m all about. And Guy has been awesome and brought forward some wicked ideas and a new approach.
There are some parts of this record that will remind you of early 90s grunge, parts that sound very poppy and other bits that resemble the XX. It’s definitely going to be different. I sincerely hope you’ll like it.
As soon as I’m done with the record, I’ll be straight back on the road across the UK and Europe. I’ll keep you up to date on all progress and hopefully get a few rough clips of the tunes on here as we go.
This Saturday I swam the Solent from mainland England to the Isle of Wight. I don’t normally blow my own trumpet, due to both my character and my ribs. But I am uber happy with myself for achieving this. I might go so far as to say that I’m even a little smug.
The point of the swim was to raise money for a special little boy called Lewis Mighty. Lewis needs treatment for a form of cancer called Neuroblastoma. It is a type of cancer that attacks under 5’s mainly. Hopefully the money raised from this swim will go some way to help Lewis get the treatment he so desperately needs.
I left Hurst Castle on the mainland at 9am and landed back on the Island an hour and twenty minutes later. The distance was meant to be a mile and a half, roughly 90 lengths of a regular twenty metre pool. Unfortunately a 4 knot tide had other ideas.
I ended up being dragged further and further from my landing destination and ended up swimming over 5000 metres in that time.
I was meant to be landing at Fort Albert, then that was impossible so Fort Victoria was the target. The tide once again had other ideas and I ended up being dragged way past Yarmouth and landed nearer to Shalfleet. 3 miles down the coast. It wasn’t ideal as people were waiting at Fort Victoria and I could have done with the support.
But to be honest, if I’d failed I would have to had walked down my main High Street butt naked that night. That was added incentive to get me across the line and on to Island soil.
I owe a massive debt of gratitude to Andy and Mandy Toms who supplied the support boat and made the whole thing possible. Also a big thanks to Tom Fastnedge for letting me use his wetsuit. Without it, I would have frozen to death.
But most of all, a massive thank you to all those that have donated and continue to donate. We’re looking on course to raise £2000 for Lewis which is a major achievement.
Have I just woken up and stepped out into a scene from Terminator II?
What the real meaning behind these riots is unknown. After all, the Police killing a man is hardly anything new. I don’t recall this kind of unrest after the MET brutally murdered an innocent man named Jean Charles de Menezes.
This goes a hell of a lot deeper than that and while I’m pretty sure there are underground cells at work orchestrating this, it’s still the general public that are carrying out the orders.
I really do understand the anger that is so deeply rooted in the more deprived areas of the Capital and Britain as a whole. Your Government sold you out and couldn’t give a flying fuck about any of you. I would be more shocked if you weren’t filled with rage.
But if the school bully steals your lunch, what do you do? Surely then stealing the kids next to you just makes you as bad as the bully doesn’t it? Well that’s exactly what you are doing by rioting and smashing up peoples lives on the streets of London.
You’re not angry with the guy that owns the local corner shop are you? So why the fuck are you burning it down?
After 9/11 and 7/7 the Government took away most of your basic freedoms. And we all know they want the rest as well. They want you like the farm yard cattle they see you as. Meat that is useless to them unless it’s obedient and pays it’s taxes on time.
Don’t you see that by rioting you are doing exactly what they want you to do? Now they have the excuse they want to get troops on the streets and take away what freedom you have (or think you have) left. In fact, even the general population are CALLING for troops to come in and stop the riots.
So when we should have been united against a common enemy, we’re instead, disjointed and opposed.
There is one simple way to fight the Government that has cast you overboard. And that is by NOT FIGHTING. A simple statement of non-compliance is what we, the people, need.
Simply say “NO” to your Government. Say “NO” to The Sun and other media outlets that feed us the bullshit we’re fed every day. And forget smashing the windows of Tescos. Simply stop shopping there and those windows will soon be boarded up. And who knows, it may even be replaced by a local green grocers in the end.
The time is almost here for me to swim the Solent. This Saturday at 10 am I will be setting off from Hurst Castle to take on 1.5 miles of 9 knot rip tides to make it back to my Island.
The reason I am doing this is for a very special chap named Lewis Mighty. He needs help to get treatment for a form of cancer called Neuroblastoma. This form of cancer mainly attacks under 5s such as Lewis. Please check outwww.lewismightyfund.org.uk for more information.
We’re trying our hardest to raise as much money as possible and any donation you can make will be greatly received. Simply click here to donate.
In light of this massive challenge, this Thursdays G and Tippers Show theme will be challenges & dreams. We want to hear about your biggest life challenges. Whether it be getting out of bed on a Sunday or climbing Ben Nevis. What do you find a challenge?
Also, we want to hear about your dreams. We want the weirdest, scariest and most sexually deviant thoughts that pass through your brain while you’re sleeping.