I hope everyone is well. Here is a great video I was sent this morning. It shows the staggering amount of people standing up and not fighting.
Violent protests are exactly what they want. Fighting for peace is an oxymoron if ever I heard one.
Just stop complying with a World elite that couldn’t give a shit about any of you. It’s time to say no. We will no longer be your cannon fodder. We will no longer put our lives on the line to fight for the agenda of the global elite.
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.