Blog entries tagged Ramblings

Happy 2010

Administrator — Fri, 01 Jan 2010 00:00:00 +0100

If I may begin with a rant. It's just taken my PC four and a half minutes to open Microsoft Word. I calculate that, by the time I reach my four score years and ten (bloody hell, that's only 18.5 years away) I will have spent 6.74 of them staring vacantly at a computer screen, waiting for the little hour glass icon to disappear.

That's almost enough time to make an album! So if you're wondering where my next collection of ditties is, ask Bill GatRead More...

Christmas

Administrator — Wed, 24 Dec 2008 00:00:00 +0100

I am reliably informed that my last message was Christmas 2007. I am also given to believe that the distance between Christmas 2007 and Christmas 2008 is 12 months or, as we in the music business refer to it, one year. This is quite frankly unforgivable and you'd be perfectly within your rights to have me thrown to the dogs or, at the very least, stripped naked, covered in golden syrup and thrown to Nigella Lawson. First of all, my sincere apologies to the inhabitants of the village of LittleRead More...

Lazy Boy

Administrator — Fri, 21 Sep 2007 23:00:00 +0100

Have just finished applying a second coat of Danish oil to the floor of my garage conversion/potting shed/ recording studio. It doesn't sound like the most strenuous of tasks, I know, but I can't move my head to the left or walk upright and am currently unable to alight from my Lazy boy recliner without a loud, involuntary grunt. Those wandering, unprepared into earshot could be forgiven for thinking that Anna Kournikova had popped round for some Robertson's barley water and was in the procesRead More...

Iceland

Administrator — Tue, 15 May 2007 23:00:00 +0100

For those few of you who haven't read the Iceland Review of 28th April 2007, you will not be aware of my recent trip to that magnificent country. My good friend Chesney (Hawkes) and his good friend Ginny organized a song writing retreat in a secluded hotel on the banks of an un-pronounceable Fjord very close to the middle of nowhere in the south west of the island.

On landing, as the plane emerged through the low cloud, you could've forgiven any one of us for believing we had arrived oRead More...

Birthday

Administrator — Thu, 01 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0100

Just a quickie to say THANKS for all the cards and greetings on the occasion of this, the first day of my 50th year (that means I'm 49, in case you haven't worked it out). I still feel like I did when I was 17...... KNACKERED!!!

Girded Loins

Administrator — Sat, 21 Oct 2006 23:00:00 +0100

ShortHouse Records HQ

Well, here we all are, loins girded. Assembled before me is a crack team of posters and packers, poised like Serengeti cheetahs waiting for the first stray Wildebeest to stick his head out from behind the water cooler.

All hands are on the ShortHouse deck. There's Maureen from accounts, Beryl the tea lady, Norman the doorman, Gina the cleaner and Edwin from personal grooming, all puckered up and ready for those first orders to come in.

Five dayRead More...

Shorthouse HQ somewhere in Essex

Administrator — Mon, 11 Sep 2006 23:00:00 +0100

Have just taken delivery of gazillions of copies of "You've got to laugh", all cellophane wrapped and shiny. You don't realize exactly what gazillions of Cds looks like until you're trying to climb over them to get to the toilet.

Laid end to end, they would stretch for quite a long way and back again; melted down and poured into a mould, they would form a full scale model of David Hasselhoff‘s ego; chopped, shredded and fried with a medium onion and a liberal sprinkling of Read More...

Edge of Cliff, somewhere in C Cork, Ireland

Administrator — Thu, 31 Aug 2006 23:00:00 +0100

01/09/2006

Lying on my front looking down at the Atlantic crashing against the rocks 150 feet below. Not a good place to drop my contact lens.

I love it over here, Ireland's a special place. I've been a frequent visitor ever since investing in a bit of property. You can drive for hours and not see a soul. You can also drive for hours and not see a road sign.

Watched a hurling match yesterday. Those guys are seriously nuts. For those of you who don't know, hurling is a croRead More...

Dodgy Hotel Room Somewhere in Devon, U.K

Administrator — Mon, 31 Jul 2006 23:00:00 +0100

Following two unsuccessful attempts at reheating a stale kebab in the Corby Trouser Press, I collapse on the bed and contemplate the horrible truth . . . it's finished.

Have spent the day mastering the album. Well. . . To be exact, have spent the day thumbing through Subwoofer Monthly whilst a man, who can hear a flea blink at 400 paces, attempts to squeeze the last few drops of gold out of my precious recordings.

And here it is, in my hand: Four and a half years of blood, Read More...