I have just had a lovely afternoon rehearsing some new material with the boys and eating really good meat (like not cheap meat) around my managers house, one of my favourite things, a good meal with an aperitif of some constructive advice. However, after this afternoon I’ve decided to come on here and make an admission.. I am not a very good blogger and I am terrible with twitter. Much to my managers despair it appears I have a inability to open myself up on the internet. I don’t want to trivialise my rather nice and occasionally interesting life by tweeting incessantly about the world’s small miracles, it feels bad, it feels like I might spend the rest of my life looking for zany things to tweet about just for the sake of an online presence that is simply transient and ethereal. However, we have decided I must adopt a persona, or an alias if you will.. I’ve always quite fancied adopting the pseudonym E.J.Smith, he was the chappy who sank the titanic, well not on purpose, he rather bravely went down with his ship, at least in James Cameron’s adaptation of the event. I quite like the idea of being tragically romantic and 100 years dead, tweeting from the other side. So, inspired by this, and mustering up the spirit of Edward.J.Smith I am going to enlighten you to what’s coming up… (Quick note: After a brief wikipedia session, it turns out that Mr Smith was actually a rather boring chap, no accent to be accounted for (I was hoping for Irish). Also, it appears he was a bit of an anxious type, his nervous system collapsed when he was informed of the collision with the Iceberg, he was paralysed with fear and totally fucked up the evacuation proceedings.. Not cool Smith.)
This week we have on the cards, a recording session with 1Take TV, a writing session with my new writing Pal Richard Frenneaux formally of the Red Light Company, sick band, check them out. I have also a show supporting Karima Fracis on Wednesday in Totnes, this is where I went for a brief spat of art education before throwing it all under the horses for the bright lights of the Well Street Fish and Chip shop and a window view of James Hawes Funeral directors. Then on Friday I am playing at the Wee Glee Club in Nottingham, and hoping someone nice will let me sleep on their couch. I won’t give away much more, i’ll tweet about it.