Good day.

Good evening viewer.

Tell you what though right. Back ache is a pain in the arse (it literally can be right down to your bloody arse).
I've had it for 2 weeks now and am only just getting back to normal. It has been hard though, not being able to carry on with my hardcore fitness regime of 100 press-ups a day for my enormous guns... in fact, my arms are more like atomic bombs. Nah that's all a lie, I can't do press-ups.
But it has been sore. Anyone who's had it knows what I'm on about. Your legs fall away from under you when you try to walk. And I'm a moany little bitch when I'm not well, so my long suffering girl-friend has had to deal with a lot. In fairness though, she does get to go out with me so she should just be thankful for that.

My songwriting partner Jay and I have got management. It's weird. We've spent so long not having a fucking clue what we're doing, it's nice to have someone tell us.
"Do this, do that. Go there." We're like, "OK". They're like "Write songs or we'll kill you." We're like "Steady on mate. It's an art form that can't be rushed." They're like, "Sorry. It's just been a long day. Lots going on right now." We're like, "No worries. Have you tried yoga?" They're like,"Nah, the girlfriend is into all that bollocks but I don't think it'd work for me." We're like, "Well, think about it. Want to go to the pictures?" They're like, "Yeah, but none of that Keanu Reeves rubbish. What's he actually for?" We're like, "Dunno."
It's been such a busy time (although it seems like that a lot recently) that I feel like Jesus' birthday was ages ago. I always seem to lose 2 weeks around christmas. My friends assure me I was in Glasgow, but I've got no recollection.
Since I last wrote to you, we have been sent someone to save us from the devil and dracula. I speak of course about Barak Obama. How long do you think it will be before everyone realises he doesn't actually have magic powers? At least he knows he doesn't. George Bush still tries wingardium leviosa on himself.
Working with a band called Daggers at the minute. Pretty damn good stuff. You can myspace them at daggersuk. The songs we did with them will be finished in the next few days.
Dave Gibson appears on the brink of world domination. I wonder when people will realise he looks like an old puppet?
Jules Perretta is also about to take on the world. He actually IS an old puppet (have you seen him dance?)

I'm done.

Good times x

This blog does exactly what it says on the tin.

At approx 3:34 am this morning (9/10/08) a rogue bee entered my premises illegally, attacking me in my bedroom. Said bee flew into my vulnerable face, then made its way around my room like an angry poltergeist.

2 points.

1. The bee was not there when I went to bed. All windows and doors were closed and locked and having searched bee, I found no lock picking devices.
2. Aren't bees supposed to be our friendly neighbours? Think I read that somewhere. Bees are our neighbours, that was the crux of the article.

I had to get out of bed and usher it into my lounge so that I could go back to sleep and deal with it in the morning. And here's the kicker... IT WAS GONE.

Nah, just kidding, it was on the curtain. Imagine it had been gone though, that'd have been weird. Like a top secret government bee who lives life on the edge and doesn't answer to his long suffering superiors.

I have a gig tonight. My first one in ages, and I've managed to catch a fekin cold. Probably doesn't help that I've spent the last month drunk in Plymouth/Glasgow/Bratislava/Belfast. All wonderful places by the way. No bee attacks noted.

Have a listen to Dave Gibson's new songs (in my top friends, not sure if he's uploaded them yet, but listen when he does). We wrote them with our minds. They are called Be There (not bee there) and When I Leave Home. (Not When I leave bee. That doesn't make any sense)

GOOD TIMES.

Dave

Some fucker has stolen my girlfriends identity and created a facebook page, adding all my friends! IT'S SO CREEPY! I mean, what kind of loser does that?

I think facebook is rubbish anyway, I hardly ever check it. Going to complain to the people in charge of the interweb.

All good.

Well, in the grand scheme of things obviously not, but it was a pain in my ass all the same.

Things started well, with Dave Gibson and myself setting out early doors to borrow a keyboard from Mr Chris Townsend. We had to get his flat keys from him in central London, take the gear from his flat in east London, get his flat keys back to him, then head back to my flat for rehearsals before the gig at Water Rats. Easy...

Until bloody fekin stupid arse hole London decided to have it's say, and place us in 5 or 6 consecutive traffic jams. Honestly, what is the congestion charge for? Cos' I basically paid it yesterday for 5 hours of congestion. And it was boiling hot. Too hot to be sitting in a car with gradual rising panic as we try to rationalise the fact that there's no way we can possibly run out of time to get everything done.

Turns out in fact that was bollocks. We completely ran out of time. We had to head straight to water rats having spent the entire day in traffic. At this point not only have we had no rehearsal, but I haven't yet showered. I'm also wearing shorts and t-shirt with black sandals (which by the way were about 10 minutes from being my stage clothes until Jay turned up with a spare pair of black trousers).

By the time we hit the stage, my head is all over the place. I forget lyrics and chords with reckless abandon, I keep forgetting were we are, I'm wearing the same t-shirt I've had on in the car all day, I'm wearing a pair of smart black trousers 3 sizes to big for me with a pair of black sandals and no socks (like a hobo) and all I can think of is getting home for a shower. Good times.

Funnily enough, when I came off stage totally bewildered at what I'd just done my mate turns to me and goes "Great gig mate, really on form tonight!"
I am now aware my mates don't listen to my gigs. More good times.

Thing is, back when I gigged more often, this stuff used to happen all the time. I guess you just get used to it after a while. I'm back to my day job this week, and more than a little relieved to be doing so. Working on the new Nate James album (which is fekin AWESOME!) and steering clear of central London...

Great times.

ps I'm in love with the new Coldplay album. I know loads of musos who hate them, but I think they're fekin magic. Viva la Vida has 4 basic chords, but it's one of the best pop songs in the last few years. If only the rest of the charts would take notice, there so much shit in the top 10 it's not even funny any more.

MORNING.

 

So, I've got a gig at The Water Rats on the 23rd June. I've been trying to update it as a new gig but myspace is being a pain in my ass and wont let me. Hence, this short blog.

I shall be playing alongside Dave Gibson who is fast making a name for himself in London. I told him the name he had was fine but he's determined to make a new one. So I suggested Trisha.

Please come along and check it out. We'll both be playing some new songs so it'd be nice if there was someone there to listen and buy me beer.

In other news, I think I may have become Bill Oddie. (For those of you outside the UK who don't know who he is, just think of the late, great Steve Irwin, but stoned and interested in less dangerous animals). I have started to notice Parakeets in diferent parts of the city and it almost always makes me swerve my car about the road in a dangerous manner to see them better. I've always liked birds...

 

GT's

 

Dave x

I'm afraid I'm having to cancel my gig at the SOHO Review bar tomorrow evening (13/5/08).

Apologies for the short notice to anyone who was heading along, but I have other writing commitments that have taken priority this week.
My next gig at the Troubadour will definitely be going ahead as planned with more to follow.

Sorry!

Dave x

Happy Monday to you all.

My good friend Chris Townsend called me last week and asked if I'd support him at his Gardening Club gig on 30th April. I thought, why not. Then I thought, fuck it, apart from regal rooms last month I haven't played in ages. So I've decided to take a week or so off my writing day job and play a bunch of gigs in London. Now before people start emailing me moaning that I always play in London, I have to as I only have a weeks window before I'm back writing, ok? OK?

I shall be playing most (if not all) of these gigs with young singer/songwriter David Gibson. If you haven't heard him yet he's in my top mates. He's awesome. I'll also be joined at various points by my old touring buddy Jake Hook. (and obviously Dave Mullins on guitar, but that goes without saying)

So basically, I've got about 2 weeks to write some new material for myself. I'm thinking 4 new songs would be a nice number for me to then forget every single lyric.

I'm not sure when I'll be playing again after these, so I'm going to make them count... it'll be a very drunken week.

Now shoo, before I alert my local police to the hobos hanging round my page.

Dave x