Hello there, I feel the need to make a kind of formal address. I will start with the bad news. It's the worst of the bad because the rest is all lukewarm. Anyway, I am sad to break the news that Blanche died on the 22nd October. I was drinking some tea and somehow knocked it all over her. It leaked all over and into her keyboard and underneath and into her battery. Despite my best efforts at CPR with a hairdryer and a sprint into the street to catch a taxi to Pimlico to some repairs place, she didn't pull through in the end. I don't wish to speak ill of the dead but honestly, she wasn't such a great laptop. She had a lot of problems. I'm even writing on Truman, the old bastard who has survived through thick and thin. I suppose that's what you get for naming your laptop after a character in Street Car. My main concern was that I had lost my hard drive with the new album on (all three tracks). Fortunately they managed to save the hard drive and I only seemed to lose about six bars of a new track that I wasn't even sure about to be honest. So that's good news although my insurance company are being useless and I still haven't got a new laptop even though I have been ping pong-ing on the phone from claims people to claims people and it's been getting really infuriating. Hopefully I will be back in working order by the end of the month if my claim is "legitimate" and all. I certainly hope my insurance covers it because I have all of £200 in my business account and £100 of overdraft left in my personal account. I'm only telling you all this to authenticate my woe. Because these have been comparatively woeful times. I think I'm going to go for broke and use my work pay to get my hair done this week. it's been four months and if I continue with this tawny tangle any longer, even worse things are going to happen...I'll just have to give up and get fat again because if you're going to look bad you might as well go the whole hog. I don't do things by halves. There was a real saga with Phonica by the way. It's almost put me off the shop. I used to like vicariously going there with my brother but they seem to have slightly ballsed up my album. I dropped a bag of them off there on their instruction about a month or so ago and the other day they only just said that they had found them in the shop and they weren't sure how to display them. So...I dunno. Sorry if you went there and couldn't find it. It should be out in the shop soon. I even gave them the nicest wrapped ones because I thought it was really something to get your record stocked in a good record shop. Makes me sad to think of them in a carrier bag out back all this time. Kind of contrary to the momentum of releasing a record and wanting it out when it's out. On the other front, the Rough Trade one, the album seems to be doing well. Thank you all for buying them. I keep getting comissioned (sp?) to make more so that's good. I'm sorry about not playing any gigs. I don't know what to say. I wish I were promoting this album but it doesn't seem to be happening at the moment. There is still hope I will be playing soon, so don't give up altogether. GIGS = CASH = ANOTHER ALBUM. That's all I have to say. I hope you had a spooky time. I am off to Oman to visit my brother in a week. Over and out. xxx

 

A couple more pieces of online stuff concerning yours truly.  The Queen of Sheba.

Hello all,

BUY THE ALBUM VIA TUNECORE, ITUNES, 7 DIGITAL AND AMAZON.

II did actually cry and give people sea shells at Bestival. I can't really justify such deranged behaviour but actually it was out of sorts. Hard to believe but true. I am not normally like that. I drank a lot and sat in the sun too long by the tent and got sunburnt which is odd because I never burn. Then I suddenly felt a wave of self loathing halfway through my set and I had a mood flip. Anyway. I'm 3 tracks into my next album and am holing myself up recording today. I am taking breaks to drink iced tea and and take copious amounts of neurofen. Wisdom teeth. I am hatching a plan of how to steal Matthew Dear's brain but I don't think I can. I've prayed to all the gods, Sony, Apple, Bose, Sennheiser...all of them...but all they said was that they were processing my request.

If you want me to play a gig, get in touch. I need to promote this damned record but have no booking agent.

Thank you people who stuck with it and bought albums, by the way.

Umm.

OH YEAH.

It was bought to my attention that the record got quite a decent review on Drowned In Sound the other day but sadly it got removed from the site. I managed to find a cached version and seemings that I quite like the controversy of being censored, thought I ought to share best quotes (I'm doing this like those quotes that are taken grossly out of context on the back of books...mainly autobiographies. "George Pringle - My Period" is being ghost written by Andrew Mortimer, by the way). By the way, my blog is doing the stupid thing where I can't see what I am typing again, so it will probably be...well, you are probably reading a mess but life is too short:

Pieces of Review:

"But in any case, Salon des Refusés is here now, and while at times you are faced with what amounts to a debutante saying clever things over a laptop, to dismiss it as such would do little justice to the neon-streaked claustrophobia of a profoundly atmospheric record."

"The thing to remember is that Pringle is a musician, and a good one at that; not technically adept, but a deft textural manipulator of GarageBand and her own limited vocal gifts. "

"It all reaches musical and thematic climax over ‘Bonjour Tristesse’s ten churning minutes. The song commences with a muffled Pringle delicately singing the mantra ”my heart was meant to dance” over a nauseating, grimy bed, a bed that echoes and intensifies as the singer begins to unravel, declaring in less steady tones ”I’ve got no friends, I dance alone”. Around the halfway point words drop out entirely, leaving the song to mutate into an eerie cousin to New Order’s ‘In A Lonely Place'. Symphonic, sad and unhinged, it’s the apex of an album that steadily ratchets up the atmosphere, squeezing and constricting"

So, if I have managed to HTML this right, you woulda read that. So, on that note. I'm off to be sad and unhinged because it's what I do best.

Hoo Ha.

xxxx

Hullo chapettes and chaps,

Independent:

To everyone who made it to The Social on Wednesday night: THANK YOU very much. It was just the most fantastic start the album release could have asked you for and she would have if she weren't so oppressed by all my howlings and witterings. It's a seldom affair when everyone attending a night seem to be having fun and aren't scowling in plaid shirts. Extra special thanks to Young athletes League, Chacha and Surfing/Swimming DJs for making the night a diverse one. I had so much fun, I'm a tad sad today and with a flu type feeling to boot. If you haven't seen it in The Music and Film, The Guardian put me on the playlist this week (Physical Education) which was most kind. I've started writing the next album. I thought this were all something of a passing phase but I have a bug or something. So, I'm saying one word: Eurotrash. It's getting a bit conceptual hereon. But imagine a kid in a provincial Italian disco circa 1992 who has the blues and you might get the jist. Synths and soul and deadpan disco I'm dressing minimalist sailor. Forte Dei Marmi, Portofino etc. I got a dress from a company called St.Tropez. You hear me? Don't forget the album is released on the 7th and you can buy it on Itunes, Amazon. Any shiny digital retailer, really. Also, Note Bene: Stage and time change for Bestival. It's up on this page, Jim Beam tent. You got to get your arses there if you're on site. I'm hoping I won't be covered in shit and mud with my Izro, needing a wee this time. I would say sorry for last year's performance but to be honest, after the amount of pork pies and fruit pastilles I had consumed, shivering up on the camp site with an addled throbbing brain, I really did feel like Marlon Brando in Apocalypse Now, so I lived that for YOU. I'll live the glamour-girl dream this year, promise. I also promise more creative blogs again once this shameless self-promotion ceases. I got me some more scrap books and photos. Beaucoup d'amour. xxxxxxx