MySpace
myspace music my music  featured playlists  top artists  music videos  karaoke  shows  forums 


MySpace.com | rss | sign in
Teatowel



Last Updated: 11/23/2009

Send Message
Instant Message
Email to a Friend
Subscribe

Status: Single
State: Midlands
Country: UK
Signup Date: 10/20/2005

Blog Archive
[Older      Newer]
 /  / 
Sunday, February 18, 2007 

Current mood:  recumbent
And so it came to pass that pan-am (glasses) and aeroflot (no glasses) finally knuckled down and worked on resolving the ever-growing mass of unfinished material that had been clogging up their respective hard drives. On Friday night and well into the early hours a mixture of singing, reciting monolgues in badly-translated French, technical jiggery-pokery and, er, other stuff, occurred.

BA (glasses) and Aer Lingus (no glasses) were pleased to have finally got something productive done, in the interim period whilst waiting for the previously-mentioned remixes to be finished. At the same time, they were also deliriously happy at having ordered tickets for Einsturzende Neubauten at Rock City (Nottingham) - the third April in four years that one of our favourite bands will have played on these shores, and a most welcome feature in the Teatowel diary.  
Currently listening:
Reformation Post TLC
By The Fall
Release date: 15 February, 2007
1:13 PM 
0 Comments
(Add Comment) |
Translate
Sunday, December 10, 2006 

Current mood:  quixotic
Category: Religion and Philosophy

Following the Friends Of The Stars remixes, months had passed. 37721 (no glasses) and 64579 (glasses) had both been caught up with the trials and tribulations of everyday life. 37721 (no glasses) had been meaning to post something up on this here blog for a long time but had allowed himself to be waylaid for months by posting on several hundred (mild exaggeration) other blogs. Topics ranged from whether Euroscepticism is Boy's Own politics in an era of globalisation, to a post-structuralist analysis of the early works of Hawkwind.

7g.pl.de44 (glasses) thought that zqqvelch (no glasses) was wasting his time like a big twat. zqqvelch (no glasses) had begun to think that he might have a point, and was beginning to suffer from information overload. He buggered off to Berlin for a week to recuperate, drink heavily and either lose or find himself in the process.

In a turnaround of fortune however, #$$$(5) (no glasses), having exchanged some music files with another Bloke On The Internet, was asked if a Teatowel track might be open for the aforementioned Bloke to remix. To cut a not very long story short, this set the ball rolling: remixes of the track "Das Soft Cheese (pm)" - itself a remix of sorts - are now in various stages of completion by sound-manglers hailing from such diverse locations as Derby, Leicester and Poland.

Results, so far, could be described as "cracking".

$3.99 (glasses) and £1.49 (no glasses), whilst quietly beavering away on what might eventually be termed New Material, were sufficiently inspired to start working on their own remixes of the said track. About fucking time! 

Pending completion of  the remixes by all parties concerned - and pending their permission granted - $0.49 (glasses) and 12p (no glasses) hoped to make them available in a shape and form as yet to be decided or invented.

 

 

 

 

Currently listening:
If You Want Blood You've Got It
By AC/DC
Release date: 01 July, 2003
11:20 AM 
1 Comments
(Add Comment) |
Translate
Wednesday, June 14, 2006 

Current mood:  bitchy
Well It's months since the last blog and Shahbaz (glasses) tired of waiting for Glyn (no glasses) to post an update, decides to break the silence. He knows that the 101 people who have read these outrageous syntactic self-indulgences have been waiting with bated breath for the latest installment.

So here it is:

In February Richard (glasses) takes 130 art students to New York. (Fuck Fuck Fuck). Chaos. Including losing a student at Heathrow (no Passport); being removed from 2 malfunctioning aircraft before finally taking o the air; one student throwing up in the Boeing bogs because the Very Gay steward has taken a shine to him and plied him with drinks for 4 hours; rescuing a posh-boy Street-wannabe (wearing a powder-blue tracksuit) from a back-street Basketball Court "Yah hoops! Can I play Bee Ball with you homies?" who were fortunately too bemused by Little Lord Fauntleroy's bouncing antics to pop a cap in his limey ass; and staff turning down the peculiar offer, at every NY restaurant, of "SUPERSALAD" before realising on the last day that it was simply the ubiquitous choice of Soup OR Salad Starter.
Twats.

Meanwhile Teatowel rehearsals have continued to go well, with several new tracks written and an offer to remix a new song by the fablious (sic) Birmingham band "Friends Of The Stars". (check their myspace site kids)

"Bout time you Fuckers played another gig aint it" we hear you cry. Well we agree and will be sorting it out soon.

But Nikki(glasses) and Grace(no glasses) are a bit distracted by the World Cup at the moment so don't hold your breath.



11:24 AM 
2 Comments
(Add Comment) |
Translate
Wednesday, January 18, 2006 

Current mood:  aggravated
Ok! Ok for fuck's sake!
It's a new year and Ike(glasses) has finally managed to rid himself of his extraordinary rage
at the irritating failings of myspace internal architecture!
Oh and he's prepared to swallow his pride and type this out as a text document first as suggested
by Tina(no glasses) in the first place. Tina(no glasses) is a smug bastard.

But Sonny(glasses) absolutely refuses to even attempt to make this effort funny, intelligent or witty
after producing two previous irrefutably genius blogs only to be pissed into the digital wind!

Consider it a humour-strike.

Right. Short and sweet:

Sonny(glasses) and Cher(no glasses) begin the new year with an excellent rehearsal in Robanna's

Cher(no glasses) spends the rest of the week engaged in nocturnal text-tittilation with his new ladywoman.

Elton(glasses) receives his third speeding ticket, and to avoid more points on his licence has to agree to
attend speed-awareness training. He muses sardonically on sharing the day with chav boy-racers boasting
of their "ton-up on the fuckin' pavement innit" escapades.
Elton(glasses) was "done" each time for 35 mph in a 30 zone. This is lame.

Kiki Dee(no glasses) passes the time being sms-sexed-up with aforementioned laydeeee.

Peters(glasses) receives his Divorce papers after serving the obligatory 2 year separation.
Soon to be free, he pours a large Vodka and waits for the Decree Absolute. Should that be Decree Absolut?

Lee(no glasses) develops calluses on his left thumb and right hand.

Just when he had his temper under control, Biggy Smalls(glasses) has to contend with the news that
the first gig of the year will not be performed by Teatowel. Oh no....but by Sean "puffy" Combes'(no glasses)
solo project "Pete Prescription" at the Rainbow in Digbeth on Thurs 19th jan.
The Notorious B.I.G.(glasses) graciously decides to support this perfomance. But only on the assumption that
P. Diddy(no glasses) reciprocates when Biggy's(glasses) solo project "Pearly Queen" next plays a set.

Meanwhile, Puff Daddy(no glasses) has to buy new bedclothes and is seriously heading for his first pair of glasses.

A mixed start to to 2006 i agree...but....
Always take yer Yin with yer Yang kids.

out.
12:49 AM 
0 Comments
(Add Comment) |
Translate
Wednesday, December 07, 2005 

Current mood:  drained
Robbie (glasses) was a bit pissed off. He had made two consecutive attempts at a new blog entry for the Towel site. The first one disappeared into the ether and so far has remained there. This was particularly galling since this was the second best blog entry in the world, EVER. FACT. Annoyed but undeterred, he tried again. His band mate, Gary (no glasses) advised him to back it up as a text document before taking the plunge again. However Jason (glasses) chose not to heed such wise advice. This time he wrote the very best blog entry in the world, EVER. FACT! Again, on submitting it to MySpace, that was the last he ever saw of it. Howard (glasses) has vowed never to type a single damn word again.
He was also annoyed because for the first time in a long time his band mate, Donald (no glasses) had finally got himself some kind of life which involved proper social activity and everything. Between them the pair valiantly struggled to nail down some decent rehearsal time before the year was out...
5:37 PM 
0 Comments
(Add Comment) |
Translate
Friday, October 28, 2005 

Current mood:  uncomfortable
After several days of bitter and abusive phone calls, texts and emails, Plato (no glasses) resigns himself to the fact that there'll be no vocals or triangle playing from Socrates (glasses) for some time yet. So he gamely continues working on tracks old and new, including one that Socrates (glasses) had sent him in a fucking rare moment of commitment and inspiration some weeks ago. Plato (no glasses) is pleased with the results so far, particularly because he is sure that Socrates (glasses) will feel that his work has been enhanced only in the same way that the 1906 earthquake enhanced San Fransisco's architecture.
But Sergei (no glasses) couldn't give a flying one- Vladimir (glasses) is up north taking part in some curious paganistic ritual, so it's likely that it's not just his musical contributions that are being violently defiled.
5:20 PM 
0 Comments
(Add Comment) |
Translate
Tuesday, October 25, 2005 

Current mood:  chipper
king Arthur (glasses) though somewhat distracted by the fact that his newly aquired leg-wound suddenly burst open, nonetheless downloads the tuneless pile of auditory shit sent by Merlin(no glasses) and bleeds all over it's drum track.
Sticking it on repeat, Jane(glasses) then proceeds to hum and mutter along to it for an hour, waiting for vocal and lyrical inspiration.
None is forthcoming.
Shaz(no glasses) will simply have to wait until the genius rises up in Terry(glasses) like sap caught in capillary action.
Meanwhile Rick(no glasses) receives the news that yet another rehearsal is to be postponed this coming weekend, with barely-disguised fury.
Apparently Jethro(glasses) is heading up to take part in an annual pagan festival in a small yorkshire town.
Bastard.
11:39 AM 
0 Comments
(Add Comment) |
Translate
Saturday, October 22, 2005 

Current mood:  flirty
To add further insult to injury, Colin (no glasses) gets up early on Saturday and emails some audio material to Andrew (glasses) with clear instructions and a wide remit for vocal contribution, and no regard for the latter's well being or indeed health and safety.
Colin (no glasses) also rues the selfishness of Andrew (glasses) for having booked himself in for an operation on his leg rather than for another band rehearsal.
Philip (no glasses) signs off and awaits impressive vocal results from Len (glasses) at the earliest opportunity.
12:13 PM 
0 Comments
(Add Comment) |
Translate
Friday, October 21, 2005 

Current mood:  distressed

And So It Begins:

Last night Dave(glasses) spent far too long trying to set up Teatowel's MySpace site, whilst being harangued by Tim(no glasses)via instant messenger. Meant to be there to help Dave(glasses) in his endeavour, Tim(no glasses) instead spent the whole time sending smacking and kissing noizes, whilst, no doubt, giggling like a loon.

Today:
Juan(glasses) went to work, after little sleep, recovering from a minor operation to remove a sebaceous cyst(look it up), still suffering from a heavy cold, and duly fell over, clutching his chest and moaning a bit.
He was sent home, embarrassed and in pain.
Pete(no glasses) contacted him and insisted it was put up on the first blog entry cos it was funny.
Pete(no glasses) is a cunt and a bounder.
Juan(glasses) still posted it though.

8:01 PM 
0 Comments
(Add Comment) |
Translate