In a bar, under the sea...
Well,
just up the road from the sea, actually.
With
this summer making great gains in apologising for last years terribly poor
show, weather wise, one Brighton pub in particular has seen Stone Gods
regularly propping up the bench outside with talk of, “I’m fairly sure that’s
the best thing we’ve ever written”, “What rhymes with curmudgeonly” and “Three
for two on Tuaca shots… who’s round is it, again?”
That’s
right, people, album 2 is coming along leaps and bounds due, in no small part,
to us generally not going to the pub before 10pm and all four of us seeming to
be insanely prolific. Must be something in the water. We’re advocating drinking
it, these days.
I
know I’ve been a bit quiet on the blogging front, of late, and for that I
apologise. There’s only so many ways you can say, “I’ve moved to Brighton and
we’re writing and demoing songs like they’re going out of fashion”.
Aside
from everything else, it’s been fantastic, personally, to be reacquainting
myself with my hometown and hanging out with some lovely old friends and some
equally charming new ones. After my fairly well, and somewhat red-cheekedly
documented “bad mood” a few months back, the sea-side is doing wonders for my
spirit and the position of my chin (It is now being kept resolutely “Up”).
That’s
really all, for now, folks. I’ve got to run up the road and whack the harmonies
on the newest member of our song family, which grows daily. Thanks for all your
continued support. Won’t be long now, I promise.
Peace,
Love and Grubbs burgers,
SG.