Ach. Back from my holiday and dumped unceremoniously back in the real world. What shite is this? I had a great time though, it's good to distance yourself from yourself and get some perspective every now and then. Anyway, crashing back down. Thanks to everyone who came to my recent UK gigs, I appreciate it. And thanks to anyone who bought Waxing Gibbous, I hope you like it. I've finally put up my European tour dates. I'd forgotten. New single "Zero" will be released on Monday (3rd August) on clear vinyl 7" and digital download. The b-side is "Bad Stuff's Free" which is quite funny. I forgot to say previously that the itunes version of Waxing Gibbous has an extra song "Not To Be". And the Socks b-side "Whistle" is available there too, for any completionists out there/in here. The album will be released in the U.S. and Australia sometime in August. I'm not sure when though, so you'll have to Google it I reckon. Or check press for details. Erm, yes. The single version of Zero has been hacked up. I removed the intro and outro to make it more poppy. And it worked. Some exciting news now. I've recently been collaborating with Mira Calix and we're doing a session for BBC Radio 3's The Late Junction. It's the most fun musically I've had in years, you can read the press release here (http://www.malcolmmiddleton.co.uk/news.htm). It'll be broadcast on the 13th August on Radio 3 and online etc. More news. I think I've discovered something about the root of my character. I am intrinsically happy and content until I open my mouth, write, or try to express myself in some way. Then all the negativity appears. Is there a name for this? Any budding or blooming psychologists out there/in here? It's a strange one, but seems to be true, and I've only just noticed it. It's like I have a black fountain inside of me which only appears when I turn the tap. The reason I've noticed this is probably because I haven't written a single song this year and I feel great. And the funny thing is, I have no idea if I'm talking shite right now or if I mean it. Flimsy. Blowing about in the wind. I have discovered Richard Thompson and am enjoying him. Happy days. MM.

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