1ST PRODUCTION REHEARSAL:
Leaving the Green fields for the black cracked back streets of
old London, returning to the scene of many a 1980’s rehearsal.
A row of old warehouses long carved & converted, compartmentalised
into windowless boxes, carpeted walls. Fry-up pool table culture,
art prints of lipstick girls grin with plastic seduction, lazy boy
sofas to languish in waiting & waiting & waiting. Not much
has changed since back in the day, the luxury filtered down
& thinned out by the time it reached the bottom – the smell remains
the same. The real rehearsal is learning to kill time creatively
& live with the curve ball, make it part of the show. In today’s
example, the ball curves with a lack of sufficient plug sockets &
the mixer blows up before we’ve even made a sound- nothing too
extreme.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
woohoo 🙂
benevolent
seduction
hmmm…
I became a CEO today
languish
?
no
you will never see me cry
Mr Plug Socket Extreme
…listening to John Martyn – Head & Heart right now
I remember your post the day he died
and just wanna say how much I love you <3…
Love you music big boy.
travelled round the australian outback in a dusty old car for 2 months mostly listening to Beacoup Fish. PERFECT 🙂
Saw you at the Roundhouse a few years ago. FAMILY.
Wish I was coming to Brighton for the gig, but still recuperating.