ROUND UP THE USUAL SUSPECTS...

I’m writing this from a rehearsal studio in a less than salubrious area of north-east London, I suspect Dante’s writings of hell were heavily influenced by the piccadilly line in summer, lets just say my journey here was hardly fun, although I did find a Tescos selling one litre bottles of jack daniels for twenty quid, a bargain I couldn’t pass up on….   The band are running through the proposed setlist as I type, it’s sounding pretty good, a couple of my favourites are in there which is nice, and perhaps one or two new songs as well….   Flea is with us to run guitars on stage right, we did a few shows together last year, it’s always pleasant to work with people with similar tastes.   The only problem with this arrangement is that Flea is an Arsenal fan, making SR a Gooner enclave of Wenger lovers.   Tsk.     Stage left is handled by a fine young fellow called mike (footballing affiliations yet to be revealed), with rather substantial facial hair  – gig goers be forewarned!

I think I’ll keep this short as I don’t really have a lot to share at this point.    One last heppy note before I pack up my laptop for the tourbus,  you might be amused to know that mark is really quite ill…  he’s got a blotchy pink and white face like a strawberry cheesecake, there are an army of bottles of benylin and packets of lemsip propped up on the bass rig, gently wobbling along to Kung Fu…

 

Added on 02/06/2009 by Tom