All roads lead to Leeds
24hrs, 400-odd miles, 18 butterscotch, scores of Eddie Stobarts and a smattering of Norbert Dentressangles, 22 strings (not including the super strings), an old snare, a heap of feedback and a touch of the heebie-jeebies later, and we're back. We didn't say "Hello, Leeds", it didn't feel like the right thing to do at the time. Everyone learned about music and the brain (did you know that our neurones pulse in synchrony when we listen to music? well, did you?) and was a bit cross to Stephen Pinker (auditory cheesecake, indeed). Zoe Cormier, who is a guerilla scientist, and has... ...
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10/25/2009
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(In the) Spirit of Play
She said, he said, they put themselves to the test ...
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10/20/2009
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I predict a mild disturbance
Our next gig is in the rock music hotbed (or not, as it happens) of Leeds, birthplace of creative geniuses Kaiser Chiefs and Chumbawumba. Maybe mock militancy is the kind of thing they go in for up there. If so, I think we're well in. We're going in one of these: It's going to be like "Summer Holiday" with Michael as our Peter Pan type Cliff Richard, only without the teeth and sinister manner, and Lucy as Una "Give us a Clue" Stubbs, only without the starey eyes and history of being a mannequin with romantic connections to a scarecrow.... ...
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10/14/2009
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Dubious credentials at the Bull and Gate
Extraordinary scenes at the Bull and Gate on Wednesday night: beer was drunk. ...
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10/09/2009
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The sound of science
That's a truly unoriginal headline, isn't it? ...
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10/06/2009
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