Spirit of Play

First of all, even if Mark E. Smith just can't seem to do it, you have to plug yourself in: ... continue ...

Yes, 2010 is the year we go intercontinental and transhemispherical: as soon as the curtain falls on our next gig, and possibly even during it if I cock up the lyrics to "Hare and Tortoise", I'm off on a fact-finding mission (remember those?) to Melbourne. It's just like a world tour, only without the dates, venues, and the rest of the band. Lucy's particularly excited about Spirit of Oz, because she doesn't have to get on a plane. (She's the Dennis Bergkamp of the 12-string, which could make our future commitments in, oh, I don't know, Nashville, Vegas, and Swansea,... ... continue ...

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The Devil makes work for idle hands. That's what they say. Did you notice I capitalised him? I thought it'd be best not to diss him. I want to keep on his right side. I've been told he's a bad ass mf. My hands have been pretty idle recently. The piano hasn't been uncovered yet since the house move and my double bass is in our spare room (dumping ground), quite low down on the list of things to unpack. Poor old thing, it's not the way to treat an old lass like her. I'm going to bloody well clean... ... continue ...