shoulders, the brum, and the road

back in london after a week or so of motorways. hitched a lift to sheffield with blakfish to play a house party with them, wintermute and pulled apart by horses. i believe that the night was good. i remember throwing baubles at lee's head. someone eating a leg of raw meat, a girl getting a slice of ham in the face. alex having a sardine toasted sandwich, wiz taking a tumble, wiz in a guerrilla suit, wiz singing his face off, and wiz passed out on the floor. most of the evening was caught on video. great. i woke up shivering on a mattress next to a bloodstain. tommy, who's party it was, cut his foot so badly that the ambulance was called. while trying to find my coat, bag and guitar i noticed more and more blood around the house. it was about 9am when i left. it was cold and it rained, so i felt like an actor, and i though of ma, and i wanted to get back there, your face, your race, the way that you talk, i kiss you, no seriously, it was really cold and wet and i walked for an hour to meet some dudes who wanted to shoot a video of me playing for an art project. the shoot took 10 minutes and then i was back in the rain. met the blakfish boys and off we went to brum, where i experienced the hospitality of shoulders and his family for 2 days. thankyou shoulders. found the time to record a song called 'the storm of '87' at his studio, and also worked on BUTTERFINGERS. we have a good starting point for the song now. the storm of '87 marks the start of the 3rd album. im going to record each song at a different place.
from the muddy banks of melitzer is now out..