get the blessing … transitory rock jazz .. soundtrack punk circus band …in transition …. transit … trance … trampoline … tranquillisers .
exodus of jazz people .. are we jazz people ??? EU standard or wiltshire fatback rollneck ? or are we just gimmicky glock whackers ?
well…….we’ve eaten plums in Agen ,
sampled the delicate curd cheese and donkey sausage and intense guest singers in Ajaccio ,
had a drunken whale hippy mum stage invasion in Macon ,
drunken crazy dogs and thrown up in litter bins in Paris ,
eaten tapas the size of houses and drunk whiskey and rum till 6 in the silvery dawn in vanelles,
laughed so much that pete almost broke his neck falling off his chair in Nice ,
bought cigarettes and lighters to get free champagne and felt vertiginous and dizzy looking up at the tallest building in the world in Dubai ,
nearly destroyed the stienway in Berlin ,
done yoga and eaten cake by the river in Passau ,
rocked with robert the rock soundman in a sold out unterfahrt in Munich ,
spent some time in the jazz museum bunker and eaten fresh pancakes and wurst in Hamburg ,
been awe-struck my the surrounding mountainousness and extreme generosity of apelonias clean shirts and fine wines in Innsbrucke ,
met the new CEO of nestle and climbed the cathedral in colgne ,
drank applevioine ( shout it loud and raise your fist at the ceiling ) till 4 in the morgen with the mad old ladies of frankfurt ,
joined a sect of experimental social fernet branka consumption and very quiet music in linz ,
played frisbee and turkish kebabs with local kids till sore arms in mannhiem firestation ,
infested a porn cinema and eaten argentinian bratwurst in vienna ,
enjoyed some medieval jousting and birdwatching in a castle in ludinghousen ,
managed to leave st georges hall in bristol fairly intact .
trieste … ah trieste !!! took part in jellyfish racing and ate the finest ham and cheese with truffle honey .. james joyce AND samuel bucket both in the audience .in camberwell we ate saveloys and peas in the brixton sunset ..
in trowbridge … errr … not much , oh yeah , too much cider …
in aberystwith ate frozen welsh tapas off a roof tile , then very fine turkish kebab .
along the way we have engaged in high level espionage in order to get our poor little instruments onto blue and yellow aeroplanes .
in-between times , days in the studio have been shoehorned in , and somehow we seem to have recorded an album …. again .
three is the magic number .. but so are 13 , 12 , 5 , 7 , 6 … obsessive compulsive ambivalence , low flying satellites , speciality coffee , strange illusory nebulous death sentences , beautiful lands where everything is measured in a semi decimal system , mozart and his ethiopian lamb wot , bakers dozens . all these subjects have been carefully studied in order to produce something well balanced , but tasty for the 21st century palate .
a kind of existential maths and extreme emotion sausage is what we’ve come up with .. its surely pretty tasty , but will it be possible to digest ? only you can say .
the whole shooting match is gonna be packed up into tea chests and moved from hammersmith to salisbury quite soon , and a bright new world of creativity is gonna open like a night scented stock in the crepuscule of our year .
late autumn or early spring ? dried leaves , misty evenings .. or baby lambs gambolling in the dewy dawn ? … not sure ……………
schnoody and captain ad hoc are off to do some off shore drilling for late 20th century miserypop .. rich viens of which are deposited in europe and america .
so .. the GTB onslaught is to be interrupted briefly .. but … if it doesn’t kill you .. it makes you stronger …
the next show is at the 100 club and we are hoping for some friends to come and join in .
come and join in … please .
oh .. and thankyou for not asking ” is it really jazz ? ” , how very european of you . thanks .