Hendrix In Nottingham / September 4 2008
I was in Nottingham yesterday buying some Doc Martens when I noticed a heavily tattooed man cleaning the big front windows of Debenhams department store in Slab Square. It was none other than disgusting punk troubadour Hendrix Sikboy.
Dressed in black leather and sporting a huge peroxide hairdo, he was shouting the lyrics to the Sex […]
A Flock Of Beetles / August 31 2008
Ladies and Gentlemen, The Beetles have left the studio.
Last night, the two biggest ones – I named them John and Yoko – gathered their little brood of beetle-children about them and headed off from their quarters in the mixing desk to pastures new.
The situation had become intolerable: one simply cannot have enormous insects making their […]
Cosy Power - In Which Davy Lawrence Finally Loses The Will To Live / August 29 2008
The day I have been dreading for ages has arrived. Reg has been hard at work practicing on his new drum kit and wants to book into the studio to record some ‘hot tracks’.
As Audrey and I were passing his house this morning, he erupted from his front door and pulled us inside. The interior […]
The Fifth Beetle / August 20 2008
No, not George Martin or George Best, but a beetle, an actual beetle.
(His beetle-name could, I suppose, be George; but ultimately there is no way of knowing.)
I’ve counted five of the little blighters in the past few days - one, two, three, four, and five – on the mixing desk. It could be the same […]
North and South / August 15 2008
Dear old Nelson Galaxy is always telling me about the alarming things he often hears coming from the streets around his flat in London, and considering the nature of such a big city, this is something that is not totally unexpected. I have no idea, however, what was happening last night right here in this […]
Hip Hop Pensioner Turns Blue / August 10 2008
‘Reg, I’m sorry if I upset you the other day.’ I felt so bad, I had gone round to my elderly friend’s - the erstwhile alien abductee’s – house to apologise for being so rude to him.
He told me not to worry about it. ‘Anyway, what do you reckon, eh?’
‘What’s that, Reginald?’
‘I’ve bought a drumkit! […]
Ringing The Changes / August 4 2008
‘We’ve changed our name again!’ Punk drummer Sonny Starr rang me from Paris last night. ‘We are now called The Ringtones.’
‘Brilliant name, Sonny,’ I told him, ‘but you’re still not coming in the studio.’
‘But listen, Davy man: Hendrix, the singer, right? – he’s having a sex change in October.’
‘. . .’
Makes you wonder how far […]
Hopes and Fears / June 29 2008
There was a loud party going on in a house on the other side of he rec’ last night.
With the aid of the Leica 8×20 binoculars pointed through the studio window, Audrey and I watched about twenty intoxicated people as they shouted at the moon, at each other and at the world in general, seemingly […]
Grace and Beauty / June 25 2008
Nelson has gone back to London today and I have just had a quick listen to the drunken podcast we recorded on Sunday.
When I’m intoxicated, my singing tends to sound like a ewe’s mating call and I feel as if I’m struggling with the brain of a citrus beverage, but nelson is always in fine […]
Mood Swings and Elevators / June 15 2008
Punk drummer Sonny Starr paid the studio a visit yesterday. I was incredibly busy as usual and did not have the time to pay him much attention or to patronise him in the way to which he has become accustomed.
After he’d finished telling me about how he’d had a ‘right good blow-job’ from a member […]
