wearethrowingstuff:

Upcoming shows being put on by www.movingnorth.co.uk 

hopeisneverlost:

Our first album, ‘London’ is up for pre-sale now. We’re giving a free illustrated map of ‘London’ with the first hundred orders and we’re doing a t-shirt deal with the pre-orders too that won’t be available once the record is in the wild. Household Name records have pressed some white vinyl also.

We’ll have a small number of CDs of the Clapton Pond single with us when we tour with Crazy Arm and Great Cynics at the end of February/early March – they come with 60 Miles and a re-recording of Re-arranging The Dust that we did while we were down with Pete Miles in his studio-barn in Devon.

JG Harding did the video for the single with Sam Russo across a weekend in January and while we were confident about his film-making going into the project, I can hardly believe how happy I am with how the video turned out. He’ll be posting up a ‘Making of’ soon and I’ll link that up.

We’re on a short tour with the record from March 17th, starting with Manchfester and ending at the Old Blue Last in London on the 22nd March before heading back around the country, endlessly, forever. Come hang out out.

Dan

Here’s a still from the new Apologies, I Have None video we’re working on. Probably the happiest scene.

jgharding:

Here’s a still frame of @samrussomusic from the @apologiesihave0 video I’m currently working on… Click for full size

‘Meet me at the OTB, I love you and I’m so lost.’

Opening snippet of a new short story from the old Neon Whore Prequel series…

I had been drinking for the whole of December, and waking up in my car for the last 9 days of a dark year. When New Years Eve rolled around I had no money and nowhere to go so I spent the night alone in the back car park of a bowling alley and snooker hall listening to the distant sounds of fireworks drumming on the sky; I could hear them, but no matter which way I looked I couldn’t see them. This upset me in ways I can’t describe, and after a long and unwieldy night in the backseat I decided that when morning came I would try and get a job, and since the owner of the bowling alley was the only person in town I knew by name, I thought it was worth asking him. I knew he opened at 10am so I pulled my car around to the tattered front awning when I guessed it was about 9.45. Eventually the sign lit up, and I got out of my car and went inside. Pavel was walking around looking busy; though to the trained eye it was clear he was both completely purposeless, and soundly drunk.

Now leave me alone.

I had a bash at writing a Christmas song yesterday. I’d always wanted to, but I know noone will ever top Fairytale of New York, not least me, so I never saw the point. But, sometimes you can’t just hold it in I guess. I hope you like it, if you do please share it with friends, family, lovers, enemies, pets. And have a happy Christmas full of love and giving and forgiveness.

I’ve been listening to alot of Tom Waits of late. Nothing but, in fact. I’ve always loved him, but it’s just in the air this time of year. It always gets me thinking…I think at some point in everyone’s life you lose something you love so much that you think you’ll never recover. You’re dismantled, alone and aching all over. Soaked with it. The worst pain there is; when there are no words.

What I’m getting at here is the importance of asking yourself the big questions. 

Tom Waits once interviewed himself. Well, he probably did it more than once but this time someone published it. I think it’s the best interview I’ve ever read. I won’t make it easy for you, you’re all big boys and girls you can go find it yourself but here’s a snippet:

Q: What’s heaven for you?
A: Me and my wife on Rte. 66 with a pot of coffee, a cheap guitar, pawnshop tape recorder in a Motel 6, and a car that runs good parked right by the door.

He also once asked himself “What am I made of? What’s left when you drain the pool?” Something I’m asking myself right now, as the water line drops.

‘So, you feel like you came back from 10 weeks in the woods to find your wife gone, your dog eating your clothes and your house on fire. You know what to do. Go to Manchester; it’s your favourite city, just drive up and clear your head. take Swaby, he needs the elixir. That city heals you.’

Best laid plans. This weekend I was in Manchester for 22 hours, I also drove 10 hours and I was soundly drunk for 12. I’m not sure what happened to me during the other 4 hours, but I’m pretty sure it involved a gay burlesque compere called Barry, and being attacked with a razor in a bathroom.

Clear your head. That’s good advice, but it’s open to interpretation.

Thank you Manchester, you are a million masks.

SR

Kim Ford shot this at the Windmill in Brixton.  Newish song called Bars Like These.