Ginger | 21st September 2013
As long as Gav keeps making video updates for you all to enjoy then I’m gonna keep using this page as some sort of diary, and keep you abreast of the my ongoing goings on. And there are many, trust me.
New York is flooded with beautiful people, a kind of Fashion Week hangover or something, and thus the streets are a glammed up smorgasbord of visual delights. None more so that at the premier of Rush (the James Hunt vs Niki Lauda thrust-a-thon) that I attended with Courtney the other day. The quite freakishly handsome Chris Hemsworth was in attendance, and the private screening room transformed into a seemingly exclusive hang for grey haired film industry blokes and their young, model dates. If I’ve ever been in a room with more stunning females then I was obviously on way more drugs than I was this evening. Models are very pretty. Usually until they smile.
We’ve (‘we’ being me and Micko Larkin, Courtney’s other guitarist, and the only other Brit in the operation) been frantically writing something that brings all our styles together in a way that doesn’t seem predatory on former glories yet still fresh and immediate, and we’re pretty happy with the two songs we’ve come up with. “Over The Wall” and “In You Honour”. Yesterday and today have been/will be a frantic scramble to the finish line in order to get these songs professionally demo’ed up and mixed for Courtney’s management to hear. It’s a strange feeling to be sitting on a couple of sonic eggs (ooer and that), not knowing if one will hatch into a soaring great winged success or they’ll both be snaffled up by the hungry moggy of indifference. Strange times indeed.
What else? Oh, had a wonderful party at a friends house. Saw most of my favourite people of New York there, heard some very scandalous things, laughed more than I have since I left UK and retired in the wee hours a very squiffy, but very happy mess. We had a bit of a fire in the house that killed a couch. I’ve eaten more food than I’ve ever consumed, well at least since I used to be a fridge fiending pot head. Oh, and Courtney’s dog has the shits, which reminds me that I’d better go and administer her medicine.
Rock n Roll, eh? Funny old game. Still, unlike pretty much every other game out there it NEVER gets boring. Plus everyone gets to win.
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