diary
Lazy, Lazy Arse
I have been racked with guilt recently with the knowledge that my diary has been so neglected. So here I am now, at last to try and redeem myself. The year so far hasn’t been quiet – I just haven’t been telling you about it. Sometimes it’s easy to get out of the way of a diary, especially when you find it hard to find the words, as I so often do. I’m not a born communicator – don’t like the phone much, can’t be bothered with chat for the sake of chat. So diaries are a little alien to me. Important though, which is why I’m here now writing instead of searching the kitchen cupboards for something that might pass for lunch.
I’ve been touring in Spain in March, touring with the Burnsong Project in May and playing festivals in both Spain and the UK during the summer. And then there’s been the writing of new material on and off since the new year.
Spain was wonderful – both the tour in March and the festival, Contempopranea, in July. Delgados always did pretty well over there. We’d arrive having sold ten albums and get a sell out audience in Madrid in a large hall. Mental. It’s the piracy thing. A load of people know your music, but they didn’t pay for it – they blagged it. At least they can still sing along at the gigs though.
I lost my voice during the gigs in March in Spain. Proper lost it. Couldn’t speak. In fact during the Murcia gig I cancelled the gig during the day but was then persuaded to go to a local private hospital, get a steroid injection (to relax my throat muscles) so I could still sing for the show. I did the gig that night at about 1am with only acoustic backing so I didn’t have to yell over the full drum kit. It went fine, but I pretty much knackered my voice for a few months after it and didn’t have the same range or control. Now that was pretty scary. Don’t do it kids!
I have much to tell about what has gone on over the past months, but as I don’t like to make diary entries too long, I’ll save some retrospective musings till next time.
I’m off for my lunch.
Bye for now.