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The last month has been one that I was pretty
worried about when I wrote my last (and first) diary piece. I
was due to finish writing the album, finish rehearsing for it
with Paul, Jamie and Campbell and have a finished, newly built
studio ready to record in, and to top it all off, finish all those
horrible accounting duties that January brings.
So now I find myself in February, and with everything
ready to go. Album recording was to be started tomorrow (13th
Feb) and the producer was due to have flown in yesterday. The
studio is almost ready, certainly ready enough to start tracking
in and is looking great. In fact, almost good enough to live in,
so if in fact everything does go tits up, Paul and I will happily
sell our house and move in.
Got a phone call last Tuesday from the producer
telling me that due to unforeseen personal circumstances, he couldn't
leave New York and didn't know when he would be able to. That
situation remains unchanged and so suddenly I'm not starting to
record tomorrow and presently have no idea when I will be able
to.
I hope to find out more before the end of next
week. In the meantime I could always treat this unexpected free
time as a holiday I suppose. A nice trip to Mull for a few days
perhaps?
Apart from everything record related, January
did bring a fair few laughs. The Radar Bros. (Jim and Senon anyway)
came over here on holiday for a few days and played an acoustic
show in Glasgow. It was fantastic. Jim was suffering from back
pain and had been taking pain killers all day so the tempo of
the songs was even more Californian than usual. We spent a great
few days taking them back to the usual haunts and generally living
life at a similar pace to that of the Radar Bros.
Another highlight (although not for Malcolm
Middleton I suspect) was his car being stolen and used in a ram
raid incident in Glasgow's Cruise shop in the Merchant City. A
couple of guys stole it from outside of his flat in Glasgow and
promptly drove it through the front windows of the shop in the
early hours of the morning, stole a few handbags and buggered
off leaving the car written off. What a way to go.
| On DVD: |
Batman Begins |
| In print: |
'Post Office' by Charles Bukowski |
| On the stereo: |
'Playing The Angel' by Depeche Mode |
Night night… |
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