It’s been quite a funky bank holiday weekend all told: I ended last week at another Sticky Shoes gig at The Hop, an all-dayer with lots of students in attendance who hadn’t got tickets for Leeds Fest. I bimbled along with the camera and took a few pics. Bit odd really, lots of folks sat on the floor (there’s no seats at The Hop’s upstairs venue), the last time I did that was in 1996! The bands were mostly local Philophobia-signed acts and included the Piskie Sits who Radio 1 have been taking an interest in recently.
Saturday brought a bit of relaxation and preparation for Sunday lunch. Our greengrocer on Wakefield Market (“Venables’ Vegetables”) has been doing deals with local allotment holders and consequently most of the fare is sourced within a 5 mile radius of Wakefield itself: beans, carrots and broccoli were all local plus we had spuds from my mother’s garden at Netherton. Yum. New Yorkshire Pudding tins and a few other bits and bobs made for a good shopping experience.
During the evening Nicky was out with Clare, so I reorganised and hooked up the studio to more closely resemble the live setup. I retired the old XV-3080, the Fat Procoder, two MIDI patch keyboards, and the 19″ rack to give me back the desk-space. End of another era really – that rack was in the first ever Cheese Factory in Fulham although as time has marched it’s become more sparse. The new layout is a bit easier to control, and doesn’t have equipment all over the place which I won’t use – I’ll let you know when stuff gets listed on eBay.
Sunday was largely spent eating, drinking, and watching the Belgian GP. We commiserated Jenson’s crunch by knocking back an entire 1L bottle of port. Glug glug.
Finally Monday, and with raging insomnia I ended up in the studio again at 6am with the Sennheiser headphones on. Wading through the 300-page manual for the XV-88 keyboard I eventually managed to get it to do my bidding and it’s now a firm part of the Obvious Pseudonym stage setup. By mid-morning I was trying to write new music and getting nowhere fast – that is, until I broke out a disco beat. Oh yeah baby, mid-life crisis in full swing, I’m the king of disco doncherknow! By about 2pm I’d got the basics of yet another OP song, Dan showed up at 4ish, Si at 6, and we hammered through it until pubtime at 8. You can see a few pics of the creative process here.
Groovy, baby.