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Update One
Dear all,
Excuse the following exercise in bad grammar, doctrinal expletives and
general< buffoonery but i am writing this report from 'The Chapel'
studios here in deepest, darkest rural Lincolnshire following a night
out at the local pub (the only means of entertainment in the entire
region) and a fall into a deep ditch full of water, having partially
succeeded in rescuing a drowning football. Suffice to say i awoke this
morning having half-laughed myself to death watching the two
pseudo-documentaries on our soon-to-released new DVD to find my shoes
caked in mud and my pants on the wrong way around (but that's entirely
another story).
So far so good in respect to the new album, the producer Rob Caggianno
having successfully crossed the Atlantic on what must be his fourth
attempt in under a week and the band having been nicely tucked away in
their respectful bedrooms, where i would indeed be now if it weren't for
the fact that Rob has chosen to put the bass cabs directly beneath me in
an attempt to shake all the teeth out of my head.
Incidentally Rob has been rather ill for the last four months with a
stomach parasite he ingested from some dodgy food he ate in Mexico. No,
the food didn't have Anthrax, but it did have something in it that
causes Rob to have to take fifteen different homeopathic tablets three
times daily. He actually showed us a picture of the horror he ate as
taken by Scott Ian, who apparently warned him not to eat what looks like
a meat 'Millenium Falcon'. In actual fact it was a skinned raw Goat's
face complete with sagging eyeballs, but to a pissed-up Rob it looked
like heaven.
You can see more of Rob in this state on our forthcoming DVD. He is also
available for weddings and Bar Mitzvahs.
On the studio front there's not a great deal to report other than Paul's
face has instantly begun to melt, sitting in front of his 50 inch
computer screen (you know what they say about big screens don't you...),
rehearsing the tracks and smoking the herb as if his facial elasticity
depended on it. Charles is his accomplice in the rehearsal side of
things although he prefers a box of nineteenth century nasal snuff to
weed and a lengthy piss up at the pub with me and various sheep farmers.
Adrian and Dave are busy recording drums and bass whilst i wile away the
first few days amending the latest chapter to 'The Gospel Of Filth' and
writing this pile of old baloney.
Incidentally the book is still progressing nicely although as you can
imagine the whole process is a lengthy one what with the constant
migration of ideas between conspirators and the amount of research that
has gone into it's construction, although author Gavin Badderley has
promised to deliver it early next year. Still, the wait will be worth it
i can promise you, the chapter i have just finished proof reading on (to
tie in with the chapter headed "Cruelty And The Beast") is extremely
cantankerous, tracing the history of serial murder from Medieval
attributions to werewolves through to modern day vampire-killers and
cannibals. This chapter also features an alternative narrative on the
Norwegian Black Metal murders of the mid-nineties as well as quotes and
useful insights by everyone from Mushroomhead to Emperor to Charlie
Manson. The next time i put poisoned ink to paper i will include a
preview of one of the more juicier parts of the text for your
delectation and much-sought after approval. But only if you're good
girls and boys...
Never before in the history of this band have we been so ready for an
album prior to going in. All of the songs have been rehearsed and demoed
relentlessly, Paul is actually going over one even as we speak, over and
over again to the point where i wish i'd never been born with ears. Like
a bat. Still, in my sensory radar is the smell of dinner being slowly
cooked, which is one great benefit of being cooped up in a residential
studio. The food! By the time i go to India at the end of the year i
will doubtless be about the size of a balloon with a face like Vince
Neil back on the booze. To be fair though, everyone is making an effort
to stay a little in shape this time around, even to the point of an
early morning jog. And Dave has upped wanking himself off to five times
a day AND with the other hand! Apparently. The threat of an upcoming UK
tour will do that to a man you know.
On the tour front the tickets sales are going so well we subsequently
decided to add in a warm-up show in sunny Colchester the day prior to
Southampton. Tickets for this are scant and going fast so you'd better
grab them quick if you wish to see us at our musical and possible
physical worse (five weeks worth of studio banquets later... ).
Anyway, that seems to be all for now, i promise to keep you updated on a
regular basis although as of next week i will be starting vocal duties
concurrently in studio two. This is so i'm not left to the last minute
with a stomach full of flutterbies.
We are also doing several covers during this recording period and if
someone out there can guess what they are, then a signed photo of
Charles wearing our new girlie knicker and bra set shall be yours. You
lucky fuckers! Till next i befoul the air with my presence.... hope you
all had a happy halloween! With love,
Count Filth.
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Update Two
Dear loyal readership, friends and
would-be English metal journalists,
The time has come once again to update your good selves on the
activities and nocturnal emissions of the band as we approach our fourth
week here at The Chapel studios in the pounding verdant heart of
Lincolnshire.
Well firstly, before i continue with matters of the band, my girlfriend
of fourteen years Toni and I were married on Hallowe'en in our hometown
of Ipswich with a few close friends and our daughter Luna present. My
Mother, having left for India that very same day obviously couldn't be
there, so we felt it best that our vastly extended families should be
told about it after the fact and in the better interests of sibling
harmony. The day itself was supplemented with copious amounts of
champagne, a posh lunch and a three hour limo ride to a pre-planned
Hallowe'en party that carried on right through to the next day somewhere
in the bonfire-lit depths of Norfolk. Our celebrations will then have to
abate until the 28th (which is Toni's birthday and fortuitously also the
last date of the studio before the tour) and then until we get to our
house in India for the Xmas break (i'd like to see Santa get down that
fucking chimney!). So that's that, we're officially Mr and Mrs Filth
until death do us prat, sorry, part.
Right, back onto the bloody album then.
Thus far the drums have been recorded along with the bass for the
entirety of the record and are sounding great, although a small problem
did arise at one point when Adrian noticed that he'd been recording with
a cracked cymbal. This was no small problem to correct as it meant
having to re-record several tracks again, but record them he did and
probably more to his and our satisfaction.
Vocals are well underway by a few weeks and are going well despite
having to slot them around drum editing, but at least they're underway.
Our first mission was to finish our version of Samhain's "Hallowe'en II"
for the forthcoming 'Underworld 2' soundtrack, a song that originally
was to feature original vocalist Glenn Danzig way back on the
Nymphetamine session but fortunately stayed it's ground unfinished. It
may surprise a few people to know that this song is probably the first
Cradle song to feature clean vocals from myself, albeit just the chorus
parts, but don't expect an emo ballad by any means, this is still a
C.O.F rendition after all!
Other news is that a local plebian small town journalist looking to
further his mundane existence chose to try and pursue a story about our
studio being a hotbed of drugs and vice recently, which, despite the odd
wife coming up for the weekends, is hardly that, well certainly not
outside of the bedroom. Since last time i wrote, matters on the drugs
front diminished immediately after it was revealed that the studio owner
runs a totally dry ship when it comes to anything other than booze and
even makes people stand outside for cigarettes, which as you can imagine
doesn't go down too well with certain binge-skagging members at all. But
in order to keep things on an even keel, people have kept to the rules
albeit with some hardship, especially when Miss Moss popped in to say
hello on her way back from working abroad last week, without the plum.
Bless her.
Live-wise the forthcoming tour British tour is being rehearsed for
in-between sessions and our replacement keyboardist Rosie is filling in
Martin's shoes with aplomb. Most dates are heading for sell-out, the
first warm-up show in Colchester having gone at the back end of last
week, with London, Manchester and possibly Glasgow going in the very
near future. So grab your tickets soon folks, they're going fast and
furiously. Honest!
There definitely is an air of trepidation building in the studio as the
tour creeps up on the band, everybody being eager to flip the coin onto
the other side in regards to getting out there and fucking things up
live (as opposed to fucking things up in the studio and flipping each
other the finger!). The sudden, radical change in surroundings should
certainly get the adrenaline pumping, especially with a new stage show
and set list at hand and playing places that we've never ventured to up
until now, like Newcastle, Southampton and Cardiff.
Of the other two covers, there is news. We have decided to undertake the
following tracks....'Stay' by Shakespeare's Sister, which will be see
Liv Kristine again sharing vocal duties and 'Temptation' by eighties new
wavers Heaven 17, which will also see Harry (formally of 'Dirty Harry')
guest. These songs were chosen mainly for their challenge rather than
their gay icon status and the need to tackle other more predictable
cover versions... these things breaking up the studio session like a
breath of foetid air when they're attacked with a certain flair of
creativity.
Well that's the band fucked then!
As for the rest of the album it is hard to say how songs like 'Libertina
Grimm', 'Tonight In Flames' or 'Cemetery And Sundown' will fan out, this
being the culmination of the first studio session, with only the bare
bones in place at the moment. On our eventual return, with more vocals
being addressed and the guitars underway, we should start seeing the
light behind the darkness and the songs finally rising into some
distinguishable, though rancid life.
As for other things, the food is still impeccable and the weather
freezing, the pub down the road still being our only real vice (we won
the pub quiz there last weekend though... ) bar a few visits
mid-mornings to local towns for random shopping trips. Rob the producer
is slowly recovering from his illness, i think the parasite has snaked
out of his arse and slipped along the corridor to someone else's room
much like a scene from the first 'Alien' movie. He still is unable to
drink alcohol at the moment though, a sorry state of affairs that finds
him clawing at the woodwork like a rabid hamster when the booze is
broken out and the moon risen full.
There have been the usual strange happenings here in true C.O.F fashion,
as in possessions disappearing for days on end and some more freak
guitar stuff happening (yes, the bass cab caught on fire once again!)
but for the most of it the gremlins have let us be. Engineer Dan Turner
(aka 'Hot Lips', 'Nun Trader' and 'Dan Syndrome') has yet to complete
his studio challenge this time around, which involves donning a
builder's hard hat, tight leather hot pants, shaving his legs, wearing
an over-stretched skinny girl's C.O.F shirt and then proceeding to ask
the builders working on studio three whether they have any cracks that
desperately need filling. So a shovel through his head then it is for
the next DVD!
Incidentally the current DVD, 'Peace Through Superior Firepower' is now
in stores and the track from the live show 'From The Cradle To Enslave'
is hitting the airwaves to coincide in time with it's release. A small
film crew is coming out on these British dates with us in order to
capture the event for a possible forthcoming documentary and there is
also the possibility of teaming up with the porn director Michael Ninn
and everybody's favourite troublemaker Bam 'The Patron Saint Of Finnish
Metal' Magera.
A live set from the British tour will also be recorded for one side of a
forthcoming double live album entitled "Trouble And Their Double Lives"
, which should see the light of day at some point late next year. Be
varned!
So much for a quiet time around the studio then. Hope this keeps you up
to date for the time being, another slowgress report should reach you by
the Xmas period, if not we're either dead or just sitting around hoping
to be...
All the best once again from the jagged precipice of reason,
Your fiend,
DANI FILTH.
The Chapel studios, Lincolnshire, November 2005 E.H.
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Update Three
Dear outsiders
(by that i mean those who are not held within the confines of this
accursed session!),
Once again i bring you news from the entity commonly referred to as
'mud' but whom we know, cherish and love as Cradle Of Filth. Mud is not
a bad analogy seeing as much of the time it has been raining, sleeting
or snowing in this part of the country, aside from the few days i had
off to visit home on Luna's birthday (February the eighth), when
miraculously the sun appeared as thought the home visit brought with it
some form of clemency from the weather.
Well, where to begin on this rampage through the recent annals of time?
Firstly the British tour was a roaring success, most of the shows were
sold out and those that weren't were close to dammit anyway. All the
gigs were great from the band's perspective, i personally loved every
minute of it and so, i believe, did Rosie, our new touring female
keyboardist. We also managed to squeeze a home visit in there as well as
a brief sojourn in the Scottish highlands just before our Glaswegian
show.
All in all a fantastic time was had by everyone involved, especially
Edwina Filth our machinated stage puppet who proclaimed that she'd had
an absolute ball. So many thanks go out to the 'Crewdle Of Filth' for
all their exceptional work in making the tour run seemingly like
clockwork and to the thousands of British fans that came to see us on
our home soil. It was a fantastic end to the year and we hope to see you
again at this year's Download festival.
Then it was a month in India for me at my Mum's Portuguese villa in Goa,
which was also pretty eventful, though obviously too much went on to
really scrape the surface of it here... lets just say that between the
bouts of eating (a different restaurant twice a day), drinking (two
dollars a bottle of Vodka!) and beaching it (i practically became a
professional frisbee thrower whilst i was out there), there were plenty
of incidents to incur the wrath of Vishnu. Our hired car broke down in
the jungle, we had a giant shrew pay nocturnal visits to our bedroom
(amid other creatures), I narrowly avoided being arrested for punching
through someone's windscreen when they almost ran Luna over, I had to
drug the neighbour's dog with valium sandwiches to keep the bloody thing
from howling all night, being the only western passengers on an twelve
hour Arabian flight (Toni walked in on the male prayer lounge whilst
they were praying... oops!), Luna going all grown up and having
mocktails, pedicures and practising Tai Chi on the beach and a News
Years Eve restaurant party that the family forced our way into and
practically took over, culminating in me demanding they put Michael
Jackson's 'Thriller' on because i wanted to boogie. Shish! Apart from
that we had a very relaxing time indeed, though the travelling was that
gruelling (especially when our duty-free was confiscated-no alcohol on
Arabian Airlines), we practically needed another holiday just to get
over it!
Anyway, the matter at hand, the studio...
Six weeks into the second bout finds us near completion aside from four
or five songs worth of vocals, which is due to an illness that has been
developing in me for the past month or two. Such was the seriousness of
the ailment ( I couldn't sing, so no difference there then!), that a
referral was made to Rob's homeopathic doctor back in the States which
immediately proved the worst. I was, and still am, suffering from
serious digestive allergies. Now I'm on the same insane amount of pills
that Rob was and is still on, plus a yeast-free diet that eliminates all
booze (noooo!!!!), sugar, vinegar and bread amongst other life-giving
foodstuffs. What a fucking nightmare! Aside from untreated meat, the
only thing I can actually eat for two months it seems is the packaging
that other food comes in!
Still, we soldier on as there are many other loose ends to tie together,
not least of all the keyboards, which are being handled by three
different players on this album as opposed to two on our recent outings.
Dan Presley is once again scoring the orchestral parts whilst other more
conventional, but no less interesting parts are being played in by a
previous stand-in keyboardist for us, a certain Mark Newby-Robson (AKA
'Captain Keyboards') with samples and weird effects/loops manipulated by
a certain Christopher Jon of American dark-wavers 'I, Parasite'.
Ville Valor of HIM has contributed vocals to 'The Byronic Man' whilst
(Dirty) Harry has completed 'Temptation'. Both contributions are
exemplary and really bring something really new to the table. Sarah
Jezebel Deva, in a brief spell away from completing her own 'Angtoria"
project has also sung and narrated on several tracks and we have had
visits from select members of the Lincoln Cathedral choir to add some
ethereal gloss.
Then there is still the main guest narration slot, which, at time of
going to press, is still being addressed with the actor in question. Of
course i will endeavour to keep you informed on this, when and where it
happens.
A few tracks are in the mixing stages to further our studio output
whilst i regain my health (with this amount of homeopathic remedies
rattling around my system, hopefully it won't be too far away..) and
these are sounding already far bigger than 'Nymphetamine'... this time
choosing to stay with the production team rather than bringing in an
independent mixer for the sake of continuity.
Aside from the music, we have already undertaken a photo shoot for
future album press shots at a secret location actually not too far from
the studio itself, where we spent most of the day freezing our nuts off
subject to the bleak late February elements (not too great when you're
tied to a crucifix with the wind howling off the Lincolnshire Wolds i
can testify!).
As for encounters of the ghostly kind, i can honestly admit with all
sincerity that I have never experienced anything like it, before, ever.
Well, not on this scale.
On returning to the studio Rob and myself had the good fortune to be
allocated rooms in The Dower House, an exceptional old building with
commanding views of sculptured gardens, the local graveyard and
accompanying scrub woodland where rooks caw and owls hoot like the choir
of the damned themselves, breaking the silence in what is a completely
quiet rural hamlet, aside from the odd report of shotgun fire in the
distant fields and the few cars that pass.
From the offset we knew something weird was afoot when things appeared
as from nowhere (vintage mirrors, glasses, even old gramophone
records...) and disappeared, seemingly without trace. There have also
been strange noises... Rob heard a trombone being played right outside
his room at four in the morning only to find no-one there when he
ventured the window... Dan and Sarah were plagued with the sounds of a
child's wind-up toy on separate occasions and in different buildings....
i was spotted peering in form the vocal booth late one evening, only for
Rob to find me tucked up in bed not five minutes later in the house down
the lane (well, that was his excuse!)... the list goes on. Lights
flicker, sounds bump... i even felt a hand on my shoulder as i was
drifting off to sleep late one evening as if Toni were sleeping beside
me. Still, it's better company than none at all i guess! I think a
seance is in order before we leave to get to the bottom of these creepy
going-ons once and for all, if only to set our minds at rest that it
isn't our over-stretched imaginations at play.
Over the last six weeks bands have come and gone from the other studio
(we are only utilising the one at the present) as has the local pub
landlord, (though that place is a sullen house of ill-repute to me now
that I cannot drink), leaving myself and Paul as the only band members
here. The effect is literally quite lonesome and one that can leave you
feeling as if you have been extricated from the entire human race! Thank
god then for reruns of 'Top Gear' on the entertainment channel over a
hearty breakfast of garlic spinach and yeast-free toast.
Another amusing thing to befall me was the box crammed full of goodies
sent from Hustler magazine in conjunction with some reviews i have
written for their May issue (along with Rob Zombie and John Carpenter),
on the subject of 'horror porn'. One of these, the incredible
'Murder-Set-Pieces', i have since got in contact with the director of,
seeing as the film is absolutely amazing stuff, if not a tad disturbing.
It is only available by mail order as it was refused classification in
the States, despite it's 2.2 million dollar budget. Anyway, i won't ruin
the surprise but instead will run the contact address.... but be warned!
This is exceptional strong stuff indeed, 'Film Threat' describes it as
the 'most graphic film ever seen', whilst 'LA Weekly' rates it as a
'glitzy, simulated snuff movie with a supporting cast of real-life Las
Vegas showgirls and prostitutes...'.
It is definitely not one for the faint of heart or those who are easily
offended. For those of you sick little puppies out there who fall under
neither category, the web site address is 'frightflix.com'.
Anyway, my amusing tale is thus. Said delivery from Hustler came
containing all manner of fruity goodies.. for example, aside from the
films i had to review, there was a full Japanese Anime blow-up doll
(which since has been put to good use, what with me falling asleep in
the same room as it and our comical production duo- Fuckwit and Dobbin)
as well as various Hustler memorabilia and wife restraining devices.
Obviously something from the box just had to fall into my laundry
basket, for when i went to retrieve my clothes from the washing machine,
i was pleasantly surprised to find that the cleaner had not only done it
for me, but she had hung everything out on racks to air. It was only at
this point that i noticed that she'd put a tub of Eros masturbation
jelly (unopened i hasten to add) on the tumble dryer for me to collect
in full view of all and sundry. What a literal wanker i must have
appeared...
Gliding swiftly on then... last but not least, the album artwork. Well,
considering we still haven't fully decided on an album title (there are
three or four strong contenders, 'Shriek Of The Pterodactyl'
unfortunately not being one of them...), the cover isn't finished as
yet, but the majority of the inside booklet is. Sam Araya has done such
a great job thus far that he will be also doing the colour plates
illustrations for the 'Gospel Of Filth' which is, in itself, reaching
the final stages of it's completion, (yes i know, i will be putting some
of it up for your appraisal shortly... ). The artwork can only be
described as an eclectic mix of photomontage and painting, giving the
pictures (and portraits) an ethereal colour quality quite different to
that of our previous albums.
I think that is all i can muster for now, there is so much more to be
immersed in, including sneaking into Rob's suite and 'borrowing' his
collection of 'art' magazines. Thank you for all your support during
these strangest of days, I give you my word that this album will emerge
the best yet, despite the influx of illness and ghostly goings on. You
know we fucking love it (the spectral visitations, not the pox).
All the best,
Your fiend,
Count Backwerdz, aka Dani Filth.
P.S. Since writing this i have been subject to more eerie
manifestations. Last night, i'd just had my delicious cup of rain forest
herbal tea (for the ailment) and taken my pills and then as normal
settled down to sleep with half a valium, the Frankenstein soundtrack
floating somewhere in the background and teddy to keep me warm, when all
of a sudden there it was... the same child's wind up toy that both Sarah
and Dan had experienced earlier in the week, but this time tinkling away
in my room. I leapt out of bed and ran to Rob's room to try and catch
him out (after all, i suspected all along that it was him planting the
bloody thing somewhere in the numerable cupboards, as he alone hasn't
heard it), but low and behold, he's on the phone and looks even more
startled than me, especially as i'm in the nude.
I have to admit, i was a little freaked out and having explored every
conceivable cubby hole available, conceded the inevitable... we were
being haunted. Rob is now eagerly awaiting his 'turn' on the phantom, as
am I, just to have someone else experience the oddity and the sensation
of having all the hairs on your arm standing to frigid, rigid attention.
Ghost-watch here we come!
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Update Four
Dear fellow fiends and fiendesses,
Welcome to my studio report from beautiful upstate New York, where,
within the Steven King-like surroundings of a quaint little town called
Millbrook, i have been laying down vocals for what is our final stage of
recording the new album 'Thornography'.
It may seem like the recording of this opus dei has been dragging on a
bit, but a small hiatus of a month or so was needed to allow me to
recover from an illness i had surreptitiously developed over the past
few years, which not only stopped me from singing, but kept me on a
yeast-free diet that has seen all mimicry of what is known in the
business as the 'Vince Neil chin' evaporate from my once slobbish chops.
I actually feel like a new man (i broke the old one) and am now totally
fluent in the language of diet and abstinence, having had three months
of rice cakes, herbal teas and homeopathic tablets to languish on.
Anyway that whole camaraderie of doctors and dieticians has granted me a
more positive outlook on the year, having come out the other side
relatively unscathed, which i confess, a month or two ago i was very
sceptical of.
But now, amongst the rich, woodland clime of early Summertime upstate
New York, in this excellent studio far removed from the hustle and
bustle of the city (but near enough to civilisation to warrant shopping
trips to the mall and good meals out), the vocals are
near-to-fucking-completion.
Thank the stars!
What else to say?
Well, the area is fantastic, the studio actually stands right next to
the Alfred Hitchcock estate with it's creepy Bavarian stone gatehouse
and 1800 acre forest to pretend to be Fenriz in (this was also where
Timothy Leary first introduced LSD when he first rented the place), the
quaint little towns of Millbrook, Pleasant Valley and of course, the
infamous 'Sleepy Hollow' are all just down the road and there is enough
verdant woodland scenery to drown in. I must admit, it is very
inspirational.
And it hasn't been that lonely. 'Dry Kill Logic' have been using one of
the studios for a couple of days to do some work toward their new album
and there have been numerable visits from local associates, especially
as Paul the owner has a very well stocked licensed bar on the premises
(something that is very, very hard to resist in my present non-alcoholic
condition, especially with - ye gods, why?- proper Guinness on tap!).
Plus the fact that there is so much to do vocally keeps one preoccupied
for much of the time that isn't spent on cooking or sleeping. It's self
catering, but there are a few bedrooms as well as a large living room
and kitchen in the band house side. Of the two studio rooms, the main
room (with it's excellent live room and large control room) reminds me
continuously of a cattle ranch (the whole place being built of thick
struts of local wood), whilst the second studio (the one we're using to
cut the vocals) is decidedly more austere and Victorian, due to it's
carriage lamps and floor to ceiling black columns.
Myself and Rob (Caggianno -producer and fellow sufferer) love these
studio two rooms so much that we bought a horned bull's head to hang
over the mixing console, intended for added atmosphere here in the inner
sanctum of aural witchcraft (although it wouldn't go amiss in studio
one's cattle ranch either).
Other news to report other than the onset of seclusion and general
insanity?
The band have been furiously rehearsing back in England for our
forthcoming spate of Summer festivals whilst i have been away singing,
the next thing on our radar being the mixing of the album in Derbyshire
with Andy Sneap's deft fingers and ears at the helm before jetting out
for the belated press trips.
So that's my brief and somewhat late U.S studio report filed. I know it
sounds a little boring but i can assure it wasn't. It was a thousand
times better than the last few weeks of Lincolnshire with me practically
a hermit confined to my bedroom writing poetry like some sad old goth at
death's sombre door.
Oops! (I'm thirty three this year. The same age that christ died).
And did i mention the weather out there? The weather was either
merciless in it's heavenly downpour or boiling beyond endurance, much
like England suddenly became the moment i stepped off the plane back
onto proper terror firma.
It gave the whole few weeks an unprecedented holiday vibe, like being
away from home back when you were a kid. It was weird but cool. In a
weird way.
And ooh, just one last thing to mention before i flutter off because
it's funny, although, as you can imagine, it obviously wasn't at the
time. Having just been the happy owner of a multi region DVD player that
decided to fuck up on me just beyond it's warranty cut-off date, i
decided (due to the amount of region 1 films i've bought on tour and
having long searched in vain for a new one in the UK), to cleverly buy
one from the States at a fraction of the cost and have it shipped home
to good ol' Blighty.
Can you imagine my horror then when i smugly plugged it into the back of
my telly and the bloody thing blew up right in my face as i hadn't
remember the fucking continent voltage difference! A twat of the highest
calibre indeed!
Anyway, all the best for a week or two, though in truth we have actually
finished the album now, i just haven't been arsed to catch up with my
writing. I'll put vein to paper when i get over the end-of-album
parties.
Your fiend, free of the hideous Chimera,
Dani.
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