3 Signs

So today I have been clearing out my room. Amongst the many artifacts found was a sprial bound notepad that I used to use in the days of presenting shows on the short-lived Cambridge Cafe Radio.

What really intrigues me about this is the fact that on the right hand side of one of these pages is a list headed '3 signs'.

Item one is: I'm not stressed + 1.5

Fair enough I could have been doing a list of mantras for some self-affirmation technique or something. Though only saying half of it the second time round leads to it reading 'I'm not' which has not connotations in the world of being positive.

Item two: Spagetti.

Which could be on a shopping list, but doesn't go with anything else in this collection. Still food can have feel good about the self qualities. The third item on the list cannot have this vibe though.

Item Three: running into walls.

Now there is no way this fits in the world of self-affirmation and positive belief techniques, unless you study Karate. And I don't, and even then would not have anything to do this as a passtime.

Alan Carrn't

So we have played at the Bishop Stortfords excellent Acoustic Club a couple of times. One of the guys there killed himself a few weeks ago, and I kind of have this poem floating round in my system thats just jumped onto the screen. Its not a polished piece of work, and it may never be finished, but as it stands its Alans funeral tomorrow (well today for those who do this thing by hour as opposed to sleep patterns), so here are the words:
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He couldn't play the drums no more
The hands couldn't do it right
But it was more than his body
That was left paralysed.

The rhythm taken away
More than cells that died
Couldn't stick it out
Hello suicide

He didn't drink.
He didn't smoke.
But thats no protection.
Against a stroke.

Bad things
Bad things
Bad things
can happen to
Good folk.

Thomas Truax magical man!

Just come back from an evening supporting Thomas Truax and Um. I've been really, really blown away by the headline act tonight - Thomas Truax is a fantastic stage show. With an array of homespun archaic instruments but creating beautiful moving works of sonic art at the same time, the man earns my respect.

I haven't felt so inspired to explore new ways of creating music by an act I've seen for a long, long time.

Unfortunately one of these ideas involves a vibrator!

iTunes Link

Link to the iTunes store!

Cafe Notes

So I sit here listening to some Cuban samba vibes in a cafe in Cambridge. The large window offers a life size view of the bus stop and the troupe of people waiting to be taken through the centre of town and then whatever destination lies beyond.

And what lies beyond for Karmadillo? We get a test with our drummer the week after Strawberry Fair - this will lead to playing bigger venues and and even better vibe with playing live. We wait. We wait.

Gigs ahoy

OK - so right after announcing we were going to have a quiet summer we end up playing Strawberry Fair, Bishop Stortford and the Portland Arms in Cambridge. It looks like there will be a load of other festivals happening over the summer as well.

The Portland Arms one is supporting the wonderfully eccentric Thomas Truax - he plays the fantastic home grown constructions that are the Sister Spinster and the Hornicator.

Back Message Video is a David Icke Tribute?!

So I've just put up the video for a song made right on the outskirts of Las Vegas. The song is Back Message which was one recorded as part of the RPM challenge earlier on this year.

As you can tell from the clear blue sky it was done during the Vegas rainy season (4 inches of rain in the month!). Click here to view it.

The interesting thing for me is the supposedly contextually sensitive google ads. The ads look at what is written on the page and serve up ads according to what Google thinks is relevant. Don't know what Google were up to here though, as apparently the song inspires the spirit of David Icke (see the bottom ad).

If you don't know who David Icke is, he was once a goalkeeper. He moved on to better things as a leading spokesperson for the Green Party back in the days when governments didn't even pretend to care about global warming and so they weren't taken seriously, and helped them be listened to. He then went off on one and proclaimed himself the Son of God and a modern day Jesus Christ, helping ensure the Green Party were not taken seriously. He now is an author whose journalistic aim is to expose the reptilian bloodline that rules the world. Yes folks, we are apparently all ruled by giant lizards. Maybe thats why Bush and Blair invaded Iraq - they needed somewhere warm to get their circulation going. Those two are quite definitely cold-blooded creatures after all.