Checking in.

Look at that, my goodness. 2017 already.

One way or another, this is going to be a very busy year, for me at least.  There are new EPs from both Dog Moon Howl and The Craig Hughes Two due for release over the next few months (details to be finalised for the Dog Moon Howl one at our first rehearsal of the year next weekend).  A series of self promoted gigs, possibly marking the return of the old That Devil Music night.  A limited edition run of “hand stamped” CDs and a similar tape run of my back catalogue.  Regular updates over at the Ritual Objects blog (and this one).  Some other stuff.

I hope you’ll find something in there that appeals.  Keep checking back.

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Here’s the thing.

It’s been a week of trying to fix and maintain guitars and P.A. kit.  Not my favourite way to spend my time but a necessity in my game.  The mood of frustration instilled by one too many loose earth connections was not exactly helped by the outcome of the U.S. election.

While grimly working my way through report after report of a wave of hate crimes Stateside following Trump’s victory, I’ve seen the odd comment here and there from Trump voters saying it’s not fair that they’re being labelled as bigots. They voted based on what they believed was right, blah blah blah. Same thing happened after Brexit. At least a couple of long posts circulated on Facebook from pro-Brexit voters protesting that their vote had been founded on solid reasoning. It was, they believed, desperately unfair to judge them racist and right-wing just because so many other Brexit voters were exactly that.

Here’s the thing though. If you so carefully considered your vote, you must have known that you were at least nominally aligning yourself with some very dodgy elements. It should hardly be a surprise, then,  that you might find yourself having to clarify your reasoning.  After all,  no matter how moderate the slogan on your placard, if you are seen waving it amongst all the cunts at a cunt parade, it’s hardly a stretch for the casual observer to take you for a cunt.


Ninety-Nine Problems and a Pitch ain’t One

My film-making ambitions have largely withered and died but I found the following scrawled on the back of an old song lyric by my bed the other morning.  It was under a dusty pile of books dating back at least a few months and I have no clear recollection of having written it.  Presumably I was half asleep at the time.

What follows is verbatim:

Scotsploitation – there’s got to be a market for this sort of thing?

The Cumnockance – haunted house movie set in East Ayrshire.

Possil Kickboxer II: The Drum – sequel to Possil Kickboxer featuring a Kumite-style finale set in Drumchapel.  No need to actually make Possil Kickboxer.  That would be a load of pish.

The Creature from the Blue Lagoon – post apocalyptic Glasgow tale featuring a mutated special fish supper.

Dinnae

There is no pitch note for Dinnae.  Just an off-the-page squiggle indicating that sleep was suddenly upon me.

So there you have it.  Expect to be hearing about a Kickstarter campaign for The Cumnockance very soon.


My Postie’s a Prick

Been buying in a few VHS tapes and the likes for reviewing purposes on the soon-to-be revived Ritual Objects blog.  I’m waiting for a couple of parcels.

So, it’s just past midday, postie’s due and I’m in the kitchen getting a brew on when I hear a loud “bang” from the close, like a door slamming.  I go to the door and look through the keek-hole in time to witness the postie taking one of my parcels – he’s right outside my door, mind – raising it to head-height and slamming it down on the concrete, while muttering “fuck this!” or some-such.  He uses enough force that it bounces back up to about his shoulder.

I tear open the door and ask, I think justifiably, “What the fuck are you playing at?”

He looks a bit like a rabbit caught in the headlights and says, “Oh, sorry, I dropped that,” while hastily handing me a small stack of three parcels and some mail.

“Did you fuck – I just watched you through the door-” indicating the keek-hole “-and you deliberately bounced it off the fucking ground.”

“Sorry, I dropped it, I apologise.”

“Sorry, I just watched you throw it.  It better no be fucking damaged.”

While he starts trying to make a joke of how tough a climb the stairs are, I slam the door in his face.

It occurs to me I’ve heard him do this before with parcels – the loud “bang” – I’d just never realised what it was I’ve been hearing.  I’ve had damaged stuff before which has almost certainly been down to this wee shite.  Today’s parcels each contained four VHS tapes, well packaged but not enough to stop several of the boxes from shattering.  I’ve had identically damaged tapes before – now I know why.  This is really taking the piss.

I suppose I’ll have to put in a complaint.  Slapping him until he cries would probably be frowned upon.


Life’s being a bit heavy handed with the irony today.

That moment when the exercises you do to keep your constantly-aching-after-35-years-of-guitar-playing fingers working reopen the cut you got when a screwdriver slipped while setting up your guitar. On the anniversary of Hendrix’s death as well.

Life’s being a bit heavy handed with the irony today (“heavy handed”!  Geddit?!). I was going to say I’d slap the next person who tells me they’d “love to be a musician” but I wouldn’t risk it. I’d probably lose a thumb.


It’s a digital world about which I could give increasingly less of a fuck.

From what’s left of channelnowhere.com:

… well, it happens to us all.  Great big hard drive crash.  Months/years of work lost, as well as applications and so on.  Channel Nowhere’s websites have all fallen victim to local storage hell, so please bear with us as we try to clone a sow from the devil’s own silk purse.

And there you have it.  Normal service might be resumed eventually.


Doing away.

Well then, that’s another month by.  Currently, I’m trying to restructure/streamline Channel Nowhere (as a businessman, I make a pretty decent guitarist and I’m afraid the whole thing has become rather onerous, not to mention messy).

There was supposed to be a whole big release for the re-master of Pennies On My Eyes but after months of dragging on it now seems more prudent to just get it out there.  Physical copies will be available online in the next few days and from the next Craig Hughes Two gig which is at The Vestry in Dundee on Saturday July 2nd as part of the Almost Blue festival (8pm start).

In about a fortnight I’ll have some concrete news regarding more live work and a recording/release schedule for the rest of this year into 2017.  Until then look for an update or two at the Ritual Objects … blog.  Unless I decide to bin it, right enough.