Ahhhhh The Welsh Valleys - what wonders their fair hilly hills can bring upon the gearbox of a car. Luckily for the patrons of Saturdays Charity Gig at the Cwmaman Institute however , Bomb Culture’s Beat-Mobile’s managed this almost vertical terrain to get to the gig on time.....
Although thoroughly enjoying the gig, we did feel a little out of place as evidenced by the amount of grandparents, children and those waiting for another Oasis / Stereophonics cover….but there were enough people who warmly shook our glands after we left the stage to make it all worthwhile – anyhoo, the gig raised much needed funds for the Hospital so our work here is done. We’d like to give a big ‘Ta’ to Jaime for inviting us, Eggy for suggesting us and another to the handful of people who grooved and funked to the wobbly wibbly beats.
Although thoroughly enjoying the gig, we did feel a little out of place as evidenced by the amount of grandparents, children and those waiting for another Oasis / Stereophonics cover….but there were enough people who warmly shook our glands after we left the stage to make it all worthwhile – anyhoo, the gig raised much needed funds for the Hospital so our work here is done. We’d like to give a big ‘Ta’ to Jaime for inviting us, Eggy for suggesting us and another to the handful of people who grooved and funked to the wobbly wibbly beats.
So where for art thou BC? Where dust thou go now then, eh? Apologies for slipping into a touch of the old Shakespearian, but what better way to tempt you with yet another hint of the upcoming album…The studio is currently resembling a Zimbabwean sweatshop that churns out T-shirts with ‘No problem here’ logo’s as hairy beat master Berty curses and punches his way through another recording session.
Recording is an enlightening and irritating experience as you suddenly find that those bits you loved from the middle of a track are actually far too long and need a good trimming, resulting in the feeling that you’ve just hacked off a major bit of your body (not exactly the penis, maybe an ear or something). It’s a right bitch I can tell ya. Anyhooo, onwards, upwards and forwards towards the Magnificent Octopus that will be BC’s first album. Ohhhh I’m quivering with the thought of it all, although that could be the valium wearing off.
Recording is an enlightening and irritating experience as you suddenly find that those bits you loved from the middle of a track are actually far too long and need a good trimming, resulting in the feeling that you’ve just hacked off a major bit of your body (not exactly the penis, maybe an ear or something). It’s a right bitch I can tell ya. Anyhooo, onwards, upwards and forwards towards the Magnificent Octopus that will be BC’s first album. Ohhhh I’m quivering with the thought of it all, although that could be the valium wearing off.
I’ll leave you today with a thought on the nature of fame and the only part of last night’s Bafta’s that was worth watching – Harry Hill’s acceptance speech…'Baffy-waff!Baffy-Waffy-Wim-wham!Wim-Wham-Baffy-Whaff! Waff-waff,whiffy-waffy-wafta!'
Bomb Culture - Put the spuds on darling; I'm coming home.
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