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Diary of first time father Alan Beck (previously Gasolineros guitarist)

Tuesday, May 18, 2004

Where learning is an end in itself

Difficult to know what to make of Cambridge, really. There was certainly a Deliverance twang to the daytime clientele of the Man on the Moon, but as the sun went down, ghoulish young folk in black tatters and four-inch rubber soles began to mass around Norfolk St. By the time Buffalo went on, the venue was a steamy pit of hormones, and the rocky set was looking a distinctly good idea.

Buffalo were good, in fact, especially as it was, apparently, their first show. Ever. But with interesting songs and strong voices, you'll never go far wrong. They'll be at the Betsey Trotwood soon, so check out the listings.
Charlie Moore 4 got over their singer's sickness and bass player's debut with much post-rock aplomb, boosted by an eager local following.

As for us, well, new song "The Great Migration" was a highlight, two days old and sounding appropriately fresh. 'Plans to See You' gets better ever play, and the set is now, well, as good as it should be.

The Familiar Ground equipment curse struck for the third show in a row, of course. Always something different, this time distortion pedal crackle, pop and bypass. I haven't broken a string during it yet, though, or had a light fall on me, so keep watching for instalment four.

Meantime, more new songs to work on tomorrow and Thursday, so we should have the guts of six or seven tracks to record next month. Hopefully something will replace FG. God knows, I love the song but...

Tuesday, May 04, 2004

Sunshine and showers

Still pissing it down outside, but the odd ray of sunshine is pushing into Gasoland.

After months of negotiation, all matters Australian appear resolved and we should be releasing something out there pretty soon, probably a single of 'You Own Us' with 'Beautiful Twin' on the B-side.
And as I stood on a rain and windswept car park at 8am this morning, talking to a man in an Easycar van/mobile office with drips from the mini-awning running down my neck, I could think of worse places to be than a beach down under.

On this side of the pond, we've picked up a show at Metro on Oxford St. No date as yet, but it should be late this month or early June, as the Glasshouse show in Blackfriars has been cancelled due to refurbishment. Hm.

A few things bubbling under label-wise in the UK, but I dont want to tempt fate. As any fule kno, ain't no such thing as a sure thing.

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