Saturday, October 30, 2010
As I haven't posted anything for ages, I thought I'd paste in the latest Gravenhurst mail out, thus contravening my self-imposed regulation of keeping this blog independent of my day job (not taking my work home with me). New song lyrics aside, the mail out is the most creative thing I've written for a while so what the hell. Here we go.
Greetings people of refined taste and discerning proclivities. And hello to the dull, the indifferent and the moronically incurious. And the horrifyingly pointless. All are welcome here.
I am roughly half way through the creation of the next Gravenhurst album. I will however be taking a break from writing and recording in November because Paul Smith of Maximo Park has a solo album coming out and he has invited me to perform as the main the support act on his tour of Europe and the UK, and naturally I said ‘Fuck yeah’. So here are the dates.
Thursday 4 November, HOLLAND - Amsterdam, Sugar Factory
Friday 12 November, ITALY - Milan, La Casa 139
Saturday 13 November, ITALY - Rome, Blackout
Sunday 14 November, ITALY - Mirano (VE), Moon Club
Tuesday 16 November, SWITZERLAND - Luzern, Bar 59
Wednesday 17 November, SWITZERLAND - Fribourg, Café de la Fonderie
Friday 19 November, SWITZERLAND - Zurich, Plaza
Saturday 20 November, FRANCE - Paris, Fleche d'Or
Sunday 21 November, BELGIUM - Brussels, Botanique/Rotonde
Tuesday 23 November, UK - Southampton, Joiners
Wednesday 24 November, UK - Oxford, Jericho
Friday 26 November, UK - Nottingham, Bodega
Saturday 27 November, UK - Leeds, Brudenell
Sunday 28 November, UK - Birmingham, Glee Club
Monday 29 November, UK - Bristol, Thekla
Wednesday 1 December, UK - London, Bush Hall SOLD OUT
Thursday 2 December, UK - Manchester, Deaf Institute. SOLD OUT
Friday 3 December, UK - Glasgow, Classic Grand
Saturday 4 December, UK - Newcastle, Sage 2
I will be playing at least four new songs and several old ones, switching between electric and acoustic guitars as quickly as possible and trying to avoid wasting time repeatedly tuning up. I will as ever be accompanied by a number of drone-making electronic devices. I am assured by a reliable source that the Deaf Institute in Manchester is haunted and that three-part harmonies may be provided spontaneously by the resident revenants who are doomed to wander the eternal limbo between the realms of the living and the dead, unable to rest in peace until they find that fucking stereo mini jack to quarter inch patch lead that some cunt from the support band accidentally-on-purpose wandered off with after a gig that ended in disaster when part of the building collapsed, trapping the group of singers back stage for three days over the course of which they were driven insane by a monumentally pedantic sound engineer. By the time rescue workers reached them they had smeared the walls with their excrement and eaten their own eyes before finally strangling themselves to death with XLR cables. The sound engineer was found unharmed, lucid, and fervently espousing his position on the problem of phase cancellation in applications involving multiple microphone placements.
Hope to see you there.