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February 2005
Monday, February 28th, 2005

The gig on Saturday was ace again. There were an awful lot of lovely people there. And Kate Moss. I have never fancied Kate Moss in print, but she is pretty fit in real life. More lived in.

My internet here has been on and off, which is maybe why I never got round to telling you that I’ve been nominated for best newcomer at the Welsh Music Awards. Birddogg and I shall also be playing at the ceremony, which is in Cardiff tommorrow.

— Monday, February 28th, 2005

Saturday, February 26th, 2005

Swells is still the greatest living music critic.

Here are some photos of the gig we did in Manchester. See the bone structure of The North.

We’re playing with Carbon Silicon in London again tonight. Might try a new song.

— Saturday, February 26th, 2005

Thursday, February 24th, 2005

I went out last night.

Serious! FIrst time in, um, time. I have been out to anything non-work related. We were out till 2am! Jesus!

We went to a nice Karaeoke bar down Stoke Newington High Street with our neighbour Gay Rory and his hot friend Kate. Gay Rory did an excellent Funky Cold Medina, which was ended prematurely by the mocking host, later to be found belting out a passable Bon Jovi number. Wade blessed us with a tuneless Ring Of Fire, and Jeremy brought the house down with an impassioned… something. What was it? Hmm.

Kate and I didn’t get to do Love Will Tear Us Apart and Together In Electric Dreams though, cos time ran out. It was all those bloody children doing en-masse versions of Red Hot Chili Peppers songs, I reckon.

So, that interview I did with Sage Francis is up on PlayLouder. It is quite long.

— Thursday, February 24th, 2005

Monday, February 21st, 2005


Hunter is dead.

Long live Hunter.

You inspired me, for good or ill, more than any of them.

— Monday, February 21st, 2005

Sunday, February 20th, 2005

50’s logic seems to be infectious. Will Smith’s publicist says Big Willie “has sumthin’ for Eminem” on a track from his new LP, Mr. Nice Guy, designed to ruin the Fresh Prince’s rep for good. “It’s the most in-depth, revealing writing that I’ve done in my career,” says Bill. I can’t WAIT!

So, last night we were invited to once more join Carbon Silicon live. It was in the back of a restaurant in Farringdon, and we enjoyed it immsensely. Miranda Richardson was there! Gwilym was very excited. Also there to see Mick Jones and co. were Neil Tennant and dear Janet Street Porter who still looks odd minus glasses.

We are doing it again next Saturday. It is a pleasure to play with, like, proffesionals, I must say.

— Sunday, February 20th, 2005

Friday, February 18th, 2005

So Swiss from So Solid and Barry from Cream Cartel just dropped by the studio, and OH SHIT! Yer man Swiss cooked up a hot 16 on the spot, and dropped it like fucking BRICKS, son, I swear down.

So that’s Dreams laced and ready. We’re finishing 1234567 now, and Paul’s coming round which will be fun. I’m a finish Moth’s stuff tommorrow, and Bird and me’ll finish ATD 7 Sunday. YEA YES YES. Overtake. I feel like Jay-Z. Dang!

So, Wade wants to go and see Juliet Lewis at the Barfly. I nevwer fancied her, but he did. He said it was to justify ugly indie girls, or something.

I fancied Belina Carlisle.

Whooit, whoo!

— Friday, February 18th, 2005