Month: May 2012

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last gig in england until september – POSTPONED

This show has been postponed due to a last minute gig offer from the Southbank, see above post.

I have a show next Sunday 10th June at The Book Club in Shoreditch for the good folk at ‘Live & Unamplified‘.

I am on early doors at 8pm joined by Basia on violin and perhaps some others.

Do come, this is my last show in London before I kill myself abroad doing the best part of fourty shows in two months!

100-106 Leonard Street  The City, London EC2A 4RH
http://www.wegottickets.com/event/155976
https://www.facebook.com/events/358314937558717/http://www.wearetbc.com/

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songs & whispers tour with ‘she makes war’ and cajita

***UPDATE*** i have sadly had to withdraw from this tour but will be going to germany, holland and belgium in the autumn instead

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In July I am off on a four week tour of Holland, Belgium and Germany with music promoter Songs & Whispers.

Also sharing the bill with me are the brilliant and lovely She Makes War and Cajita, who came by today for what mainly turned out to a 90’s nostalgia fest!

Although I have no proof, Lisa Loeb, Belly, Radiohead, Longpigs and Smashing Pumpkins sing-a-longs were the order of the day… If you are planning on coming along to see us on tour, you have been warned!

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more than today

Have just had a really fun 24hrs in my studio surrounded by all of my favourite microphones and instruments! I hope you enjoy this shiny new track.

How many songs have these worn heart strings still got left?
I awoke this morning off key and quite bereft but well
My pen it is still willing and the paper it receives.
We caught up with the moorhen and we joked about our dreams.

If absence makes the heart grow fonder, dear you’d better stay;
I couldn’t care about you any more than I do now today.

Patience is a virtue, good things come to those who wait;
But who will be the judge of when the hour is getting late?
And anyway there is that other one about fish and the sea!
Pick you cliche, start the clock, compare notes over tea.

Spring it turns to summer, just as night it turns to day.
When in the autumn of our years will we opine away about
How foolish and how young we were, how little we all knew.
I love all my mistakes and well this heart it still beats true.

Actions speak louder than words but what about a song?
A most prolific muse you’ve been, I’ve toiled here late and
Long into the night, trying to make sense of all these things and more;
Like why I feel the way I do when you walk through the door.

My pen it has momentum but the day waits for no man.
There are so many things I know I’ll never understand
I’ll be here in September for the rest I cannot say.
I’m sure of change, death and taxes, sunshine and of rain.