Wish me luck, today I'll try to get something that isn't too awful onto some tracks of Jake's at the WitneySoundCentre.
Got some cider, had a chicken wrap, sitting in the stunning early May sun. This is the life. Worth the 1 hr drive!
Mill streams a gurglin' and I'd let myself into the studio if:
1) I had keys
2) I wanted to get out of this lovely sun.
A quiet moment in an otherwise tortured existence.
Question of the day: do you find the widespread use of the made up infantile word "radicalised" (and the many crap forms therefrom) as annoying as I do?
I swear modern journalists are getting so lazy it's a real turn off.
I'm 35 you know.