
The rain it raineth on the just
And also on the unjust fella;
But chiefly on the just, because
The unjust hath the just’s umbrella .
Soggy out there isn’t it? And I’m off camping in it as well.
See you next week once I’ve dried out.
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The rain it raineth on the just
And also on the unjust fella;
But chiefly on the just, because
The unjust hath the just’s umbrella .
Soggy out there isn’t it? And I’m off camping in it as well.
See you next week once I’ve dried out.
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Feelin’ a bit autumnal at the moment isn’t it? Wonder if that’ll be reflected in this weeks tunes?

Two weeks in a row eh?
Thanks to those of you who made it over to the Old Market Assembly last Friday to watch me support Normanton Street. There are some photos doing the rounds, taken by a nice chap called Nathen Fitchen – if you ‘re after gig photography round Bristol, you should hit him up
Onwards to the tunes!
Ahhhh, sweet, sweet music – the one thing this week that’s stopping me from shaving my head, climbing the nearest tall building with a high powered rifle and picking off strangers, due to insane levels of work stress …
(and yes, that’s a vague excuse for the brief hiatus in transmission – sorry to those jonesing for their next fix of odd and eclectic beats)
Nevermind, eh?
<uncorks bottle>
ONWARDS!
Festive binge session over, I’m back with three of the finest tunes to have graced my ugly lugholes since the last one of these was posted – which to be honest an almost embarrassingly long time ago …
Been a while since one of these – largely as I was lounging in a field at the utter hippie-fest that was Sunrise.
Bloody good music though, which – in a seamless segue – leads me onto todays little ditties.
Shameless, aren’t I.
Ahoy guys – it’s that time of the week again!
Three of the choicest cuts to hit my ears this week, passed onto yours in time for the weekend.
As ever if you like the kind of thing I drop, come and see my play live, and buy me a pint to say thanks … your next chance is this Saturday night at Basement 45 with the guys from Whomp for their now legendary annual Christmas Bad Jumper Party
Another swing, another miss … apologies for the tardiness, it was my little girl’s 1st birthday yesterday (Happy Birthday Charlotte!) so I was utterly exhausted after chasing around a room full of ~1 years olds.
Meh, enough with the excuses, on with the music.
Ah, the delights of playing tunes with your mates, drinking a few beers and then attempting to write a blog post – oh dear …
Get a little excited as I’m writing this one – incoming WHOMP night this Friday at Basement 45 in Bristol. Sadly the front room is mostly house ( 🙂 ), but myself and a few good buddies with be bringing a fat sack of party breaks and beats (as well as some minging knitwear) to rock room two – schaaaaaawing!
Onwards to the tunage!