press... and release

Have been penning a press release while waiting for next batch of promo cards to arrive. I've written loads of PRs but it's still weird to be writing one about yourself. Especially when you're quoting yourself. I feel I'm being too formal with myself by calling myself 'Mr' but suspect this will stay....

Inspiration...

I'll try and post the poster, but there's someone who lost their cat, found a cat they thought was theirs but have since discovered it really isn't their cat since (i) it doesn't like yoghurt (ii) it doesn't mind going to the vet (iii) it doesn't have a microchip (iv) it hasn't been neutered. It's a fantastic story (rather than the brief precis I give it here) is tied to various lamposts in Southville and demands a song. Something folky and olde myth methinks...

We have a rumour

Apparently, right, apparently there is a house high on Stackpool Road where the basement gets flooded at high tide causing a 'vortex' of water to swirl around down there until the waters recede. Is this true, we must ask. Is it an old wives' tale? Is it a tale told by an estate agent to sell a house in Hotwells? Is it worth a song? We need facts. We need another old wive.

A new beginning

So there I was, just getting out the guitar... wondering where to start... discovering that my amplifier doesn't appear to work unless it's lying on its back...  So that's where to start. New amplifiers, please.
Time to go lo-fi. Where's the banjo ukulele again, Dave?

How to start a show Blatantly

1: Get box.

2: Open the box.

3: Distribute. And I'm guessing here that you got one. So that bit's worked, then.