£25 a week from each of us is trickling into an account to buy a van. We plan to buy a 17-seater minibus and remove all but 5 seats to leave enough space for the gear, the band and five beds. Dave will have to go on a more stringent diet.
November's recordings have been going well but slowly. It took 70 hours to get 7 minutes of drums to put in the final mix, resulting in a 0.017% success rate. It seemed to be like developing the perfect golf swing without seeing where the balls goes.
We had a band from Southampton, the Blue Screen of Death, here to record one of their latest songs. The session was very nearly cancelled when they had a punch-up a few weeks ago and luckily they kissed and made up. As the drums are played I hear how loud they are elsewhere in the house – next stop Homebase sound-insulation department.
Our Facebook group has exceeded the 200-fans mark and to celebrate we each had a spoonful of my homemade fudge-sludge. Mmm... camel diarrhoea. Talking of food, we each have to produce a meal in every month that tastes as good as Dave's mum coated in jam. They are each rated out of five and the person with the most points at the end of the month has a party held in their name (the most important part is that they don't have to buy the booze).
Dave is recording the electric guitar for Where He Never Was, time for him to discover his mental barriers and cast them into the void of oblivion. Or, at least to stop playing like a phocomelus twatbag.
