just came across the website of an old mate, right across it. messy, sorry. no. not that sort of website. the site of a dude i lost touch with. he moved on. i have to do that it seems. fuck.
...did i mention i'm writing a book? well I'm writing a book. slowly. very very slowly. I googled 'how many words in a book'. answer: 80,000. oh. i'll be a while then. lots of pictures perhaps?
to like pearl jam, to understand what the fuss was about. didn't work. they sound like a parody of 90s music. my mate tried to get me into them by playing this one track he was raving about, i actually laughed at it. even watched a documentary to understand them more, that didn;t work either. he's a tit and they're gash. but i did really try
so. we reached 500 'likes' on facebook this week. thats pretty good i think... and the new band, not even performed yet has over 250. I think if we were teenagers we'd have loads more. but each one is hard earned and appreciated.
what you see when you have a page is how many people see each post, how many interact - 'like' it, share it, comment on it etc. and still by far the most popular one sugarstone ever posted was along the lines of 'we're doing a set of original songs - what would you like us to play?' it reached like 800 people or something...
though most people know us for the cover band we've become for purely selfish reasons, the people that are most interested like the original songs. Bigtime Charlie, Make Me and Policeman were the most requested from memory.
so why the covers? well. people go and see cover bands in pubs. people often do not go to see bands playing original music. we only play places where people like to go.
this years Middlesbrough Music Live was a harsh reminder of what the scene can be like. Now diluted to a handful of town centre pubs trying desperately to up the number of daytime drinkers coming in by exploiting bands willing to play for nothing to their mams, college friends and a lone dancing toddler at the front, this formerly reasonably mighty festival now looks the rock equivalent of a half arsed women's institute coffee morning on a wet wednesday in skinningrove.
thats why covers
its no fun playing to noone
what is going on. i mean really. 20 years of sugarstone next year. so much water and only one fucking bridge. sometimes things seem so difficult? but sugarstone is still easy. something that really helps. thanks everyone.
new job, hmmmm. new life, hmmmm we'll see. so far so good. more playing guitar in pubs for hours needed. bring it the fuck on
mmm'kay. been in the studio again - 4 songs done, remixing etc now. back gigging 9th sept then will probably need to slow it down again. things are changing. again. all good we hope. cha'mone
well 1st gig at o gradie's redcar. v. nice. sweaty. very very hot. and a bbq the night before. so it's summer yes. the ferry across the channel is calling. one more gig & then summer break. but before that - studio time!! more original rock n that coming out. gerrin!!!
m'wah ha ha x
note: glastonbury. not 'glasto'. grrr.
anyway. here i am back safe in my roof space after a long but too soon over festival experience that went like this
no, didn't see u2or coldplay or beyonce, did see lots of street theatre type stuff - all very very good as ever
would have liked to see beyonce but the pyramid bit was just too crowded, so avoided it, there's always the iplayer.
so well, it was great but the weather plays such a big part especially when you're ancient.
cock n that x