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Eagle eye cherries will have noticed our sister page, The MüVs Live and will no doubt be eager to hear how last weeks gig went:

Crew:

Kate








Phunk








Jakki (sorry lads, no photos)
Steph (ditto)
Sean (ladies, my apologies)

jOnnO (on stage, with apparently one bloke listening).








Excuses:

Danny - Night in with Knowlsey (cancelled at short notice so could have in fact come)

Drinks:
jOnnO/Phunk - Pints
Kate/Jakky - Wine (jesus)
Steph - Vodka & anything
Sean - buying, nice one fella.

Arrived at gig 7:00pm. No-one there. Organiser tells me I can do 2 songs. It's going to be a long night. Start thinking about Elaine from Seinfeld.

Set 1:
Jealousy. For Jakky (see j emmerson quote) really. And it's a good one to warm up with.
Finish the song, extra long ad lib. at end partly due to 2 song curfew, partly due to long periods of thinking about Elaine from Seinfeld and not deciding what else to play. That difficult second number....
The Commuter. For Elaine.

Finish the set to a lovely applause (think I got a whoop whoop too!) I could feel Kate's eyes bearing into my soul "Plug, plug, plug!!!!!" "Err...If you like what you've heard, I've got some CDs for sale. They're 4 quid." Despite the neccessity of the situation, plugging your own record to an audience of (mostly) self-adoring musicians is only marginally less awkward than explaining to your mum that you've never seen those magasines before and that you don't know how they got under your bed. Apparently.

But I did it, then went for a piss.

As I re-took my seat I found my eyes drawn towards stage and specifically at two of the most pristine male haircuts you're ever likely to see outside of a barbers window. The haircuts were playing innoffensive Americanny pop (maybe christian?)/rock and I'm not joking, loving every minute of it. At this point they cast my table a filthy look (think Christina Aguilera filthy) and proudly declared to the room that they also had CDs, but that there's were free. War.

Set 2/Pint 5 (that's right I'm back on. Just one song mind, Elaine nowhere to be seen):
Chav Song. Brought the fucking house down (sorry Mums)

Set 3/Pint ?/Closing the night:
Haunting Me. At Sean's request. He came to see me via the mailing list and loves The MüVs so fair play.

Cds sold at 4 quid a pop by The MüVs and crew: 3
Cds GIVEN AWAY FREE by the haircuts: 0
(please click here for football analogy)

So yeah...went well really.

Gonna finish on some photos from a brilliant night out in Manchester. We were seeing me old mate Phil off on his way to all the places I want to go and 5 months off work. Take care Phil, we love you you jammy bastard.

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It's a small world

So, I picked up the CDs on Wednesday, hoping to save a few quid in a cab rather than the printer's extortianate delivery costs. Collection was from Bermondsey (nice one) so I thought I'd ask my mate Danny (THE chav, as you can see) if he could recommend a reliable and crucially, safe taxi firm.Danny is an isatiable practical joker. On his first day in his current job he casually advised his and my boss that there was an urgent call from Mr G. Rarfe, who wanted to speak to the bank manager with regards to a rather juicy investment. Impressed by the boy on his first day, our boss decided to call Mr Rarfe immediately at which point Danny handed over the telephone number for London Zoo and proceeded to piss his pants at his, I hasten to add, BRAND NEW employer asking for a Mr Giraffe at London Zoo.

Surely I'd know better than to ask this man for a taxi number.

No problem says the chav, I'll text your phone you muggy c*%t (a term of enderment apparently). Collected the Cds, asked my sales rep, Logan, to call me a cab, don't worry mate I've got a good number:

Logan: Hi, can I get a cab from...sorry no can I get a c...a TAXI?...no a car not a ticket, hang on. The guy on the phone keeps talking about Millwall???

Me: Hang up, hang up now please.

Mugged right up.

Genuine cab eventually arrives. London cabs are all of the mini variety by the way. Those safe looking black thingy's are just for the tourists, when you're out in the ghettos your lucky if the driver's got a license never mind a meter. Slightly unnerved I put my stock in the boot and decide that if I'm gonna be hijacked, I've a better chance of escape from the front seat - what do we think by the way, dodgy cab = front or back seat?.

Turns out the cabbie fancies himself for conversationalist of the year and it's not long before he's turned the proverbial weather/what time you finished mate?/what brought you to London/opinionated current affairs/jobs and immigrant chitter chatter right around and we're getting on famously. Turns out he used to be in a band, a signed and moderately successful band called Plane Jane who once supported the Stone Roses at the Hacienda!

And then, then he tells me he's from Rochdale!

As a kid, you hear grown-ups talking about what a small world it is. Bollocks you think (or at least I did, I learnt to swear at a very young age), the world is massive innit bruv, reckon it'd take more than the six weeks holidays to get round it even on a BMX!

Your twenties bring a sobering reality to all this; you were right the world IS massive, but what you didn't realise was how small you were. And how stupid you looked dressed in drag.
EP1 sales have been good so far considering the absense of live performance, next gig tomorrow which should bring a further two higher profile nights. More encouraging has been the response from people who've actually had a listen. Whilst we wait for Q, OMM and NME to get a copy, let see some of those reviews:

'Top drawer' - Paul Turpin

'You looked better with shorter hair but your music is heavy, five stars' - M. Rowe

'My Brother likes your beats' - R. Suneechur

'Actually really good' - D Swinnerton

'My wife loves it too, 10 out of 10' - D Swinnerton

'I left it on my iPod all night as I slept, fantastic!' - A. Smith

'I'll buy one when I get paid' - R. Oyedele

'My favourite's Jealousy, I could just imagine myself in a dark and smoky room, Simona wants one' - J. Emmerson

'Not a bad little album actually' - Anon.

'Is the Chav song about me?' - Various.

'The Commuter is heaveeeeeeee' - S. Resone

'Oooo, that's really nice that, nice texture - Ben/Pete

'It looks like you're touching your bits on the cover' - A. Smith



The MüVs EP1 available online imminently, I love you all.

Buy it because you like it

Good evening, we have arrived.

Tomorrow will see the delivery, or rather, collection of The MüVs EP number one.

My once beautiful flat will soon return to it's roots as warehouse, and become distribution centre/shit tip for storage of large volumes of CDs/DVDs. I therefore urge you to consider the stability of my relationship and make sure you click that button, send that cheque, meet me down that back alley and make the drop. Let's work together on this, let's keep that flat swish and free from clutter. People, let us not allow our pool tornaments to be impeded, our sofa un-lie-downable...our drinks cabinet blocked. Let's buy these goddam CDs and keep the missus happy TOGETHER.
They're £4 each, here's a rundown of what you get:

• 5 track CD - That Boy/The Commuter/Jealousy/2 Little Towns/Chav Song
• DVD featuring music video for The Commuter, 2 documentary making-ofz (you'll have to be quick for this, limited run only - Mum I've put one aside for you don't worry)
  
• Some very nifty artwork courtesy of Mr Julian Brown
• You want more? It's only 4 quid!

Moving on, my Dad called today. In itself that isn't unusual, in fact it's quite common these days - not sure if it's 'cause we live further apart or if he's losing a good deal more of his short term memory than I've given him credit for. He's been reading the blog and by jove he likes it! One up for the boy, the ultimate seal of approval - Daddy's stamp. If you're losing me here, it's a guy thing.

Had a look at Simon's brain. That's some good shit man, bookmarked it even! For another better blog than this one, please check out a friend of a friend, Phallus, who I believe will soon be having one of his posts published.

Is this for real? and if so, what do we think?

I'm off to watch some Seinfeld. We've got hold of series 1 - 3 (I should say seasons one thru three, but I wont) on DVD - that's a lot of Seinfeld. Predictably enough I've fallen for the female lead so I'm anxious to return to her.

I posted a sneak EP1 preview here but remember, don't buy it because you like it, buy it because they're gonna take up an awful lot of room!