Villiage Idiot
There's no pictures with today's post. Instead we have a literary feast for your imagination, to give those most memorable pictures of all; those that you make with your mind ( I can almost hear you whisper a spaced out 'yeah man yeah') and nothing at all to do with the fact I couldn't find a single one where I don't look like the Villiage Idiot.
New songs on MySpace! As promised, we're giving away some new free music. 'Emily', 'Just Your Luck' (live) and a new version of 'Butterfingers' (live) can all be downloaded for free by visiting www.myspace.com/themuvs. Now how nice is that? If you want to complete the set you can buy a single download of 'Chav Song' here or visit the official site and order EP1 if you like your music in a fancy package (a few signed ones lying around, let us know if you want one).
Stevey G (the Thai Bride for those in the know) reckons that his overall enjoyment of my songwriting was vastly improved after I'd explained how the songs came about and better still after 4 strongbow's. Whilst I'm in no postition to encourage the consupmtion of alcohol, I can offer some insight into the ideas behind the songs, hope you agree with SG.
Just Your Luck: Right, you're in a pub, park, a cafe, on a bus, a wall...anywhere really. The point is - in my experience anyway - that no matter where you are, if you're alone then it is very likely that a certain type of person (the type you'd least like to) will inevitabley sit themselves down next to you and begin sharing their opinion of life whether you wish to be party to this information or not.
The song centres around three characters who each take their turn in the seat next to me. The drunk businessman who lost everything and now spends his days reliving his romantic downfall to the rest of the world "over a pint or a wine or a rum." Next up is the manic religious preacher who's "Dogmatic reason" teaches his own reasoning behind what is wrong and what's right. Just when I think I'm alone, along comes number three; a mature lady slightly worse for wear through excessive Gin abuse and miss-applied make-up. Her argument describes her broken down marriage to a serial philanderer, she's not sure but he "might even be gay" and now she wants to take me home...oh dear!
Emily: There's an allegory in this. It's about coincidence and the possibilities that two people can experience a snapshot moment in vastly different ways. Special thanks to Emily for letting me use her name.
Honey (you can hear this at the start of Podcast 4): First of all, the world's gone back to black and white and this is a gritty Tarantino set. A couple have just completed a bank robbery and have hid out in a basic hotel room. For some reason he thinks he's pissed her off. Twist! She turns the gun they'd bought together on him, he backs away towards the wall and starts to sweat at the trigger glinting like diamonds in the sun. He remember's his friend's advice, the friend who was frank in the least and suggested a bank robbery might not be the best way to keep with his Honey. He pleads with Honey, remembering the best times they'd had together; "put down the gun for me sweety". Twist! Honey starts to soften, he's started to sing so she unties him - after all, he would never hurt her. Honey lays down the gun during the instrumental break but her face draws a blank by verse three as she begins to understand her lover's cruel trick. The song ends with the sound of four bullets, "you didn't expect that, did you Honey?"
Will be back with news of the new Podcast and Tuesday's gig at The Twist. That's Tuesday 25th July, 9.20pm for everyone who recieved our recent email inviting you to a gig but not actually telling you when it was. Well done to those who were quick enough off the mark to spot this unfortunate omission and remind me of my place, Villiage Idiot.
New songs on MySpace! As promised, we're giving away some new free music. 'Emily', 'Just Your Luck' (live) and a new version of 'Butterfingers' (live) can all be downloaded for free by visiting www.myspace.com/themuvs. Now how nice is that? If you want to complete the set you can buy a single download of 'Chav Song' here or visit the official site and order EP1 if you like your music in a fancy package (a few signed ones lying around, let us know if you want one).
Stevey G (the Thai Bride for those in the know) reckons that his overall enjoyment of my songwriting was vastly improved after I'd explained how the songs came about and better still after 4 strongbow's. Whilst I'm in no postition to encourage the consupmtion of alcohol, I can offer some insight into the ideas behind the songs, hope you agree with SG.
Just Your Luck: Right, you're in a pub, park, a cafe, on a bus, a wall...anywhere really. The point is - in my experience anyway - that no matter where you are, if you're alone then it is very likely that a certain type of person (the type you'd least like to) will inevitabley sit themselves down next to you and begin sharing their opinion of life whether you wish to be party to this information or not.
The song centres around three characters who each take their turn in the seat next to me. The drunk businessman who lost everything and now spends his days reliving his romantic downfall to the rest of the world "over a pint or a wine or a rum." Next up is the manic religious preacher who's "Dogmatic reason" teaches his own reasoning behind what is wrong and what's right. Just when I think I'm alone, along comes number three; a mature lady slightly worse for wear through excessive Gin abuse and miss-applied make-up. Her argument describes her broken down marriage to a serial philanderer, she's not sure but he "might even be gay" and now she wants to take me home...oh dear!
Emily: There's an allegory in this. It's about coincidence and the possibilities that two people can experience a snapshot moment in vastly different ways. Special thanks to Emily for letting me use her name.
Honey (you can hear this at the start of Podcast 4): First of all, the world's gone back to black and white and this is a gritty Tarantino set. A couple have just completed a bank robbery and have hid out in a basic hotel room. For some reason he thinks he's pissed her off. Twist! She turns the gun they'd bought together on him, he backs away towards the wall and starts to sweat at the trigger glinting like diamonds in the sun. He remember's his friend's advice, the friend who was frank in the least and suggested a bank robbery might not be the best way to keep with his Honey. He pleads with Honey, remembering the best times they'd had together; "put down the gun for me sweety". Twist! Honey starts to soften, he's started to sing so she unties him - after all, he would never hurt her. Honey lays down the gun during the instrumental break but her face draws a blank by verse three as she begins to understand her lover's cruel trick. The song ends with the sound of four bullets, "you didn't expect that, did you Honey?"
Will be back with news of the new Podcast and Tuesday's gig at The Twist. That's Tuesday 25th July, 9.20pm for everyone who recieved our recent email inviting you to a gig but not actually telling you when it was. Well done to those who were quick enough off the mark to spot this unfortunate omission and remind me of my place, Villiage Idiot.
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