Feet, Legs, Arms

I'm convinced that being a non-famous pop star is much more fun than being a famous one. Today, I listened to a song that Robert's written for me to sing. It's too high for my voice, and I will have to either transpose the part (nice little learning job for tomorrow, perhaps) or wait till Sunday when he gets back from holiday and can re-record it a little lower.

So I started working on James's Bandcamp page and realised that I need WAVs and not mp3s to upload. I did as much as I could, and now I'm waiting for the music to put into it.

So there was little to keep me away from going round to Gina's and being the dancing feet body-double in the latest video she's making, first of all in my Tommy 'Ilfiger pink, purple and blue cowboy shoes (cheap at the price from TK Maxx), and then in my saddle shoes (black and white, flat and oh-so-comfortable). I wore a pair of Gina's striped trousers, so I guess I was legs as well. Then I was the arms, pushing and punching, wearing one of Gina's yellow stage shirts. I had to revolve on a small stack of bread boards (I'm a shortarse and needed to pretend to be her, off-camera).

Meanwhile, Harvey, the amazing sound engineer from The Rock and Roll Brewhouse sent through a great video edit he did of a couple of my songs from that night. The sound is amazing and it looks quite good too. And Joao sent a mix of Balloon from the Betsey Trotwood gig that also sounds great. 

It's all go in Nowhere Land. Now I'm home and thinking 'What the hell just happened today?'

On the way back from Gina's on the tube, a selection of teenage boys and their sidekick teenage girl got on, vaping horrible strawberry vapes and swearing horrible swearing. You know, territory carving. I decided I'm going to write a very loud, clashy instrumental, put it on to my phone, and the next time that happens, I'll press 'go', rise to my full shortarse height and sing: 'BE QUIET, SWEARY BOYS, THIS IS MY TRAIN, MY TRAIN, MY TRAIN!'. 

That should shut 'em up.