I have a newly found, unshakable fondness for Berlin. Can't imagine why. :)

So we had a meeting with Capitol Records in London about 4 months ago. They liked us, but didn't think we were "ready" to be signed. "Eat it," we said, and stropped off. We had another run in with the same rep, a bloke named Chris, at our EP show since Paul had invited him ( Read more... )

1. Our meeting with that record label I don't think we're allowed to name yet went REALLY REALLY well and apparently they're going to come out and see us again while we're on tour which Seb says is MEGA good news so we're trying to really bust arse at all our gigs because we don't know if they're just going to pop up or what.

2. SHOPPING in MILAN. I ( Read more... )

Subject: Spain

TOTALLY owned:
-Listening to Dan try to speak Spanish.
-Mistaking the shoe museum for some poet bullshit thing. Whoops.
-Palau de la Musica Catalana.
-Spanish caipirinhas. That is the way to get drunk.
-The flamenco club.
-Spanish men at the flamenco club.
-flirting my way into some primo stash. Cheers, Glauco. Wherever you are. 
-cheap ( Read more... )

Fucking Monday mornings, man. What was that about today? Made exponentially more unbearable because Jez does love to give me a run down of his fucking weekend every fucking Monday morning. The extent to which I do not  give a fuck about this delightful recap is...epic at the very least. As if I've had a full lobotomy and have been transformed into ( Read more... )