The sun is shining (ignore the ice encrusting the greenhouse), the sky is blue, and there is a spring in my step because...
I'm going to be in a book!
David Keenan is writing a book about the British musical underground, seems to think that the
A Band can be traced back to The Strolling Ones (the eighties band i was in with
stewartkeith ), who, over twenty years ago, played two gigs and sold one tape. One. Sure we mucked about with tape recorders having a good time, but, well... influential??? Anyway he's going to email me with a few questions, so i can bore him at great length with tedious Throbbing-Gristle-meets-Spike-Milligan bedroom tape culture anecdotes.
I've been spending the last few days in complete befwizzlement because of it, wibbling vaguely. The phrase "I'm going to be in a book" , especially for such a ludicrous, unexpected reason, completely floors me. Of all the weird things that The Strolling Ones or Well Crucial (yeah, it was the eighties) did, this tops them.
I just hope the book doesn't cost thirty five bloody quid like his last one.