Issue 025 OCTOBER 2015
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Hello Clubbers Only a short intro from me this month, as I scamper to the airport on the way to my honeymoon. Yes, there is now a Mrs J-Rod and our venerable band played the wedding! Special mention must go to our very own The Minx, who played drums on the night and did an absolutely Super-b job (yes, the Big Man would have been proud). AVDB will now add in some words here about the latest tour (er, thanks Mr.J-Rod see Page 5 for details) and where you can get to see us live. I won’t be at the very first date but I will be there for the rest of the tour when I get back! Toodles! J-Rod. Married, stage left.
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7 ( i s h ) 6 + 1 - O cto b e r Wha t The Tuesday C lu b are s t ic k ing in t heir eardrums !
Andreas Vanderbraindrain: Viv Albertine - I want more youtu.be/LIoDV577HAY The Minx: Lynryd Skynryd - Gimmie Three Steps #morecowbell youtube.com/watch?v=SM3jgkChV6M Wasabi Penis: ead Weather - I feel love ( every millions miles ) youtu.be/98oMvKF-78Y J-Rod: Gideon Conn - Eccentric youtube.com/watch?v=DqInyhOP7Js The Beautiful Wolf: France Gall - Les sucettes youtu.be/MoMv1njA1GA Rogerio Marauder: Do Re Mi - Warnings Moving Clockwise youtube.com/watch?v=7V94eo1F3T8&sns=fb
Thanks to: Design @8ecreative, Tiggy Pop. Editor: Reggie Mental. Photography: Neil Stephenson, Jord, AVBD, The Eye, Sarah Martin, Dylan Schwarz, Peter Males, Jonas De Keukelaere, Anna Wakeling Words: Denise Parsons, The Minx, Faye Don’tlikeitupum, Stuart Pidboy, Don Tellumpike, Don T. Panic, Sister Dolly, AVBD, Beautiful Wolf, J-Rodz, Grae J Wall, Roger The Ranter.
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Contents Cover star:
The Tuesday Club
Magnificent 6+1
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What’s going on in our musical world
Lady Gargar - The NEW EP!
The New EP info and tour dates
(Club) Foot tappers
AVBD, J-Rod and The Beautiful Wolf trawl their record collections
Who’s In the Club
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Pete Steer - Tenek
Da Minx’s - Upping the Agony...
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Following her recent drumming debut the Minx is devoting Rocktober to her lessons with Dave Barbarossa and who can blame her!
50 Shades of Grae
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Paul Eccentric
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Chapter and verse from St.Albans’ cunningest linguists and friends Our newest columnist
The Parson’s Knows
Denise, gives us all the news from Trestle Arts base, St.Albans and it’s environs.
The Tuesday Club Pop up shop! Stuff to spend your filthy lucre on!
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Our new EP ‘Lady Gargar’ which you can now pre-order right here:
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Available on Silver CD & Download. It comes with 2 other previously unreleased tracks. This is EP 3 in the set of 4. It will also be available in Ltd edition from Empire Records too! See Page 5 for more details.
Lady Gargar Scars are Superstars Resistance (Makes theheart
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B U L C Foot tappers
‘COS the Platters still matter.. .
Dear Club fans - welcome to AVBD and The Beautiful Wolf’s monthly round up of the new, the old, the signed, the unsigned and the inspirational from our very own musical old curiosity shop, This is where we pick and podcast 10(ish) tracks that turn us on... with a little help from J-Rod! Here’s a selection of this month’s featured tracks, but you’ll have to listen to find out more :-)
This month’s featured track from The Tuesday Club is Resistance (Makes the Heart Grown Longer) (from our forthcoming Lady Gargar EP) which you will soon be able to pre-order right here: thetcshop.com
psychedelic pop song back in 1967. It was included originally in their debut album It’s Smoke Time, and It was also included on (among other compilation albums) the remarkable collection Nuggets II. liveleak.com/ view?i=a3d_1317198376
Lucky Number - Lene Lovich Next up the legendary Lucky Number, with one of the world’s best ever backing vocals ‘Ah Oh Nirvana - Serve the Servants E OO’ The song is taken from the - Taken from 1978 album Stateless. AVBD In Utero, a once interviewed Lene for a Sky classic Pop TV Channel you know, and she Song in the vein of About signed his copy of this 7” single too! Here a Girl could the band and should perform it have been a single back in 1993. on Top of This performance has to be one of The Pops. their last ever. (Live On “Tunnel”, Her lucky Rome, Italy/1994) number was youtu.be/ODn21NOi-dQ of course 3... as this was where The Smoke - My Friend Jack it reached in the chart, securing the bands biggest hit - A Beautiful Wolf selection, I’m youtu.be/QjHBgrVBrNI guessing they aren’t singing about their Skank bloc bologna - Scritti Horse? You’ll get my Polliti - Before Green Gartside became a gorgeous lipgloss laden drift when you hear it... siren around the mid 80s, he was very much a left-wing-inspired The Smoke released this post-punker, this great track was
the bands debut single from 1978 released three years before his first tip toes into the limelight with The Sweetest Girl from the album Songs to Remember, one of AVBD’s fave albums of all time, no less! youtu.be/8NX2L0uwn_M Sometimes I feel so low - Japan Another B Wolf offering, this completes a ‘hatrick’ of 1978 songs on this months ‘pod’ and sees Japan in their preelectronica era, all androgynous and glammy, just the way we like ‘um folks!
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We hope you enjoy this months podcast; don’t forget you can subscribe to them and listen again on our mixcloud.com/ thisisTheTuesdayClub
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In the club
with Peter Steer
Tenek
tes vocals, guitars and keyboards Joining us in the club this month is Peter Steer , who contribu ic British synthesizer pop with to hard-grinding electro groovers TENEK. They combine class single “Blinded By You” has stabs of driving guitar, and Rogerio Marauder reckons that their oke & Mirrors” is released in one the best basslines you’ll ever hear. Their third album “Sm gentlemen, Pete Steer….. November, and we suggest that you check it out. Ladies and
1) OK firstly, we’re sitting in The Cyber (the pub on the internet) doing this... and it’s our round. What’ll it be?
I’ll have a pint of Guinness please, maybe with a shot of Tia Maria dropped in there! 2) What was the last thing you heard/watched that was so good you just had to tell someone about it?
I’d have to say the latest New Order album ‘Music Complete’ which is a welcome return to form and possibly their best album since ‘Technique’. I also really enjoyed the film ‘Interstellar’ too, very thought provoking. 3) This is usually the “punk’s not dead” question, so we’ll amend it for you. What is it the current state of electronic music?
This is a difficult one to answer! There’s certainly much more of an electronic scene here in the UK than when we started the band back in 2007 but it would appear to be more quantity than quality. There’s a load of bands/artists taking influences from the 1980’s when it was all new, exciting, plus ground breaking, but without adding anything new or anything of themselves which is a shame... However, there are a few
really cool bands about doing some interesting things in their own style which is always encouraging to see! 4) What gets under your skin: a) in a good way b) in a not so good way?
Under my skin? I see what you did there! a) Probably writing and recording music, I can’t think of anything more frustrating and yet ultimately rewarding when you are trying to create a new track/song. b) People and their general ignorance and deceptive ways, so much so that our forthcoming album ‘Smoke & Mirrors’ is based on this and other similar themes! 5) Is the Internet a help or a hindrance to... a) New Bands b) Established acts?
a) It’s a tremendous help to new bands, you can write, record and post music almost immediately plus social media seems to be the main way to promote music. It also means that anybody can release music which has lead to a deluge of artists who haven’t really developed their ideas properly and it can be difficult wading through it all to
find something really good and worthwhile.
synths and vocals plus Josh Homme (Q.O.T.S.A) on guitar and vocals. I’m b) Yes, some established acts seem to not sure how that lot would get be very clever and ahead of the game along at rehearsals though! 10) If you had a time machine and could go when it comes to the internet. I guess that comes from having a bigger back to any year in music, when would it be and why? budget to play with. The internet is a wonderful thing if used properly but This is easy, it would be 1979 when things really started to change. I like anything it’s always there for love a great majority of the music people to abuse! that was around then and above 6) If you could be any character in any film, anything else I would love to have what film... and who would it be? seen Gary Numan’s ‘Touring Principle’ It would have to Roy Deckard (Rutger show as I was just too young at the Hauer) in Blade Runner, such and time. I’ve recently been going back amazing and striking look and a and buying a lot of music from this very interesting character, particularly period! at the end of the film. I actually 11) Who are your top 2 rock Stars of all time saw Rutger Hauer once at a well 1) man 1) woman known fish and chip shop in London! Gary Numan and Toyah. I’m lucky I couldn’t believe it was him enough to have met and got to know but when I got closer you could both through supporting them with tell it definitely was by his very various bands over the years. Both great distinctive voice. artists and lovely people!
7) What was the last thing that made you laugh?
12) Where’s the best place to find your current musical endeavours on t’internet and what are you up to right now?
It was probably something on TV like ‘Bad Robots’ or ‘Impractical Jokers’ which are current favourites in That’s great timing as we have a brand new website which can be our house! found here: . 8) You are now In The Club (The Tuesday Club, that is)... but what club do you actually wish it was?
tenek.co.uk facebook.com/tenekinfo tenek.bandcamp.com I wish it was the Breakfast Club, now that was an interesting day! However, I’m sure my wife would prefer that it was the Groucho Club.. (Long story) 9) Who’d be in your fantasy band?
I think I’d want Dave Grohl on drums and vocals, Mick Karn on bass and sax, Billy Currie on keyboards and violin, Midge Ure on guitar,
Thanks Peter, It was fab to have you In The Club!
DAMinx It’s not always easy to know who you are talking to at Tuesday Club gig. Looking for the cowbell
The Minx Agony Column Following her recent drumming debut The Minx is devoting Rocktober to drum lessons with friend of ‘The Club’ Dave Barbarossa, who has appeared twice in the mag, the last time back in November last year, go Dave!:
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By Grae J. Wall of The Trailer Trash Orchestra, Los Chicos Muertos and webmeister at The Poetry Underground facebook.com/ groups/231169533733340
I Seen The Light! Well not quite, but I did attend a Sunday morning gospel session at Didmarton Bluegrass Festival and it was pretty close. Hosted by The New Essex Bluegrass Band, the session allowed for all comers to volunteer a song and there was no shortage of willing performers. The songs ranged from the mournful to the celebratory with a little Satan bashing in the middle – great version of Tom Waits Down in The Hole by John McClean. It got me pondering on the nature of spirituality and in particular the connection between music and spirituality. It occurred that morning that pretty much all the songs could be split in to two camps; coming to terms with the mortality of oneself and loved ones and redemption, or repenting for wrongdoing and aiming to be a nicer person. I guess most faiths are primarily concerned with those things and both are the eternal struggles of life. I’m not a believer in any deity, though I do enjoy a lot of Budhist teachings. I love listening to (and reading) the Dalai Lama, and I find it sad that our prime minister has let it be known that he will not meet with this wise and caring figurehead for fear of pissing off the economic powerhouse that is China.
On the Sunday night at Didmarton I headed for the campfire at the Ogri Motorcycle Club House, as I had on my previous nights there. I sat with John McClean – a lovely performer from South London with the blues in his soul – and we drank and swapped songs, strumming through the night as the fire cast a warmth through the chill autumn dark, the flames lapping and consuming the endless line of palettes regularly placed there by our biker hosts. We were joined by Malcolm – the festival organiser – on dobro and John’s partner occasionally on a home crafted cajon, and for an hour or two no cares or worries could penetrate our cocoon of music, laughter, beer and flames. We created there our own little church of likeminded rough edged blues-soul sinners – and all was well. I’d heartily recommend Didmarton – one of the sweetest most chilled festivals I’ve attended in quite some time. My favourite new discovery there was the wonderful Vera van Heeringen with her soulful paens to the lost and the lonely. Check her out along with brother John McClean and his Clan! Two of my own poems this month, the first written on site at Didmarton and the second a little zen ponderance written a year or two ago. Until next time, Je Suis Charlie Baudelaire!
The Bluegrass Festival Dark clouds giving way to aqua blue shards The tent is drowsy warm Friday afternoon ass Reading about Aznavour listening to bluegr The field slowly fills up around me Rogers and wind socks The flags of the kingdom along with Jolly breeze Flap and flutter vivid colour in the gentle be answered Amongst them like a question waiting to cy The starred scarred cross of the confedera Flying over rural Gloucestershire Indignant and faintly disturbing Ill judged or defiant? Inappropriate or innocent? jo A few metres away a guy practices his ban mney In a silver space tent with an aluminium chi Swallows zoom low across the canvas village As the campers chatter in merry exile Almost time to head on site Revelry beckons as evening arrives Cooling down and heating up No flag required Grae J. Wall
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Paul Eccentric’s Bedtime Story GOING DOWN I’d been going down really rather well up ‘til that point; even if I do say so myself. They’d been a nice crowd; enthusiastic without over egging the point. I can always tell, y’know; when an audience is forcing it; when their plaudits are as disingenuous as an actor’s airkissed greeting with the co star who beat him to the Oscar. That palm tickling ripple you get as you finish your song: I’ll always know if it’s a contrived or spontaneous accolade I’m receiving; whether they’re acknowledging my talents or merely reacting out of a sense of inbred colonial politeness. It’s something that; over the years, I’ve become quite the adept at recognising. I know a kosher clap when I hear one and that’s what I’d been listening to tonight; before it had all kicked off, that was. Back in the early days it’d been like that every night. They’d loved us back then; couldn’t get enough of us! We’d been the darlings of our day. But fame can be a cruel and fickle mistress; her patronage so often fleeting and impersonal. She gives so much so quickly and so easily, only to snatch it back without mercy when her eye is caught by another. And that’s why I’m here. Of all the places I could’ve been tonight, fame and her blinged pimp, fate had led me to this stage; persuaded me to accept one final booking: a swansong, if you will: a bookending encore to a once grand and glittering career. In the future, this period of human history will come to be known as The Age Of Distraction. The ADHD years. A time when people had constantly to be doing at least two things at once, as if to be caught concentrating on a single experience might mark one out as a slacker. Nobody can just ‘be’ anymore; there is always something more important that they could be doing. You pass a line waiting for a bus and not one of them is merely sitting there anticipating the inevitable; no: every damned one of them is connected to a machine of some kind: checking their stocks; despamming their inbox; skim reading the latest bestseller on their backlit, scrollable e-book, or just listening to the mind numbing soundtrack to their pre planned existences. For an artiste to hold the interest of the such a punter for long enough to build up a pension fund, he, she or it has to be capable of reinventing themselves with each new offering; restyling; redefining their act on a constant and innovative basis to avoid losing the eye of the low boredom threshold generation. That’s what I’ve been doing. For the past forty years. Nobody can accuse me of not moving with the times;of stagnating; of resting on my niche market laurels. Nobody can say that I was the victim of a movement; condemned by association to repeat myself for all
eternity. But this? Well; this had felt like a reinvention too far. It wasn’t exactly how I’d anticipated ending my career: crooning the classics in a bow tie and a DJ; not an obvious through path for a man who was there at the birth of punk. And these weren’t my usual crowd, either, but; like I’ve said, I’d been going down well, so we won’t knock it. Save for the odd back row natterer and the obsessive compulsive texters for whom only a live disembowelling could possibly have kept them rapt, this dandified bunch of dinner suited, middle aged; middle class ‘thrill seekers’ had been enjoying their evening’s entertainment; that was, until the first of the gunshots had been heard to ring out. There’s a protocol, you see, for when a fight breaks out on the dance floor during a gig. The band are supposed to stop playing immediately in disgust, thus urging the rest of the punters to deal with the problem or risk missing the rest of the show. It’s a valid theory, I suppose; (probably thought up by someone with an O level in hope and naivety, but no actual stage experience) and I can’t say that I’ve ever heard of it going any way but tits up in the kind of venues where trouble is an occupational hazard. But it had surfaced as an autonomic response as soon as the urgency of our predicament had sunk in and a moment before panic had set in among my after dinner listeners. It’s funny how your professional instincts kick in like that, isn’t it; even before the primal fight or flight response has had a chance to assert itself? So we stopped playing. We could hear the sound of gunfire getting closer, mixed with muffled screams and barked orders in an unfamiliar language. We didn’t need a tannoy announcement from the captain to tell us we’d been boarded by pirates. I’ve played some odd gigs in my time; it sort of goes with the territory, but never before had I sung with a gun to my head. The pirates had corralled the liner’s entire passenger and crew manifest; excluding the captain and the first officer, into the Starlight ballroom; inadvertently swelling my potential audience considerably in the process. And whilst the head pirate and the command crew were liaising over the airwaves with the liner’s shore based owners, the hostages had been growing restless after an hour in sardine like custody. It’d been a toss up whether or not they were going to start shooting the Americans to set an example to the rest of us or open up the bar to cool everybody down. In the end, though, an off-the-wall decision had been made to provide entertainment instead. I hadn’t expected to regret taking the cruise over the Butlins residency, but as the scarred and toothless Kalashnikov wielding buccaneer had beckoned to me with the business end of his Red army surplus weapon and grunted something crude and guttural that he and his swarthy cohorts had found quite amusing, I would gleefully have swapped everything I’d owned for a red blazer and a draughty, mildew and chintz stained chalet on the east coast of Blighty in the off season.
I’ll never be absolutely certain as to whether my would-be executioner had introduced me to the room or had simply threatened to kill anybody who didn’t clap at the end of each faltering rendition, but as he’d handed me the microphone he’d winked at me as if wishing me luck then plonked himself down sidesaddle style on the pianist’s amp, his rifle resting in his lap, his finger touching the trigger. I was surprised to receive what appeared to be a genuine round of applause from all bar our captors at the end of my first song. To be fair, though, they would probably have applauded Gary Glitter doing a duet of ‘My Gang’ with Saint Winifred’s school choir by that point, so desperate were they for a distraction. By four songs in, however, I was sure I’d felt a seashift in the audience’s general mood. I seemed to be going down even better than I had done earlier in the evening! Perhaps there was something to be said for a captive audience. By the sixth song even my minder had been tapping his feet to the beat, with one of his comrades on the dance floor aggressively suggesting that the hostages sing along or risk some sort of mimed knife based death, possibly the disembowelling that I mentioned earlier. And at least there was no one texting through my set this time around, on account of the pirates having confiscated everybody’s phones when they’d taken the ship. It was during the next song that a typically British have-a-go hero by the name of Gordon decided to have a go at being a hero. I’m sure some of the passengers would’ve considered Gordon’s actions selfless and brave, though probably not the ones who got shot in the resulting melee that followed. Personally I think he was a pillock Attempting to wrestle a gun from an albeit distracted, air guitar playing, but still professional bloodthirsty pirate at least a third of one’s age doesn’t rate as particularly heroic in my book and I know the lady who called out his name as the bullets ripped through his dress suit would have come down in my camp too, if she hadn’t have shared his fate a moment later. Presumably realising that with half the hostages now splattered across the dance floor and their bargaining position weakened somewhat, our guests decided to call it a day on the pirating front and hit the high seas. Those of us still alive heard a dull ‘whoomph’ sound a few moments later; felt the sacked vessel shudder and
lurch to starboard and begin creaking somewhat ominously from somewhere beneath the plimsol line. (A Stinger missile will have that effect when fired at the hull of a ship from a departing speedboat.) If I thought I’d been going down well during my ‘siege set’, well I’m here to say that that was nothing compared to my third and final performance of the evening. Admittedly, there were some who threw themselves overboard into shark infested waters as we struck up, but I like to think that that was more a lame, but instinctual bid to save their lives than a stinging indictment of my vocal abilities. Those who stayed behind as the band played on, however a c q u i t t e d themselves like no audience before them ever had done. They were resigned and inexplicably relaxed for a bunch of people who knew that their hours were numbered, taking in every nuance of my performance as if the whole idea was entirely new to them. As the bow rose out of the water and the dead slid past the front of the stage, through the balcony doors and over the side into the sea, it would’ve been easy to have been distracted, but we were lost to the lyrics; the rhythm and the melody: immersed in the magic of the moment. Nothing had ever been clearer to us. As the water rushed toward the stage, drenching the electrics, shorting out the pa and sweeping away the back four rows, I received a standing ovation. As the water level reached our midriffs, Memhet, my pianist; with a cheeky twinkle in his eye, hit the first chords of what was to be our final song. ‘Somewhere...’ I began to sing, ‘beyond the sea..’ I’d never gone down so well in my life.
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By Denise Parsons – Music Promoter – ‘The Live Music Project’ Trestle Arts Base, St.Albans
THIS MONTH’S TOP BANDS, ARTISTS and EVENTS! Hello Autumn & winter wardrobe here I come ... Boots & cozy snuggles & hot chocolate! I’m not really a summer person. So as seems to be the norm this year its been another very busy month with lots going on in our local music scene. The highlight for me has got to have been Balstock. I was asked by Folkstock www.folkstockartsfoundation.com to host their stage on the Saturday at The White Lion. The line-up was incredible with some of my very favourite bands like Dodo Bones, Starseedz, Broken Boat, Faeries, Caution Horses, Minnie Birch & April Blue to name just a few & I was introduced to some new acts as well. It was a long but thoroughly enjoyable day. Minnie Birch had booked all the acts & all I had to do was turn up & introduce them! Easy gig as far as I was concerned. The pub was packed all day & all evening as was the rest of the town. I did manage to pop out to the main stage area for a bit & catch a bit of Indi Forde’s solo act & the atmosphere everywhere was just amazing.
before so that was nice as well. So much love has been pouring in for the ‘G’man that there is even a petition to get a statue erected in his name. How cool would that be. If you were there then I am sure you echo my sentiments. There are loads of photos around from the weekend so have a look on their web page www.balstock.com & make sure you get along next year. My pick of artists that I’d not heard or met before have to be Luke Tuchscherer (needed help pronouncing that one!) & young performer Cara Beard.
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Luke Tuchscherer
A lovely country twang & thoroughly nice chap. Close your eyes & you could be in a honkytonk down Nashville way. I managed to nab a copy of his solo album ‘You get so alone at times it just makes sense’ & will be playing several tracks from it on The Parsons Knows Local Music on Radio Verulam. He is also in a rock n roll band What an incredible achievement by G La Roche called The Whybirds who I will also be & his team. Running events myself I can only checking out & so should you! imagine how much work went in to hosting music over 3 days on numerous stages with www.facebook.com/LukeTuchschererMusic?fref=ts over 200 acts. All for free as well. I managed to www.facebook.com/thewhybirds?fref=ts meet up with some other promotors & music people that I’d only been facebook friends with
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Cara Beard
Gorgeous girl, only 17. A singer/ songwriter based in N Herts who has apparently been performing since she was 9 years old! I suspect this girl will go far. Go see her now while you can still see her in a small intimate gig setting!
www.facebook.com/CaraBeardMusic?fref=ts
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The Portraits
have a new album out which is just beautiful. ‘Lions & Butterflies’ which includes the amazing single ‘Rest of Time’ featuring our very own Minnie Birch & 2000 voices from all over the UK.
www.facebook.com/theportraitsmusic?fref=ts
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Tom Dibb
Is about to embark on his ‘Pickle down Under’ adventure which I would like to wish him the very best of luck with. ‘Pickle’ is the name of his VW camper & he will be making his way across the world, singing & cooking until he gets down under. A truly inspiring undertaking. When I first met Tom busking on the streets of St Albans a couple of years ago he told all about this dream of his so I am delighted that its finally happening for him. His EP ‘Sun
Child’ is now available. I am looking forward to hearing about all ‘Pickle’s’ adventures along the way. If you want to support Tom then keep updated by following his facebook page. I am hoping to have regular updates to include on my radio show! Bon Voyage Tom!
www.facebook.com/TomDibbMusic?fref=ts So that’s about all for this month. The next ‘The Live Music Project’ Acoustic Café is on Sunday 18th October at 2pm with a fabulous line up – Polkabilly Circus, Dodo Bones, Faeries, Caution Horses & David Goo.. don’t miss it! Lastly – I have started blogging! As if I didn’t have enough to do but anyway if your interested here’s the link theparsonsknows.blogspot.co.uk Thanks for reading & remember to support your local music scene whenever you can! It’s a jem!
“Where words fail, music speaks”. Hans Christian Andersen
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