As is often my way, I am yet to do a dinner and am, constantly, thinking about writing to you lot. It's a blessing and a curse, really, because it means I end up with a rumbly tummy and a heady surprise when I stand up, but it does mean you get a big nuggety chunk of info to read, which you then have a glorious task of finding amid the nonsense about tea, Chunky KitKats, and the funny noises I just heard outside my window. (My street is generally quiet, or at least doesn't let outside noise in - next door, it has a ball with, but that's another issue - but every so often, golden moments happen. For instance, last night I was tweeting to my friend Josie, just as someone parked their car, got out of it and tripped over some bins. Or this morning, when a postie delivered a special package to next door, but when he knocked on, the sound travelled something mighty & three other people came out to ask if it was their door he was knocking on. Such is the joy of terraced houses.)
The gist of this ramble is that I am a bit hungry, despite a very filling pub lunch with my family in a bid to beat the Mother's Day rush that would ensue if we had gone out tomorrow. My family is cunning. One cup of tea, a BBQ Chicken burger & chips, a half of Guiness (happy St. Patrick's Day, I'm having a quiet Bailey's later, on my own, with the DVD of my choosing), and eight hours later, I'm ready for another scoff.
I feel a bit bad that my last blog to you, while full of witter, bamboozlement and nonsense, was, really, a big advert for my EPs in disguise. So this one is about nothing in particular. Actually, before that, I have concertedly not looked at my EP sales this week, as it was all I did in the first week I put them out, and that could drive one mad. I have looked just now, and I can confirm that there have definitely been some sales. This makes me happy. All of you who have purchased my early efforts at songmaking, I cannot thank you enough. Slap yourselves on the back and give yourself a chocolate (or, if you can't eat chocolate, or are off them for Lent, pick the most appropriate treat that it is possible to award yourself and consume it heartily). If you haven't perused my EPs yet, there they stand, timeless, suspended in digital downloadery, patiently awaiting your attention. Go for it. There's no rush, but there's no time like the present either, so hotfoot it over. I shan't type the linkage again though, I've done enough of that to last me a lifetime thankyouverymuch, all the information you need is on the blog previous to this one.
This week I have been readying myself for next week, for I shall be a bit busy. It's a week which I have, mostly, booked off from my day-job, and will be songifying. Tomorrow I am playing at a pub in my hometown, 'The Old Brown Jug', for an event that has been named 'Song Club' - a night of acoustic music jolliness. On Tuesday I am meeting a friend from Twitter & pouting/batting my eyelashes in order to assist him in a photography project upon which he is embarking. He's an ace chap, and it will be lovely to meet him. Wednesday night will see me hosting the open mic at The Rigger while the manager/host is on holiday, which will make for an interesting evening. Thursday I will be journeying to Leeds to play a set once again at the Verve Bar. It was a hoot last November, and this time around I won't be dashing from work in order to get there. I am very much looking forward to playing again, and also not getting lost/traipsing the city for what seems like hours/being misdirected by ridiculous hotel staff. I'd like a fun gig, to meet nice people, to wander the city unhampered, and then to come home un-knackered on Friday. Please.
What I should follow that up with (apart from the inevitable "Details on my website! www.wix.com/mrjohnmacleod/music!") is that if ANY of you are in or near the Leeds area, I would love to meet you, so do get awn down to this Leeds gig if you can. Likewise for the gigs in Staffordshire. I would love you to be in the crowd for a gig, it's my natural habitat (apart from chattering like a gibbon on here like I'm doing now - that comes worryingly easily, I've noticed). So yes. Gigs. Please come. 'Twould be lovely.
As I continue to type, I see that time marches on like a homeward-bound drunk being lead by the forward momentum of his ever-heavying skull. As it does this, I am reminded of my rumbling tummy, and I just know that standing up will make me realise how hungry I am [swipes at stars circling head], so I had better go. I will speak to you all soon, blogwatchers, and let you all know how the gigs went. Although if you're there for them, I won't have to, will I? ;~P
Take care, be good & speak soon,
Love,
John xx
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