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One year ago today I played my first show with Holy Fuck! How about that?! I have yet to receive a traditional gift of paper from any of the dudes, but it’s 4 in the afternoon, so who knows what the rest of the day holds.
The first show in question was an afternoon slot at the Camp Bisco festival in upstate New York. It was not the most auspicious of debuts in that it completely sucked. I did, however, get to see Slick Rick play and visit the Professional Wrestling Hall of Fame the morning after the gig.
Since then we’ve played over 160 shows, at least a dozen live sessions and about 20 studio dates. We’ve taken about 40 flights, a few trains, buses, boats and countless vans while touring in Canada, the U.S.A, Mexico, England, Scotland, Northern Ireland, Ireland, Spain, France, Belgium, Switzerland, Norway, Sweden, Poland, Czech Republic, Denmark, Holland, Germany and Greece. Good times.
Today we’re at XL Recordings in London testing out their brand-spanking new recording studio. We’ll be here for the next four days working on some hot new jams which may or may not appear on our next record. Snooper’s Paradise came through again yesterday and we picked up a new drum machine that should get a good workout in the studio. While in Brighton we also played the Loop Festival. Or it played us, I’m not sure.
Before I go butter my strings, let me introduce you to our newest furry friend, who we met at the Lowlands Festival in Holland: Randy the Setlist Squirrel…
Cowboy Cat might want to watch his back.
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That blog title ought to insure some mis-directed visits to our lonely little corner of the internet. Now to get down to business…
Last night the Juno Awards were handed out in Calgary and we lost. L-O-S-T. Talk about a good way to ruin a European tour! And as anyone who knows us will tell you, we’re one competitive bunch, so we were frothing at the mouth. However, the results of today’s globeandmail.com online poll have served as salve for our wounds. Because if you can’t trust an unscientific poll on a newspaper’s website then what can you trust?
The Juno Awards weren’t all sorrow and bitter disappointment for Holy Fuck as our friends, labelmates and bandmates Wintersleep walked away with the Juno for Best New Artist! And deservedly so as their record is fantastic. However, when an eight year-old band with three records wins Best New Artist it suggests to me that the possibility of Ryan Malcolm winning Best Female Artist is not so far-fetched.
Tonight we’re in Brighton, one of my favourite stops in the UK. Unfortunately, Snooper’s Paradise, the junk shop that is the source of about half our set list, was closed and we couldn’t procure any more hit machines. Free Blood is currently playing but I’m caught in a bass trap as I write this so I’m going to move and watch them coax and cajole the crowd with their hot soul and dance concoctions.
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