On the back burner we are I think…kind of contemplating the demons of promotion and possibility; that and the fine art of self destruction…like it was all one big waste of time. Such are the nightmares one can have. I met up with thin Tim from Sizer Barker on the clean streets of Liverpool only days ago and it’s been ages since I’ve seen him. Sizer Barker really should be a household name by now. They toured Europe with Peter Gabriel last year but there was some kind of mix up with their press plans so they got no mainstream music press reviews and little airplay, consequently it’s quite possible you won’t have heard of them which is great shame as they are an amazing band with a decidedly individual sound. Still you have at least heard of them now. They have a myspace
so do check out please. Their second album comes out later this year. I’ve been writing more songs and poems in this kind of down time period, a song called The Broken Hearted Existentialist seems to be worth it’s weight in sentimental sadness and simplicity but then I would say something like that. It’s sort of autobiographical. I once told my father I was an existentialist but alas he was not impressed. Today, in a fit of machismo, I moved a huge pile of bricks from an offending spot between garages to a less noticeable place. I hope I got away with it. It was either that or put one through the neighbour’s window. Now there’s an idea for a song…Brick Incident in Salford, could be onto something there. Next weeks parallel universe is 1973 so Rob Hughes has just informed me but I know nest to nothing about those New York Dolls, Roy Harper on the other hand is a very different matter. Here comes the herbal tea..VPx