
In the interim have a great xmas. Here are two tunes from the wonderful Christmastime, Approximately compilation to get you in the spirit.
Sellers include vintage stalls, craft stalls and jumble selling vintage dresses, jewellery, bric-a-brac, hand-made toys and much more. Plus a tombola stall in aid of the RSPCA with prizes donated by Rough Trade, Domino, JagJaguwar, Cherry Red, The Happy Shop of Hastings and many more.
When Jerv asked me to write a song for this I hadn't written a song since we'd finished our album. And I promised him one. Then I hadn't written it by the time he said he needed it. So I wrote it pretty fast, one day I remember. I don't know if you've ever lived far away from where you grew up, you probably have and still do. Sometimes maybe you wish were back there, listening to the Go-Betweens and driving to the beach. This is a song about that. And every single word is true.
The Cat & Cucumber is a cafe located in Bermondsey. For a short time last winter, I lived on top of it. The cafe and the flat share drains so every time they were using the hot water at the cafe, my shower would stop completely. So I would stand there, naked, cold, soaked, waiting for the people at the cafe to stop using the water. It could be 10 seconds or 5 minutes (you never knew). So I could take the risk, stay and wait for the shower to come back soon, or get a towel and postpone my shower. In all cases, I think few times in my life I have cursed anybody or anything as much as The Cat & Cucumber. It definitively deserved a song.
It is actually about envelopes. And how it's sometimes difficult to find one that fits a CDR. And how the internet is weird.
Dear Hangover Lounge
It's just a song, not an internal combustion engine, it doesn't have an explanation.
All the best,
Alasdair Maclean
Sibylle Baier…put songs in a bottle and kissed them goodbye, not knowing that one day the bottle would drift back, carrying the dreams and emotions of youth, to be picked up by an audience far larger and more appreciative than the one that greeted the music at its inception.
Robert Forster