Helplines

sympathy and honesty; god knows i’m trying

hii dario and ben. 

it’s twenty past twelve and i’m still in bed cos we don’t have a band practice for like two hours. 

this week i’ve tried my hardest to sort us gigs out in everywhere but nuneaton. sadly pretty much all i got was a possible one in cov, with the colly promoters (which is great, but still not enough). but i will keep trying :( 

it’s hard to be in a band. if one of us was some indie rock socialite then we’d have gigs coming out of our ears but because we’re starting for square one (for the first time together and for like the eighth time separately) it’s hard to get people to give a shit. it’s not what you know it’s who you know.

when you don’t have much of a myspace, or great demos in large quantities, or have bands to associate with it’s hard for promoters to not simply presume you’re wank. i’m discovering this.

i’ll get up now.

news this week:

• we’re writing new songs.
• we’re trying to get gigs.
• no one is giving us them.
• we’re playing at the crown, which, despite the tone of this blog; is a great thing. it’s a cool place to play and more of a gig atmosphere than a pub one. it’s next Friday 3rd July. hopefully we will see you there. big hopes. we’ll give out more cd’s. 
• me and dan went out on wednesday and got really trashed. this old horrible woman in reflex sucked off dario’s beer and then started telling us about all of her miscarriages. insane. i quite fancied her.

peace out brothers.