If you didn't make it to the Jamboree last Monday, boy, did you miss a great night! It was a festive frenzy with George forcing Christmas hats on the audience. He had a vision, a sea of bobbing red and white. He got in return - steely eyes and quaffed bangs.. The Martyr's headlined what turned out to be an eclectic night of music and poetry with a whole bunch of performers, all very different but almost all uncannily unified by an inclination towards bestiality and innuendo. Weird! It was a great laugh, though our set ended with me almost trashing tommy's drumkit but remembering, first, that I'm not really that "rock and roll," and, second, drum kits are expensive. Damn you conscience! Thanks to everyone who made it down to celebrate the "Jingly Jamboree" and our see our last gig of the year.
And what an amazing year it's been! The Martyrs formed in February and
played our first gig at Mr Wolves, Bristol, in March. My solo songs were
played on BB6 Music and London Radio and at about the same time we slickly
converted from a 5 piece to a 3 piece band, around Easter. Having signed
to Big Red Sky Records, we supported the fabulous Secret Sisters in May. We then recorded our debut EP in the same month, before appearing
on The Joanne Good Show and BBC London Radio. And then there was the
nervy journey to meet Tom Lewis from Decca Records in June (OMG!).
We played loads of awesome festivals including Cornbury and Wilderness Festival in July and August. Spetember was the gig that almost never
happened at The Croft, Bristol, which turned out to be one of the
most fun gigs ever. I recorded my solo EP, "Lover", in September, which
has just arrived through the door (so if you want one for a stocking
filler, head to my store and I'll get it in the post). Another highlight
was when The Martyrs and I were filmed on the roof of the O2 in October
and then supported Charley Coombes and the New Breed for BBC Intro O2 Upstairs. November was about chillaxing and rehearsing with Tom Sharp,
our new guitarist. The Toms are weary from "beers, beers, beers" (so good, apparently, they named it
thrice..), Huck's red leather hang-over suit is beginning to curl at
the edges (a sure sign of overuse) and me, well, I need a whole
tanker-load of beauty sleep.
Hopefully see you in 2012 for another epic
year, and our debut album. Eek! Merry Christmas!