world’s best cake ever…

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another week, another podcast

Podcast 27 is online right now.  I think it’s our biggest ever podcast, coming in at a whopping 53 minutes.  There’s a session from Sons & Daughters, where they play Gilt Complex and Iodine, Peterhead band the Resolutes play us a couple of songs, and as well as that there’s a humongous interview with the Futureheads.

 

 

 

 

 

http://original106.drlnet.co.uk/podcasts/sunday_showcase/250508_sunday_showcase_ep27.mp3

As promised here’s the acoustic version of Gilt Complex.

this week… again

Well I typed a whole post out and then managed to use my technical incompetence to lose it all.

Here’s what it said (in a much more brief and concise way)…

Broken Records were great on Wednesday but couldn’t come in for a session.  However, have found a sesion they did for the always excellent Mr Toad.

Have a listen to ‘If The News Makes You Sad, Don’t Watch It’ .  It sounds fantastic.  They’ll be big.

They were supporting Sons & Daughters who did a session for me.  I’ll post the link to the podcast and the MP3 of the rather brilliant acoustic version of Gilt Complex next week.

Secondly, Jon Ronson’s documentary on Reverend Death was TV at its best.  A masterclass.  Read his books, in particular Them. 

Thirdly, I’ve had an idea.  And it’s quite good.

 

 

Draft Colum 1: The Wedding

Wrote this, along with two others as a draft column for local paper.  Something might come of it…

The Wedding

It seems that I am now at an age where I spend every other weekend desperately trying not to throw up the mixture of rich cake, mass cooked hotel chicken and over priced hotel lager as I strip the willow in the function suite of one of our cities fine hotels.

 

The wedding I was at this Saturday was the second of at least five before summer starts.  It stood out because it was my first humanist wedding.  Expertly guided by former Aberdeen City Councillor Pamela Macdonald, the bride walked up the aisle (or whatever the equivalent is in the St Leonards Hotel in Stonehaven) to the Hobbit’s theme from Lord Of The Rings and then, once married , man and wife left to the theme tune from Star Wars.  Great fun, although I think anything as informal as that at my wedding would cause my good Presbyterian grandfather heart problems.

 

Here’s the thing, I’m not married.  I am in no rush to get married and neither (so she tells me) is my girlfriend.  The only person who thinks I should get married is my mother, who is, I think desperate for grandchildren.  Whenever I tell my mum that I’m going to a wedding she gives me a look.  It’s the same look I received as a child while watching TV and my mum told me of the children of her friends who had got top marks in maths or become under 10 Scottish egg and spoon race champion

 

What worries me about getting married means is that I will not be able to play the field.  There will be no Russell Brand escapades for me.  Surely I’m too young to commit myself to one woman?  I am at my sexual peak, in fact the amount of junk food I eat, the amount of booze I drink is all going to come back to haunt me.  I will never look this good, or at least healthy again.

 

My problem is that I am a big sap.  Easily overwhelmed by emotion.  At one recent wedding the bride and groom had written their own vows.  I can’t say that I know the couple that well but I was hopelessly destroyed by the emotion of the whole thing.  I find myself now welling up at the flimsiest rom-coms or soap opera storylines.  There is clearly an emotional black hole in my heart.

 

On our way back from that wedding, as we walked up George Street the girlfriend and I couldn’t help but talk of what our wedding would be like.  She has decided, despite years of atheism that she would like it in a church.  And then the reception would be in a grand hotel and 200 of our close personal friends and family would come along.  There will be a ceilidh band and a DJ.  I, drunk, agreed before realising that we were talking about our wedding as if it was actually happening.  At that point I dropped to my knees outside Party Mania on George Street and asked if she’d marry me.  I was a bit boozy but I’m fairly sure she said no.

long time…

haven’t posted here in ages.  I’ll maybe do something a bit more substantive tomorrow.  To make up for the pathetic absence have a mixtape.

http://andrewlearmonth.muxtape.com/

Features Ida Maria’s performance of I Like You So Much Better When You’re Naked from Sunday’s show.  Which is, of course, on the podcast alongside a session and chat with Dundee rockers the Law.  Available from http://original106.drlnet.co.uk/podcasts/sunday_showcase/120508_sunday_showcase_ep25.mp3 .