alas, no more

Well, last night I attended what was billed as the last ever gig for a musical bohemoth. My Gary Taylor is said to be hanging up his sticks due to medical contraints, and I for one think this is not only a shame for music in general, but it is indeed a shame for all those who enjoy watching a drummer who is as enthusiastic about making noise, as he is sweaty.

Never again will the world be witness to a conveyor of more disturbing and rotten humour than perhaps any man should be in possession of. I use the word possession, as I genuinely believe that he owns those jokes, due to the vigour and regularity with which he regurgitates them.

Not only that, but Gary Taylor also administers one of the greatest love-hugs I've ever received from a man, and I'm not ashamed to admit that I've received a few. I'm sorry Ben, I know you were hoping for top spot on my list, but I'm afraid you simply don't have the sheer size that Gary utilises to full potential in his hug technique.

Anyway, before I stray too far from the path on which I set out: Let us all bow our heads for a moment and be thankful, not only for what we have enjoyed during the drumming life of Gary Taylor, but also for that fact that although the drummer is gone, the man, the roadie, the legend and the hugger, live on.

God bless you Gary Taylor, and all who sail in you.

new ventures

Well, today I have started the vast yet seemingly simple task of handling the marketing for our theatre production, Sweet Home Chicago, when it eventually goes on tour in September.

It's not a complicated job, simply checking that the theatres have all the print they need from us, then contacting all local newspapers & radio stations to persuade them to, at least, list us in their ents column, and possibly even run a feature on the show, maybe run a competition to give away a pair of tickets, blah blah blah. Basically, anything I can persuade them to do which will raise the profile of the show and get more bums on seats, not least because the larger the crowd, the larger the boost to my ego while on stage, but also because the larger the crowd, the the larger the boost to my bank balance as I'm working partially on commission!

Anyway, wasn't that fascinating for all of you who don'y give 2 shits about my theatre tour. Well, here's a little tit-bit for all you people who were bored by that last section: Jonathan Dimbleby wets the bed.