Posts Tagged ‘writing’


Tuesday, April 13th, 2010

Beardieboy has an ego as fragile as a spring  jonquil. he used to vie for gigs with the opening line ‘Put us on the bill with anyone, we’ll blow them out of the water’. He believed it and generally that’s exactly what they did. A lot of spit, blood and water (and the odd shopping trolley) have passed under the bridge since then and neither of us have performed in any project for six years. Well, that’s not strictly true. We’ve both sung at funerals but let’s not go there.

bearded man plays guitar swearing under his breath at photographer

Beardieboy. Yes, he really does have a beard.

About 11 months ago we decided to have a go at a project together. We settled on the name Less for Murder and started writing songs. We started really well. *started*really well.  Life does its thing and we’ve sputtered along.  The biggest issues has been perfectionism. Beardieboy desperately wants it to be perfect, and who can blame him. Perfection has a high price, to achieve it you usually have to set aside many other things. Having been a single parent for many years though I do recognise that best is perfect when perfect itself is unobtainable. I’ve cajoled, tickled, begged, shouted, begged some more and finally he’s submitted and we’re going to do a short slot at the end of May, it’s not a full gig, it’s not an open mic, it’s somewhere in between.

He’s still very nervous and I don’t want to make a big deal but I’ve very fucking excited indeed. I haven’t sung a song of my own in front of a crowd of people since I was 5 months pregnant with this.

a small child with a unique sense of style

She chose all her own clothes. Honest.

We haven’t had any photos taken, still have a list of songs as long as your arm to work on and I still can’t tie him down to recording anything, but that’ll come in time. He’s more amazing than he knows. Me, I know how bloody fabulous I am 🙂

This Bit

Wednesday, March 17th, 2010

This is the bit about blogging that kinda irks me. The bit that forces me to be the best written form of me that I can be. This is the bit where you start a blog and no one appears to read it, think about it or find it worthy of commenting on. It can take months to get past this bit, to the bit where people come regularly, do more than sniff and sigh and even occasionally have something to say in response to your outburst. That’s the bit I like.

The thing is about this bit is that unless this bit is good you never actually get to the next bit. How do I know? Well I did have a go at this before, twice in fact. The first time was in 2003, under the guise of Fascinating Edna at Lipstick, Lighter and Tampax. I let that roll away as my life twisted and turned. Sad that I’d relinquished my grip on the keyboard I started again with The Effects of Gravity. That’s gone too, mostly because the people who read it actually drank beer with me, which does kind of stifle your creativity a bit.

So they’re gone, and I’m here now, I wonder where we will go. I do wonder if anyone will actually go anywhere with me. Given that I’ve just written a blog entry about entirely nothing I’ll be lucky if you follow me to the end of our street.