Friday, April 22, 2005
"Let's make poverty history..."
Soundtrack: "Let's Make Poverty History" by Katherine Mitchell
Good evening this evening.
Why do people build towns on hills? I'm sure there must be some sort of rational explanation.
So anyway, I took the afternoon off work to go and play bass at St Louis' in Frome (which is halfway up a steeply-inclined hill) for this Make Poverty History record thing. This afternoon, they got some guy from Frome Community College to film the kiddies singing. They're going to make a video, then send it off to the Glasto people to get it shown on the screens at the Pyramid in-between sets. Which means a) I won't be playing Glasto, b) I can stay in Oz as planned and c) stalking Carl Dalemo from Razorlight is not going to happen. I digress. Katherine, the lady who's organising the whole thing/wrote the song etc etc was saying that they're having a bit of a hard time with the Glasto organisers, and they keep on messing them around and whatnot.
"Just send the tape straight to Michael Eavis," I said.
"Huh?" said Katherine. "How would we do that?"
"Well, he does have one of the obvious addresses in the county: Mr Michael Eavis, Worthy Farm, Pilton, Somerset."
At this point, she wrote it down. Sometimes my own proactivity scares me.
Wrt the song itself... The sound guy Howard, the choir lady Alicia and Katherine were on about it having a Latin feel. My foot. Okay, the intro is all 1-2-3 1-2-3 1-2, but that's where it ends. It's in E minor. Say no more. E minor = Eastern European folk. At least, that's how Phil the guitarist and I were playing it... I was all for a ska version as well, but my idea was silenced as soon as it was mooted. Bloody typical.
Good evening this evening.
Why do people build towns on hills? I'm sure there must be some sort of rational explanation.
So anyway, I took the afternoon off work to go and play bass at St Louis' in Frome (which is halfway up a steeply-inclined hill) for this Make Poverty History record thing. This afternoon, they got some guy from Frome Community College to film the kiddies singing. They're going to make a video, then send it off to the Glasto people to get it shown on the screens at the Pyramid in-between sets. Which means a) I won't be playing Glasto, b) I can stay in Oz as planned and c) stalking Carl Dalemo from Razorlight is not going to happen. I digress. Katherine, the lady who's organising the whole thing/wrote the song etc etc was saying that they're having a bit of a hard time with the Glasto organisers, and they keep on messing them around and whatnot.
"Just send the tape straight to Michael Eavis," I said.
"Huh?" said Katherine. "How would we do that?"
"Well, he does have one of the obvious addresses in the county: Mr Michael Eavis, Worthy Farm, Pilton, Somerset."
At this point, she wrote it down. Sometimes my own proactivity scares me.
Wrt the song itself... The sound guy Howard, the choir lady Alicia and Katherine were on about it having a Latin feel. My foot. Okay, the intro is all 1-2-3 1-2-3 1-2, but that's where it ends. It's in E minor. Say no more. E minor = Eastern European folk. At least, that's how Phil the guitarist and I were playing it... I was all for a ska version as well, but my idea was silenced as soon as it was mooted. Bloody typical.
