2011
This year has been a strange one, and with eight days left I don’t see how it can get any stranger. In 2011, I’ve lost one band to some loaded dice and no small amount of liver-damage, gained another through the healing powers of the information super highway, and in between times recorded an album in Berlin, with only frostbite and a broken heart for inspiration. I’ve also played a total of four shows in the last twelve months, in four of my favourite cities on earth.
In 2012 I expect to release that record, play at least twenty times as many shows as last year, hopefully some festivals, and then write, record and possibly release the second Laurence and the Slab Boys album. I’ve had quite enough of time-wasting and procrastination, and now I’m ready to be as prolific as Genghis Khan.
I’ve been telling anyone who’ll listen that the next record I write will be splendid and uplifting, but I’ll confess that all my recent songs have been full of gloom and despair. You can imagine my joy, then, when this afternoon I penned the most uplifting song ever to come out of my brain. I don’t want to jinx things before I’ve let a soul hear it, but I think you may like it.
Have a Merry Christmas, don’t do anything I wouldn’t enjoy, and I’ll see you in 2012.
L
