For almost a year now, Moa has been trying to convince the rest of the band that in the museum of zoology there is a see through red sea monkey which once existed. So Kez and Moa went to check it out.
Anyway, it turns out there IS a see through red monkey. But only because of the way it’s been preserved. And unfortunately it didn’t come from the sea either. Dreams. Shattered.
ML x
…hitting up a couple of festivals – Strawberry Fields was sweet like tropicana… Moa bought a pink fluffy hat which was promptly lost under a bumper car (RIP); we dragged along a few new additions to the band (mainly hairy blokes, hi Al, Jordan and Chris, but also pretty girsl, hi Anna and Kez); Gavin got a some would say ill-advised weave in his hair; and we gave the new tour bus/baked bean tin a test drive: it survived.
If you haven’t yet managed to catch our new lineup then watch this space for details of our September tour, to be announced soon!
First in what might turn out to be a series of musings from Moa on the rich tapestry of life. We kick off with her now infamous hotel room rambling on weird creatures washed up on the shores of America, and a red transparent sea monkey (apparently you can visit it in Euston somewhere).
We *think* she might be talking about this article in Vice…
When we rocked up at The Green Man, Hatton Cross and saw it was pretty much like a Harvester or Wetherspoons, we were a tad worried our unique brand of grunge-synth goodness would go down like the proverbial cold cup of sick. 5 amps and a full drumkit on the stage (read: in front of the fireplace alongside the diners) were going to blow the roof off.
However, to misquote Forrest Gump, momma always said you shouldn’t judge a book/watering hole by it’s cover/quiet ambience and this proved very true: the gig went down rather well and afterwards we treated the assembled crowd to acoustic renditions of Say You’ll Be There and Coffee & TV (with Rory on the salt and pepper shakers and Moa on spoons).
Even our film director James proved that his musical prowess wasn’t just limited to tour bus singalongs and hit us with a little uh-uh in the form of Nelly’s Hot in Herre… video to follow.
EDIT: Shout out to the fabulous Chloe and her mum, two of the best fans a band could wish for who by now will be back in (sunny?) Canada!
Things to do when bored on a tour bus: breadstick friends!
Clockwise from the one that is obviously Fabio avec drumsticks, we have Natalie, Moa, Sam, Rory, Gavin, PR extraordinaire Imogen, filmmaker extraordinaire James, and session keys player extraordinaire Jade. Nice drawing skillz Moa!
You know that moment when you realise the end of tour party has been going on too long? When it’s daylight and several Molly’s Lipps fans/partygoers are in the guitarist’s bedroom trying to tap the nectar out of a pineapple like it’s a coconut… Oh dear.
P.s. we’re pretty sure they stole the pineapple from somewhere. But remember kids, theft is NOT BIG OR CLEVER.
After our Hatton Cross gig (in a restaurant – more on that later) last night, we stayed at casa del bowers with Gavin’s mum and dad. Thanks to Gary for the breakfast of kings this morning and to Lyn for safely manoeuvring the tour bus down the driveway and general band mum duties! Xx
Check out this crudely photoshopped Wally/Sam hybrid. Pretty cool huh? Now that you’ve stopped laughing, onto the important issue that a couple of you have raised seeing our tour diary pictures… just where is Sam?
To answer the question on everybody’s lips: our main man on the keys is off sunning himself in Africa for a few weeks, which unfortunately coincided with our tour. So we’ve got the lovely Jade filling in for him until he gets back. If you’re reading this, hi Sam! Bring us back a souvenir (not ebola or malaria, ta).
Move over Jim Carrey on Saturday Night Live…
We’ve been promising you this footage all day. Our plucky drummer Fabio vs. the bucking bronco on Brighton Pier.
The best bit was the following conversation with the deadpan ride operator:
“First attempt – one second.”
“Second attempt – one second”
“Third attempt – one second.”
“Is he the worst you’ve ever seen?”
“No, some people can’t even get on.”
Cowboy he ain’t.
