I Need Minions – Minions, I Tell You!
None of this really makes up a coherent post, so I’m going to throw out some mp3s for your consideration. Tonight is a sort of Toad Sessions Live gig at the Voodoo Rooms, with both Meursault (this weekend’s session) and Sparrow & the Workshop (next month’s session) on the ever-splendid bill at Limbo.
I am nearly finished my ‘staring at a computer screen in my underpants’ phase, thank goodness. The Meursault Session is finished. Two of the four interviews from Pickathon are done, and a third is virtually finished. So all that remains is to edit the last Samantha Crain video, post that interview, and then start work on some Broken Records video, the Builders & the Butchers Interview and the Sparrow Session. And then anything we record at End of the R… oh shit. I’m not going to be out of my underpants until fucking Christmas, am I. Ah well, at least it’ll keep me out of the pub.
Actually, Matt from Bladen County Records had an intern when we were out in Portland to visit him. Mrs. Toad reckons we should get one – some poor unfortunate from one of the numerous private schools around us, studying something like media or something equally pointless. They could help me stuff envelopes for Song, by Toad Records promo stuff, massage my shoulders when I am editing, fetch tea and biscuits – you know, the usual highly educational vocational training.
Actually, in all seriousness, it wouldn’t be a bad assignment for someone. They’d get to go to gigs, take photos, deal with the avalanche of post, maybe write a weekly post or something like that. And they’d be my bitch, which would be a privilege for any youngster. I wouldn’t even insist on a nubile young cheerleader, because they’d be fucking useless, so it would be perfectly, erm, safe, if you.. ahem. I’ll just stop there.
Inspector Tapehead: I saw them recently at a Trampoline event, and I was really impressed. I liked their three-song album sampler that they gave out then, and I like the three songs Chris has since emailed me through. Their album should be coming together early next year, which sounds like excellent news.
Inspector Tapehead – Sugar on Your Sheets
Maxwell Panther: I bloody love Maxwell Panther. There’s something of a rough quality to his recordings, to say the very least, and he reminds me of that really old school indie era where people recorded singles on tape players and put them out on vinyl in hand sellotaped sleeves.
Maxwell Panther – Three Miles of Expectations
Adam & the Amethysts: Well this is an album I picked up in Vancouver while I was there, and although I haven’t fallen in love with all of it, there are some wonderful moments to be found. They’re a Montreal band, apparently, although what that counts for, I don’t know. As a pretend Canadian, though, it always warms my heart that little bit to find a Canadian band.
Adam & the Amethysts – Bumble Bee
Flashguns: The label gentleman I discussed this band with said to me that they would most likely be releasing a single with them ‘once they’ve finished their A-Levels’, and I sat down and patted my growing paunch, ran my hands woefully through my slightly greying hair and consoled myself with the thought that at least I probably eat pussy better than they do.
Flashguns – Panama (Demo)
Absentee: These guys are an odd one. They’re sort of on the verge of becoming quite well known, and have been for a while. Whether or not they finally crack it is yet to be seen, but I wasn’t all that fond of their latest album, bar this rather excellent tune.
Absentee – Bitchstealer
Thank you for the Inspecter Tapehead track. I haven’t heard them before, but I like the mix of new ideas and old folk melody and drone ideas.
“I probably eat pussy better than they do.”
I’m quite frankly shocked at this!
I shall have to ge Peta on to you…
Tom – yes, it’s a weird combination isn’t it, but I like what I’ve heard an awful lot. They’re excellent live, too.
Dave – Mmmm.. crunchy!
Aha! So you seek a Boswell, eh? A Watson? Capital. I suggest a midget. Every Mr. Rourke needs his Tatu, and every Sardu needs his Ralphus:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zHlTqspU-NQ
She will dance!
I already have a midget.
i always get such a kick out of your posts mr.toad! they make me roll with laughter
-samantha crain
oh, for the love of all that is rotten in the garbage, please tell me there’s a way to subscribe to some sort of feed for comments on this post!
Matthew, what you need is a granny. I hear they’re quite good at stuffing. Perhaps C&B has someone, a colleague to recommend?
And let me say, in true Tart fashion, that pussy eating is not a skill that increases with age, darling. Sometimes it takes youth and agility to catch the quick footed kittys and the butchering/preparation process is often a grisly matter, only for the strong-hearted.
oops, i guess i know how to kill a comment thread! it was the butchering line eh?
Honestly, I personally am miles better than I was as a tadpole. There’s always the chance that you end up with someone you don’t understand of course, and no matter how clever you think you are, end up floundering. But generally, as a bloke, ladies’ equipment doesn’t come with a manual and takes a little bit of figuring out. Some blokes try, others make no effort at all.
Samantha Crain? As in the Samantha Crain? Lordy, that’s rather nice. Hello, your interview and videos and so on go up this weekend.
Oh, you didn’t GET the manual? Were you absent that day?
…that explains a lot.
Fuck off. So glad you’re back, dear. The States sick of you, by any chance?
What can I say, Harrisburg pales next to the delight of seeing you dear.
Surely if the minge-munching was that great you’d be out of your underpants before Christmas?
I think what you mean is, surely if I was that great at it…
what the hell is going on with this post??
Fuck me – its like the Jeremy Kyle Show in here Matthew. Must you constantly lower the tone and indulge in below stairs talk?
Below stairs talk is such a cool expression.
(You can still fuck off though)
hahahhah and Samantha Crain thrown in for good measure, oh my lord! It just doesn’t get any better than this
What will she think of us?
Isn’t below stairs talk for you guys something to do with Gregg’s The Bakers?
In which case I’ll have a sausage roll and a steak bake. Ta.