Toad on Fresh Air Again
Yes, it’s that time of the week once more. I am off to do my slot on Fresh Air, the Edinburgh student radio station, who have kindly granted me a slot to blether on about all things musical which exercise my mind. I’ll then swing by the pub on my way home to catch the tail end of their meeting and say hello to everyone, before going back to the house to do some desperately needed cleaning.
Neil from Meursault was round the other night to get all the artwork sorted for the official release of the Meursault record (which will be at the Toad Christmas Party, with any luck) and it honestly looked like the worst student flat you’ve ever been in. Mrs. Toad was tense for about three seconds before looking around and deciding that the situation was hopeless. We need a cleaning lady. Not just for the cleaning, but because it will force us to keep the place in some semblance of sensible order for the week.
What has that to do with radio? Well nothing at all really, just rambling. So yes, go to freshair.org.uk and click on the big ‘listen live’ button on the left hand side to hear what your friendly neighbourhood gin-based life-form sounds like in the absence of the three-quarters of his vocabulary which has been deemed unfit for public consumption. It’ll be fun – I have some great new stuff to play this week which has yet to feature on the site so there’s plenty in it for you. And here are a couple of songs to whet your appetite:
Elvis Perkins – All the Night Without Love
Thos Henley – The Wife
Enjoy…give the ‘feldy single a spin. Looking forward to seeing the Meursault album in the racks, I genuinely reckon it to be one of the year’s finest releases.
Happy Birthday, Matthew!!! 
hope you are enjoying it and not sleeping like the old man you now are LOL xoxoxoxoxo
“geeze, i always pictured you a good bit younger . . . ”
Thanks Marcy. I was, up until about half an hour ago.
Ed – I’ve already played the single and tonight I played Tom Weir and plugged the new one again.
Tart – such timing. So sweet for a middle-aged rug-muncher! 
Which is my way of saying that I do genuinely appreciate it – thanks darlin’.
hahah I waited and hoped I would hit it right at midnight but the damn wife called and made me late! Glad you’re awake to see another year creep up on ya xoxo
Jeez, Toad, thanks for playing the single and plugging it and happy birthday. Hope you have a good one.
Ed
BTW will the Meursault album be out on vinyl?
happy birthday old yin!
No, Ed, I don’t think it will be out on vinyl, but we will be releasing one (hopefully two, if I can persuade the band) of the songs on 7″. There should be about three or four vinyl releases coming out in the next six months or so – three 7″s and a split 12″.
Happy Birthday chap.
Coming out to play tonight ?
Morg.
With bells on, me old pal. Up for a quick meal and a G&T with Ruth & maybe Dylan beforehand?
Sure.
Mail me the details.
Happy birthday toadface.
HB Mr. T., frm DC + TWoTH
Haha! Toadface! That’s brilliant.
Happy birthday too, Toadface.
I did say happy birthday to you at about twenty past midnight last night (This morning?) on the Facebook chat thingy, but you signed off you miserable old git!
Are people making plans for me again? Splendid! Just brief me with my instructions when they’ve been finalised!
i guess that was my way of saying happy birthday, although i didn’t realize it at the time!
Thanks guys. I am taking my fucking birth date off fucking Facebook. As well as messages from people I actually give a shit about, I’ve had almost a fucking dozen from people I have not spoken to for years and have no fucking interest whatsoever in striking up a conversation with now. I’ve had a happy birthday text from my local video shop, an email from Hotmail and one fromsome fucking podcast aggregator site. FUCK OFF you whores. Manipulating a databse does not make you my fucking friend. Hotmail! Fucking seriously. And as for those people from the distant past with whom I was barely friends in the first place, sheesh. Please. Just. Go. Away.
Erm, but as to my actual friends, eh, thank you very much. Don’t wish to sound too ungrateful.
geeze, i always pictured you a good bit younger . . .