Blessings, Betty here,
Our apologies at the lack of post during our recent and final excursion into the volcanic wonderland. Our pigeon flew the coop in search of riper berries and a springtime missus. But the musically drawn opossum (scratching at the french door like a drugged monkey) was his stupid friendly self, while somewhere down in the gully, Porky the Wild Pig woke from his resting place in the old 1950′s Humber to break squeals into dark nights.
And dark they were for the first few days. It seems between when we left last time and arrived this, something surged the power and most of the lights were out. And blew the oven. And subsequently left us bereft of both hot water and cold. But good old Rob at DOC to the rescue and the kinks were ironed out in a jiffy. We really didn’t mind being smelly for a few extra days. In fact, we’ve grown to expect it.
Plus, the linesman came to visit and Billy got excited.
I learnt amongst other things to relish running water and cut myself a fringe, while Billy got a sore back from all the computer-hunching and grew himself a beard.
But together we completed what we set out to achieve within the first stage of this Wild Creations project: a new album.
Although there’s still some way to go between now and when you can hold it, we’re fairly chuffed with what we’ve got to work with – 12 tunes all written and recorded in situ. Personally I’m looking forward to the design phase, while Billy’s eager for the mix.
We’ll keep you posted as we start airing the songs to willing ears.
Oh, and before I sign off; congratulations to Rob and his partner Georgie at DOC, who during our stay had a baby girl. And although we were unable to perform at the birth, are still quietly stoked at her name – Billie.
Let’s hope she doesn’t grow a beard.
Although if I dare say it Billy – you do look smashing.