Aug 22
Hold tight, suckers, batten up the hatches cos here comes a cold, as we hurtle down the martial time slip back into the 70s that all you hipsters were so nostalgic about with your ironic flares and taches and vinyls and vintage furniture n sh*t… heatwaves, strikes, inflation, energy blackouts, cold war heading your way faster than a souped up V6 Mark III Capri with furry dice.. just time to catch yer breath, tighten your wig and get along to JAZZ NIGHT AT THE BEE’S MOUTH where we’ll be keeping our heads out of the upside down and our bad selves the right way up thanks to timely interventions from man like Luke “Ubik” Rattenbury (gtr) and Loz “The Man In The High Castle” Thomas (drms) as they shake up the hot sauce and lay out a fine array of deep flavoured musical barbecue for your delectation and edification… I’ll be along in the usual capacity, making the best of things, the intermittently pulsating entities manifesting on this plane as the Bee’s Team will be hovering in the scented shadows behind the well-stocked bar, the familiar shadow operators of the night will cluster, twittering and twitching, as the turgid sewage-laden air drifts in from the chartered coast, as Jupiter hauls itself above the horizon for a another spin of the dice, as Crazy Eyes Truss edges closer to the victory that will destroy her and whatever else her manic gaze alights upon, as the kipple builds up slowly in your neglected cupboards, and as the planet tilts regardless a few degrees back towards the cold side… any amount of esteemed special guests may well enter thru the violently swinging door, each in their own unmistakeable unshakeable way, to lift their voices to the universe and make a thing happen, and you could be one of em, so what’s keeping you? It’s for ever, but it’s not for ever, it’s for ever, not for ever…. gubble gubble…
Aug 15
OK, listen up you lollygagging slackers, the holiday’s over … who do you think you are, PM or something? Heatwave is done now, it’s time to get busy, pick up the melted goo of your life that you left on the beach outside PRYZM or Shoosh and smush it all back together into something resembling a working adult face… just time left to scoot along the greasy pavement to JAZZ NIGHT AT THE BEE’S MOUTH where u can GRWM and also with man like Luke “ROFL” Rattenbury (gtr) and Loz “WYSIWYG” Thomas (drms) as they lay it out pure and true like it should be with the cool grooves and hot licks streaming down the wonderful waterslide of the jazz-to-blues-to-bop-to-whatevs tradition to land at your enchanted feet… I’ll be back on duty at the ol’ doghouse, various esteemed guests may grace us with their presence and “sit in” at their whim, the ineffable ascended beings of the Bee’s team will be ready with the quality hooch, it’ll be a stone groove for all… already the swifts are departing, the swallows gather restlessly on the line, the dusk gathers unexpectedly just when you thought you’d go out, Jupiter blazes in the sky above the flaccid sea, and there’s only a few short weeks to go before Liz “Crazy Eyes” Truss takes to the helm and sets the controls straight for the nearest iceberg, so don’t shuffle pointlessly about on the scorched grass outside kicking up dust like some mini harbinger of total climate collapse, pack up your paddleboard and come and join us…we’re here, we’re here, we’re here….