London, Otley and 100 Space Hoppers.

Right, so I have decided to keep this blog as a weekly diary of my goings on. This way I should never get writers block, unless I decide to give up on life and watch ITV all day.


I had the absolute pleasure to spend Monday listening to You Me At Six's Underdog so I could teach it to my School of Rock & Pop students that week, I can feel your envy. The blow was lightened somewhat when I was sent a link to download Dustin O'Halloran's latest album Lumiere which is absolutely fantastic, I will definitely be following his work from now on! (You can read my review of it in the Journalism section of my website)


Wednesday was a rehearsal day, a couple of hours with my quintet and another couple with my trio. Both went very well, although they were undertaken at the expense of missing a meeting with videographers 3B Media, who Escort Knights are working with to produce our next single's video.


Good news: Space Hopper video idea is a goer. I now have 100 space hoppers boarding with Olivia and Me in our flat. They are very good house mates, always cleaning up after themselves and they don't eat much. Only issue is their energy levels, they are practically bouncing off the ceiling and they can be full of hot air sometimes.


Thursday brought a trip to The Monarch in Camden with Escort Knights. The gig was excellent, very receptive audience and bumped into a worker for Gaymer's Camden Crawl Festival who asked for a demo, fingers crossed eh?


Friday was a jaunt back up the M1 for a gig at Otley's Courthouse Rocks with Fauns and Richard Dutton. Mr Dutton is a crazy, crazy man. A pleasure to watch, and tickled me pink with his stage banter - but then who wouldn't after necking the majority of the beer rider!


6 Nations was the order of the day on Saturday, with the afternoon spent down the pub with mates before having a lovely dinner at La Bella Vita in Garforth (always a lovely dinner) with family. 


Following more recovery from the obligatory Sunday hangover we headed to the gym for a nice run and swim. 


Bad News: My muscles had forgotten what the gym was and failed to remind me that I would feel like this two days later. I have written myself a note now to remind me never to go back to the gym again.


Until next week...