recording and other tours tour blog

LONDON, 

in the big bastard smoke

every imp tour blog needs a imp tour or at least a imp gig, especially since I famously agreed to write a imp tour blog every time we left the house. we decided for the sake of the imp tour blog, we would play some imp shows.


at the beginning we started to go to london again. we played in Jack Rabbit Slims from the set of Pulp Fiction. it was pretty groovy except everything was much more expensive than we remembered from last time we watched pulp fiction, although no-one OD'd on smack. we played the gig with Black Manila, and I would highly recommend their stitch work

we found this statue of aiden and danny, who played guitar for us for this gig because George was going for a walk with his dog, kermit the dog.

in the dead of night we snook onto the roof to greb at students and freerun, we also found this pretty view of the olympics

this is a picture of mike looking a bit worse for wear after he ate a yogurt that disagreed with him. apparently mike insisted Kelly McGillis is 43 years of age but the yogurt wasn't so sure.

this is absolutely our very best effort to pretend that we enjoy each others company and we will be friends forever

apparently a man somewhere is adament that he saw a UFO at the opening ceremony of the London olympics, coincidentally he also had a 50 quid bet that there would be a UFO sighting at the opening ceremony of the London olympics. heres a picture of a fake tatoo to in no way reinforce that story.

someone big wig high up at the record label send word that he wanted some changes in the band and tonights gig was a perfect time to implement them off. we received a memo from a bastard executive: riggs was to have a haircut before the gig or we'd all have sung our last octave. 

no one had scissors so we had to use one of the knives we found lying around on the streets outside the venue, all we had to do was rinse the warm blood off.

 STUDIO, 

the heat is on ~ now we're in the studio.

We made it home from London but before we could catch our breathe we were whisked away, breathless, to Greenmount studio to record an album. Greenmount is an underground studio, beneath a church in Armley. it doesnt come much cooler than that. but i can assure you it does, because the only thing keeping it cool down there is a fan, and she wasnt very cool at all.

here is the tape we recorded the album on. you can see some of the titles we use to distinguish the songs.

this is riggs, our piano player, playing a piano

this is a can of some studio paste which, when viewed at a right angle, says imp on it

 we spent many hours in the studio that we were in for 18 hours and managed to record 6 songs, sampled some excellent coffee and some excellent equipment. there is a Vox amp from 1958 and a Fender Twin reverb from Jupiter. when these were coupled up to the OCTRON god-sound machine everyone was very happy

this is me at the helm. because we like to pretend writing an album is like a dangerous submarine operation into the deep Atlantic, but admittedly with more snags. potential titles for the album so far are 'dive! dive! dive!', 'das boot' and 'Nicht ein Sonnenfleck in zwei Wochen, und wir haben in dem Sturm. Schwer zu berechnen!'

I think this is me being happy

I had forgotten that I had forgotten to shave my moustache off so this is why I was smiling, also playing yet another sweet sweet lick.

we had a g(o)(o)d time in the studio

next time, we play Beacons.