Album, writing, zombies

Another great few days in the land of the Rob, dear reader! The weekend consisted of various occurrences of acoustic-bluesing scattered over a hundred mile radius. Guitars were strummed with reckless (and possibly criminal) abandon, harps were blown violently, vocal chords were beaten to within an inch of their lives and feet were stomped to such a degree that I'm convinced I'm half an inch shorter than I was when last I posted. Men drank deeply and roared their approval. Women swooned and danced (a dangerous combination, when you think about it). Love, lust, revenge, a daring protagonist, a Communist plot, aliens, lost treasure, and possibly dinosaurs. The usual stuff, really. The movie's out in 2013, with that guy playing the part of me, and me playing the part of someone else.

One stand-out occurrence during the weekend was one particular gig, about 40 minutes from my home town with Harmonica Niall, under our collective moniker of the Black Mountain Boys. Seeing as how we had a PA to transport, and neither of us having what one might call the ability to pilot one of those newfangled automobiles, we enlisted the help of Poppa V; Fast.Like.Fun's resident miracle man. Screw the musicians, V was the real star of the show in this case. The man did the driving, helped set up the gear, sorted out the lights, soundchecked us, recorded us, filmed us, and took stills. Not only that, but within a day he had polished up over 200 photos and edited five videos, which I shall post in the next week or so with a bit of luck. Needless to say, the man is... well... the man.

The big news this week is that, on tuesday, Badger and I finally set a date for the recording of the One Horse Pony debut album. I'll do a full post on our plans soon, but it's exciting to know that the ball is now rolling on something we've been talking about for over a year. At this stage, the material is written and played to death (of which I'm a massive advocate before even setting foot in a studio), the band has never sounded so good, and we're getting the right people in to give us a hand. If everything goes well, it promises to be a great album. I was thinking of doing a video blog of the run-up and the process itself. Any thoughts?

Partly because of the impending recording, we've also taken the plunge and asked our long-time percussion player in our weekly session to join OHP. Due both to his technical ability, his unique sound and the sheer amount we've been playing together, the brush-wielding nutter affectionately known as the Meerkat will now be joining OHP for gigs. “Why is he called Meercat?” I hear you ask. Seeemples! He habitually sits facing the door in our weekly session. His head shooting up (you guessed it... like a meerkat) as a pretty girl enters the bar is a sight to behold. The constant up and down motion on a busy night, has had me (who sits with my back to the door, and therefore facing Meerkat) coming away with a slight nausea akin to seasickness. The man plays some mean percussion though, so all is forgiven.

The last two days have been busy. Keith from FLF came down yesterday for what turned out to be a seriously productive writing session. True to form, the songs we had both been working on in preparation were promptly shelved in favour of us stumbling across rocking riffs, giggling, then writing lyrics to suit, followed by fist-bumping. Today kicked off with a leisurely breakfast of coffee and growling at things, but really began with some more album talk with Badger and a lovely little acoustic jam. At lunchtime, the rest of the Fast.Like.Fun brigade rolled up in the van for some rehearsal and to hash out the new songs. Loud noises, le chatz about arrangement, more giggling, more fist bumping, all rounded up in true hardrock fashion with tea, cake and custard (thanks Fran). It means that before long, we'll have some more rocking tunes infecting your interweb, so keep an eye on facebook and soundcloud.

I've been spending some of my downtime laying some arboreal smack down in Plants Vs Zombies. Applying the wonderful life lessons I'm learning therein, I have taken to preparing for the zombie apocalypse by putting my drill sergeant hat on and shouting at trees. My brains remain uneaten. Chalkin' that down as a win. Your move, zombies...

More to come real soon, guys. Thanks for reading :-)

R