Manchester... Glasgow... London...? Been travelling about so much I'm beginning to lose all sense of time and place. Which is nice. The rest of Attic Lights take great pleasure in taking the piss out of my desire to turn into Robbie Robertson in The Last Waltz discussing how 'the road' can really mess your head up. But it's slowly happening and perversely I kind of like it. People would no doubt say that I don't know where I am half the time anyway so there is no real difference. Makes me think of watching Iggy Pop at T In The Park a few years ago when halfway through the concert he stopped the set dead and declared. "Wait a minute! I know where I am! I'm in motherfucking Scotland!" Way to go Iggy. All those years of intense drug abuse and on a beautiful summers evening in rural Scotland you suddenly have a moment of clarity. And you play a blinder as well. At least Iggy didn't look like Neil Young in The Last Waltz, singing a song with a lump of cocaine the size of Columbia hanging on the end of his nose. (Allegedly)

Clarity is good though. It's clear to me that our debut album will be out in the shops on October 13th and it's clear to me that makes for a great feeling. I got the promo copies through a week or so ago and it's a cool feeling to hold it in your hand. It's like a child that you are about to let go into the big old world. A pretty nifty child though. One that can fend for itself, take care of itself, not need it's bum wiped and can be played on car stereos. That's the kind of child I want. I'm hoping they will make them like that in the future. I'm a big believer in the future. I'm an outrageous optimist! I believe everything will be better in the future. Children that can be fed into stereos are only the first in a long line of scientific advancements that I expect we will see in this lifetime.

I'm in Colin's flat using his computer. It smells a bit funny. I don't have the heart to tell him though. Hopefully, in a moment of self-absorption he will google the name Attic Lights, find this blog, and read about me slagging off his smelly flat. Then he will read about me talking about how he was going to read this and it will spiral into a weird post-modern sci-fi situation like that movie with Will Ferrell when he realises his life is actually the plot of a novel being written by Emma Thomson. I've not seen that movie. But I hope it happens to Colin. Not out of any malice. It would just be quite a freaky and interesting thing to happen. Hi Colin. It's Kev here.

Kev Sherry

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