a peak inside the world of fatbwoi... complete with music, zombies, lasers, all the usual kinda stuff... like cracking open his brain and feasting on the goo inside, but with less cracking... happy time
Wednesday, 9 March 2011
about as close to a modus operandi as i ever got...
you can't sing... you can't play... you look awful... you'll go a long way
tell it like it is mr terry raymond!! (yes that bloke from eastenders was some bizarre kind of pre-cursor for simon cowell... but i guess we can forgive him for that!)
but its a good sentiment, and i used to buzz off this ad when i was a lil' bit... top advert, with a moral that i always held close when messing around with this music stuff... 'cos its all about having a giggle at the end of the day, you can't take yourself to seriously... which is good, 'cos i never quite got the hang of it
thing is, i always like the moral of the tale, but i didn't realise until a couple of years ago that the song 'alien invasion' had obviously embedded itself into my conscience too... :O
anyone who ever saw the kenyons play 'ufo attack' would have to admit there are a few (completely unintentional) similarities between the two tracks... i hadn't seen the advert for years when we wrote that, and although the music is completely different (me on lead guitar with some bad-ass fx), even beyond the subject matter they are definitely there... the chant, the scream...
but then 'ufo attack' also had the grind section... two chords close together with an up down motion... don't mind if i do...
i wish we had recorded that... on our day, the kenyons were capable of having a lot of fun, i'm not sure i can remember how to play it... i can remember the intro, i think i can remember the chorus, i have a feeling that the verse may have consisted of just 2(?) chords, and being a kenyons tune... there would have been a wank-tastic fun-filled middle 8 with the whooping and bouncing... (and almost certainly a liberal dose of FX or wine-bottle slide)
and there it is again... that word - fun
which brings us neatly round to my m.o. (or mantra if you wanna be a bit more spiritual than abbreviated latin), or rather the closest to an m.o i e'er got
you can't sing... you can't dance... you look awful... we'll have a lot of fun
peace-out y'all
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