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I’ve been over a couple of times before with my previous band Arab Strap. It was always good fun, hence the fact I can’t remember much about it. We played on a cruise boat in Sydney harbour with Mogwai once, that was a good laugh. Oasis were onboard too, as well as 500 moody indie-kids.
Well, I was excited about the three weeks off at the end of it. I managed to travel around New Zealand and Japan for a bit, you know, back-packing, but with a suitcase and nice hotels. And soap.
I’ve no idea what this means now, I’m still writing the same old crap I’ve always written. If I suddenly start to sing happy songs about success and contentedness then shout “Liar!” at me.
Not really. It was a simple observation of myself and people around me acting in a tedious manner. Like most of my songs, saying things out loud will hopefully spark a personal change for the better. I will embarrass myself into submission and hopefully some sense will occur.
Yes. I am one of us too you know. I’m not some preaching singer-songwriter talking down to the masses in a condescending manner. I wear my shoes when I sing, there’s no Persian rugs here!
Yes, of course, it’s where I grew up. It’s always nice to go back, but I always leave feeling drained. I still worry that I’ll end up back there some day, in a council house and on the dole – eating dried noodles and drinking cheap beer. That and being the bore in the pub who tells everyone that one Christmas he was Number 31 in the UK Top 40.
Yes, and I’d do it all again! Well, maybe twenty percent of it. It was fun but it was like wearing a hat that didn’t suit me. Come Christmas day I just sat down and took the hat off and everything was OK again. I still have the hat though, hidden in my cupboard. Should I get it out again this year? I dunno.
A small room filled with people staring at me in expectation, waiting to hear the guy sing songs about singing shit songs again. Somewhere quiet and dark. Birmingham Glee Club in the wee room is always nice. I would like to do a series of one-on-one gigs sometime though. Just me and a one-man audience, staring at each other. The hunter and the huntee.
The perfect cover would have to be when someone sings a really cheesy pop song in a sincere and sickening manner. When the singer pretends that the content of the song is personal. Playing the guitar like a drum between chords also helps. Eurgh.
Malcolm Middleton’s Sleight Of Heart is out now through Full Time Hobby.