Issue 142

S P E C T R U M S P E C T R U M S P E C T R U M M I K E R U D D B I L L P U T T . C O MM M I K E R U D D B I L…

Mal Logan and Enza Pantano have visited my studio recently and recorded some Hammond and vocals respectively on a couple of my new tunes – and of course in this case, a good time was had by all, and everything went down in one take. Great stuff! Thanks guys, I owe you one! (No, make…

..a television for a week we had no idea what it meant. My French is adequate enough to cause confusion, invite strangers to go roller skating or to admire the buttocks of my neighbour’s goat, but collapses entirely when the speed goes above the very slow and deliberate pace which one uses when addressing the…

S P E C T R U M S P E C T R U M S P E C T R U M M I K E R U D D B I L L P U T T . C O MM M I K E R U D D B I L…

..found a story that I’d seen in on the NZ Prime News about a Kiwi musician, Don McGlashan, (whom I saw in the Comedy Festival a few years ago in The Front Lawn), who’d ridden his bicycle into an open car door, (somewhat ironically in Auckland’s Dominion Rd, which featured in a hit song he’d…

..such a hideous social faux pas that I’ve been known to clench manfully and sit on it for the entire evening, squeaking surreptitiously, no doubt.. But, back to Sleep. At a dinner party the other night I was obliged to pitch my rock opera, The Jellabad Mutant. It’s a palpable deficiency, given the business that…