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24 Hour Party People (Sort of.) Well, after yesterday, I can safely say that if The Fluffers ever actually meet up, we'd be some kind of weird-ass supergroup collective (gratuitous linkage ahead): At the moment, it's on lead vocals - Ellie; on guitar and vocals - Molly; on bass (and possibly standing on an amp) - me; on keyboards, looking through her hair - Miss Lights; on whatever the hell she wants (she's got industry links, what do you expect?) - Gwen-Sarah. Playing the role of Bez is Astronaut M (Sounds like a Beastie Boy's thing going on there); Mike's polishing our instruments backstage and Sarah's fictional band is pretend touring with us, along with Steve Buscemi's Wonky Tooth. Coming to an imaginary city near you soon. Could someone not have warned me that Byre's road was going to resemble a hot, smoky, sweaty version of hell (wait, that would be Hell, wouldn't it?) with the West End Festival reaching it's earth-shatteringly corporate finalé? Even the guy's on the bloody stalls flogging dangerously flammable Disney rip-off's had throat mikes like Britney Spears... I'm off to put my foot through an imaginary drumkit. Dave xx p.s. Whoever is PANOS-EXT, you were visitor number 10,000. You don't win anything, but thanks. She's not back or anything, but this was lying around Tinka's blog:
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