A progressive orchestra based near the Lincolnshire coast. Our speciality is composition and performance of modern musical projects such as Dr ToppleOppleOv.
MonkeyTrial will be playing at the most excellent Blind Cat Resurrected Festival next Saturday 4th June on stage at 4.30 pm. See you there. Get Tickets at https://t.co/GfZ2eNT3Yi
This wind instrument malarkey - it's all puffin an' blowin' innit? I'm happily puffin away when I realise I'm turning blue and need to breathe. A bit more practice and I'll be able to work weekends as a pearl diver.
I've built a water-filled half-pipe in my garden in which to whizz up and down like those folk at the Olympics, with me on roller skates. I think the water should be ice but what can you do when you live in Kent? I may sail on it instead.
I'm pleased to share an old composition, originating in Kent in 2009/2010 with my comrades in Mechromantix, newly orchestrated by Jam Sponge. The Wicker Man is part of an ongoing concept, The White Bridge.
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A good time was had in Brighton and Hove over the last three days. A fantastic promenade to promenade upon, plenty of places to sit and chill (literally) and interesting to see Mr Gilmour's splendid new pad. Sad to see The Lanes so below par, however.
Having consulted with my slightly scary piano tunist, he informs me that there is a shortage of piano strings so there is no chance of a repair until February at the earliest. Timber supply chain issues he said. I think he's winding me up, not the piano.
I'm away for 10 days and one of the bleedin' piano strings has gone wonky. I left the central heating on, set the alarms, put the dog in kennels and everything. How's that happened? Another bleedin' call to the Dark Lord of piano tuning, joy unbounded.
I've just returned from 10 days' skiing in the Lincolnshire Pyrenees, parallel turns now almost parallel. Unfortunately I didn't have chance to try the Boston bobsleigh run, perhaps next time.
In a bid to be sociable I stood under this tree wearing my hooded cloak and with my staff supporting me, and with my thin, rasping voice I called to passers-by "I see you! Come and speak with me!". I had fish finger sandwiches available but everyone just hurried away.