It has suprised me how lyrical the two main posts have been thus far. Well, you can whistle dixie on that I'm afraid. But whilst we have this new blog, it seems significant to comment on being back in the house where We Aeronauts began in earnest. I am currently typing this blog from the chair where Tom sat as we 7 o'clock in the morning-y figured out the bassline and guitar parts to some new song (soon to become our blockbuster number 1, "Chalon Valley House Band"). Over there I can just about not see the kitchen table where I played a select audience "The Boatswain's Cry", whilst unbeknownst to me Danielle listened on the stairs, and where we all smacked the table to "Anthems for a 17-year old girl". The white piano there where Anna hammered out "da-da-da-dada" for Ski vs. Balloons and an epic was born. Just by the book case, where Jez practiced getting off an Indian bus whilst playing Ost Rock. Yesterday, Tom and I were deconsecrating the sacred earth where Cunns had written the Happy song lyrics by bunny hopping bikes over logs, also deconsecrating the great amphitheatre of Menace.
I don't know the significance of all this. If we get massive it will be significant for our billions of teenie fans, who will doubtless find it and worship it as a shrine. If not, well, qu'importe, the memory alzheimers permitting will last for all of us, so that it really doesn't matter too much either way. But with the Why? developments and general interest, I'm quietly excited about something happening. Was that lyrical? Probably not. Well, take care Aeronauts, from France, signing out
Love Greg
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