The quality of music on offer is… well, I will let you judge for yourself. Each to their own and that.

The album is a rather hefty 85MB zip file, which you can get by clicking here. I don’t anticipate a huge number of downloads, but if the file suddenly disappears, you know my bandwidth was being raped a bit too much.

If any of the artists on the album happen to stumble on this and would rather I did not have their music on my site to download, please get in touch and I’ll remove it quick-smart like.

 It is also despite a couple of locals who were bizarre to say the least. In particular one chap who seemed to be having acid flashbacks every ten minutes. He was rather friendly, seemed to be telling me how much he enjoyed our band, then started mumbling something about 2002 and how he is going to smash somebody’s head in. I declined his offer of a game of pool.

 It was pretty much worth the entire weekend just for the journey though. What a beautiful drive. If only the weather had been a bit nicer and I had more time to stop and take pictures. As it is, have this photo of Eilean Donan Castle, just down the coast on the mainland.

After the bar staff made a couple of phone calls, we eventually sourced another PA with which to finish the gig. It just so happened to belong to a band whose guitarist hails from Falkirk originally and used to play in a band with me. What a small world it is.

The reason I am babbling on about this now, is that I finally replaced the mixer today with a shiny new one. I am sure for the professional audio experts out there, it’s not the kind of high quality, highly expensive equipment they would recommend, but we were paying for it ourselves and I am sure it will do the job fine.

It’s not against a show however, but commercials. More specifically, the commercials done in a “Vox Pops” style, but which are rather obviously scripted and played by actors. Clearly not very good actors, as more talented thespians may have convinced me it was all genuine. Also, I’m sure one of them turned up as a prostitute on “The Bill” a couple of weeks ago.

I don’t know why is annoys me so much, it’s not like I believe there’s any great truth to other adverts. Maybe it’s because I don’t care what random idiots on the street think in the first place, therefore why would anyone think actors pretending to be random idiots on the street would convince me to buy something.

I say less fake vox pops and more commercials doing stuff with bits of cars. I like those. 

More of this kind of thing in my Flickr account.

I have to thank whoever thought of doing it. I have now caught my foot on the power cable on at least three separate  occasions, all of which would have been very expensive if the plug had been more difficult to pull out.

Hooray for people who invent technology that allows spack-handed idiots like me to function in normal life.