Pimms, lyrics and maps

Pimms - British Summertime

Kendall has been busy. The busiest bee in fact. He’s spent hours in front of his iMac’s giant screen, plotting a tour route for us through America’s flat plains, basins, coastlines, southern fields and northern cities and he’s done a blooming good job. There’s nothing sweeter than when the iPhone dings with another email of confirmation for one of the venues, it’s honestly become one of the sweetest sounds.

I’d be lying if I said it was all easy. When has playing music and trying to make a living and pay off loan sharks ever been easy? We’ve tried to plan this trip to have some pennies to rub together at the end. We’ve thought of taking a tent, getting a diesel car and converting it to use vegetable oil. We pitched to an organization and offered to promote them on our tour in exchange for veggie oil and the conversion installation only to be told, “No, you’re asking too much”.

We’ve spent evenings honestly thinking how we’re going to make it in the States when work is still so scarce and everyone is still trying to pull themselves out of the mire. And we’ve been left with only the resolute hope of hope in knowing this is where we’re heading for now.

But regardless of uncertainty the simple glimmer of all the friendships we had to leave when we headed out here is something neither of us can wait for. I’ve probably already said it, but I’ll say it again because it’s so completely and utterly true. Reputation, architecture, work, entertainment blah, blah, blah does not make a place- people do and one of the things we’re most looking forward to is seeing old friends and making new ones. To sharing a meal after a show and falling asleep on someone’s floor or sofa. To catching up with old faces as though it were the last thing to do on earth.

We’ve been writing too. It’s weird how a new song sometimes comes fully formed and clothed, introduces its tune to you and then sits in your head for the rest of the night. But it’s even stranger when it happens to both of us at the same time.

I can’t remember what night it was but I sat at the piano in the front room and Kendall sat with his guitar in ours and we scribbled and cooed and crooned until lines turned into verses and choruses and refrains (mine has no name. Kendall’s is called Let ’em down slow). But maybe it’s even odder when days later you can listen to your terrible recordings and still hear something glittering in the chord changes and harmonies.

Our record is on its way from our computers and digital wonderland and into your lovely hands as I type this. We have the wonderful, Karla Cook, designing the artwork for it and I haven’t anything like it-so stoked!

We’ve also got some new songs up on our MySpace sorry it took a wee while. Now you can listen to Windmill Wars and Parting Glass. http://www.myspace.com/theyellowkites

Oh yes, and the random picture of Pimms and lemonade, which has absolutely nothing to do with this blog is just me doffing my hat to Britain’s number one summer beverage. I’ll make if for you when we come and play in your town 😉

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