So i was just speaking to this guy who is doing some kind of healthy liver detox - he's given up alcohol and coffee and food with taste or flavour, and apparently after just a few weeks he's feeling so much better.
why would anyone want to know that they could feel so much better if they just gave up all their favourite things?!? isn't life guilt inducing enough without knowing that its your own fault that you feel this bad.
In a similar vein, on saturday the Plastic Kitchen played a great set at Bodega, including showcasing new tunes 'Alice is an Astronaut' and 'Stretch'. Stretch is a song Cilla wrote based on some trippy things her four year old said, and i have to say it is one of the greatest songs i have ever heard. ever. hopefully we'll record it soon. anyway, back to that similar vein thing, before the gig i went into the bodega bathroom and did some vocal warm-ups (as taught to me by the wonderful jazz / blues singer Jo-Anne Gibbs), but then i go on stage and immediately forget all i know about singing and just begin screaming and pushing my voice to unpleasant places. too much energy, not enough soul. or something. oh well.
