Monthly Archive: November 2016
I am going to be as quick as i can with this so you can get to the music
I will be doing some gigs next year with backing – Still just me shouting with an acoustic guitar but with added sounds and instruments – its in its basic stage at the moment but will be ready for the new year.
This track is an old track re-done because of the highly invasive Investigatory Powers Bill which was originally the Data Retention & Investigatory Powers Act – which gave rise to the title Drip By Drip, which has now been put back in the set and will be in the Russ Crimewave 2.0 set – Enjoy – its free – if you cant download it either email from here or inbox me on my Facebollox page and i will email a copy soon as i can . Lyrics are below.
You can’t do anything without being seen Get followed everywhere you’ve ever been Tracked in the street, snooped on at home They can read everything on your mobile phone Watched in work, your life is scanned There’s an app for that, install on demand They’ve got your passwords, personal information Your banking details and current location Drip drip drip – kiss your rights goodbye You gave them up to the digital spy Drip drip drip – it’ll all become clear Nothing to hide but everything to fear Check into your home with the GPS They know where you are no need to guess They know where you go everything you do The electronic eye is spying on you They’ve got details of everyone Permission granted, damage done Sharing your life and identity The invisible threat to your liberty You opted in, you can’t opt out You ticked agree but did not read A hidden assault on your privacy A surveillance state you cannot see Recorded, filmed,sold for profit You have no choice you must comply Last Exit To Freedom But terms and conditions still apply
I woke up to a message on Sunday morning – Do I want to play a gig with Glen Matlock tonight – do I want to do a gig with an absolute legend in my hometown, five minutes from where I live – Well i was a bit worse for wear after watching a rather blinding set from Irish punk rockers the Defects and still on a “big buzz” from an amazing Killing Joke gig the night before and it just didn’t register, i went and had a cup of tea and then it hit me – fuck – its Glen “fucking” Matlock, he of the Sex Pistols & Rich Kids and one of those responsible for a very young me turning to punk music and letting it ruin my life ever since. Yes of course i was doing it – no brainer really and i would be paid too – absolutely splendid – whats the time? – ooh fuck its nearly three and all i have done all day is drink tea and fanny about online. I had to change my strings (good move) write out a longer set than usual (not a problem) rehearse said set list coz i hadn’t played a few of them in a while (bad move) went and soundchecked (good move) the stupidly went to the pub beforehand (very bad move) to settle the nerves a bit and bumped into a few people I knew, as you do in your local, told them to get along to the Ramsgate Music Hall, they wont be disappointed (I think they were)
I turned up to the gig with 40 minutes spare before i went on, I had had a few but I was OK (I wasn’t), I had only had a couple of pints, another one or two won’t hurt (it did) – I get up play the first notes and completely forgot the opening words of a song I had been doing for ages, ironically “We’ve forgotten” being the first two words of it, i stumbled thru the swiftly rehearsed following song, completely bolloxing it up and then finally settling into the set, thoroughly enjoyed it and even sold a couple of CD’s and made a couple of new fans which was nice.
Then like a tit in the dressing room i manged to spill my beer all over Glens brand new books, well one of them got it worse than the rest so i bought it (at a discounted rate of course coz it was beer damaged) apologised and made a swift exit after the obligatory selfie. Glen didn’t bat an eyelid congratulated me on a nice set and cleared the room just before he went on, doing a rather short (to my pissed head) set but it was rather good with a couple of Pistols numbers a Rich Kids song and I believe a Small Faces tune and a fair few others – Thoroughly nice fella. One to cross off the list of legends I have had the privelidge to play with, although would like a do over on this one as it is the second time I have made a tit of myself in front of Glen. The other being Borders in Brighton about 14 years ago but thats another story.
Here is the selfie with Glen and my ole mate Paul