Well thus ends a very stressful week! As many of you know the Tapeley gig was unfortunately cancelled due to lack of ticket sales - I guess we can't stress enough the need for advance sales these days - and then a bunch of tea towels and an overstocked cupboard meant I put my back out Wednesday and since then I've felt pretty rigid and low to be honest but hey never mind! I'm more that ready to bounce back with a second wave of enthusiasm!
Let's talk about father's day, just briefly mind on account of it being a touchy subject. It's nice to see everyone taking to social media with their selfies and I must say it's nice to see people remembering those they lost as well. It was probably the displays I saw last year on my feed that compelled me to share a picture this year but whatever it was I'm glad I did it. I'm normally quite private and although many of you know from the twaddle I talk between songs that I have lost a fair amount of people non were as important to me as my Dad; although they came close.
Growing up with one parent was hard enough and one of the opposite gender made puberty particularly difficult (for both of us!) but he was always there, supportive and encouraging. An absolute rock who would go out of his way to help anyone. I made a promise to my Dad that I would never forget him - I thought it was daft he even asked me to promise... I also swore I'd never wear those wireless head-mounted microphones he saw Britney wearing once... (he felt they looked stupid). His lasting impression is so obvious in my songs and the person I've become; it's why I feel the need to tell the world of my Dad. I remember making a winamp skin of him - does anyone still use winamp? - and I think it got 2 downloads somewhere in the middle east and I felt I'd made him famous! He's always in my songs, lurking in the background, like some warm lantern guiding the way and I think he'll be there again next week when I come to record my sixth album.
To quote Rafiki (for no particular reason), "It is time."
Happy Father's Day x
Well I said I'd be back and I'm back! Writing/annoying you again :P Let's start by talking about BAAM fest. It went well, I think? I had a small but faithful crowd gathered at my feet in the very red tent and they were very forgiving of the frog in my throat as I tried out new tunes. It was good to reconnect with old friends and to sing 'Widemouth Bay' in it's home town. The only thing that would have made that more perfect for me were if I'd actually sung it on the cliffs of Widemouth Bay, it felt right to bring it home although I guess people forget I'm a Cornish girl these days. I remember discussing what I was with my Dad when I was younger as I was one of a generation of kids living in Bude but born in Barnstaple as our local hospital wasn't really setup for child birth. As a result we are doomed to wander the counties, unlabelled! Haha
Anyway let's talk about the album. I've got two weeks. TWO WEEKS! Where has the time gone? Two weeks 'til I'm back in the studio (where I belong) recording my sixth album, which will also technically be my debut album, as Roseanna Ball - even though we changed the artwork of Geography for the reissues so as not to confuse people..... I'm not helping am I? The album has suffered many changes since it's first conception last year but I think I've finally decided on a title and you heard it here first. It will be called Time and there is a title track which no doubt some of you have heard on soundcloud in its demo format. I only hope I can convey the same emotion in it when I properly record it! I'm hoping to launch this album at a very special location in North Devon, one I've never launched at before. I'll let you know more when I've got dates confirmed 'cause I don't like to count my chickens before they've hatched!
In the mean time I'll be supporting Boo Hewerdine (my producer) at Tapeley Park this Wednesday and I'm planning to unveil some new tunes and maybe even a new instrument.... intrigued? Come on down and cash in those hugs I've been promising! Seriously I need cuddles :P
Well it's been a while because I came back from my Northern Tour and went straight back into the day job which was absolutely exhausting! Apologies to anyone who came to the Gardens last week and had to deal with me - I'm sure I must've appeared in a daze - although something happened at work yesterday that jolted me back into my music-mind and reminded me to write this blog so I shall open with it :-)
There I was stood at my window, greeting a gentleman and two ladies and giving them the long schpeel about admission prices and gift aid when a lady interrupts, "do I know you?" Immediately puzzled I Hugh Grant, "err ... err... no?" "Are you a singer?" They blurt out. An easy question, I boom, "Yes! Yes I am," "that's it, I didn't recognise you at first, well you wouldn't remember us, we're the audience..." she trails off as I blush and get a star-struck equivalency of someone being slightly star-struck. I giggle like a twit as they walk away and I greet the following customer with an airy, glazed over expression on my face. What a dope! This has happened before but not for a long long time and that was at karaoke so this time it was out of context and kind of made my day, being all unexpected and all :) So thank you whoever you guys were! That made Monday a lot easier! I'd better get on now with telling you about the tour!
Now I did keep a diary the entire time I was away but obviously I'm going to bore you to death if I write all of it here so I'm going to try and paraphrase and cover the main points. First up, Ireby Festival. This was the first gig of the tour and it was in a quaint little church with a flat ceiling, I really enjoyed singing in there as I could just let my vocals soar - I was singing by the altar where the ceiling hadn't been lowered - I was later told, "it sounded lovely but I couldn't hear what you were singing." The first of many brilliant quotes from the juggler who we ended up staying with when we returned to Cumbria and who also taught us the basics of juggling. I might have a new party trick to open with...
We then headed on over to Mae's Tea Rooms and despite a lack of bus, and thus, audience the owner was very welcoming and gave us lunch on the house which didn't 'alf make the pennies go further. Thank you again! We had a random walk in the beautiful sunshine in the shadow of Skiddaw (highest peak in England I'm told) in Bassenthwaite and made our way down a stony path, past lambs and sheep to a chapel on the edge of Bassenthwaite Lake (the only 'lake' in the lake district I'm told). Stunning scenery and I drop to the floor in the graveyard to write a new song... as you do. Ben thought I'd lost it. I finished the song in the chapel and performed it about four times after, still can't quite pronounce Bassenthwaite though so the intro to the song remains quite embarrassing!
Edinburgh next, ah Scotland. You know there's something about Scotland, there really is. It's like coming home and we were so sad to leave! Such a modern, swish city with a dirty great terrifying structure in the centre called the Scott monument that honestly looked like it was screaming at me! No matter where we went in the centre you could see it, like some piercing structure summoning the devil, I was honestly very freaked out by it but eventually we decided it was black from pollution and maybe wasn't evil after all? ...Ben made me climb it... I had trouble just approaching it but he was right to do so 'cause the view from the top was spectacular, even if it was up 297 steps... I had a great time at the Wee Folk Club, and an even better time at Edinburgh Folk Club. Met a lovely Irishman who sang a song about mistaking a girl for a swan and shooting her dead - as Mr Purser says, it ain't folk unless someone's dead at the end.
Then we headed back to Carlisle for BBC Radio Cumbria first where I proudly played my Bassenthwaite ode, 'Laid down' and I must say it went down really well. After an uncomfortable trip to the castle (those dungeons were awful) and an education at Hadrian's Wall (turn's out it doesn't divide England and Scotland anymore, so embarrassed) I finished up at the Carlisle Folk & Blues club. Best gig so far. One thing that stood out the most on this tour was that it was the first time I've had audience participation and I can now understand why Dave Gahan goes nuts on stage when we all sing back the lyrics. The feeling is so warming and humbling, it's a cloaked connection to make as I can't see faces on stage, just glistening shadows. Magic.
Well I still managed to waffle on a bit but at least I condensed my eighteen-page saga into a couple paragraphs for you! There's still more to update you on but I reckon I'd better give you a break for a bit and update you after BAAM fest. Thanks for reading/loving/listening as always!