Love your Love, today. The New Album is on its way.

New Year: same old, same old

In spite of the negative looking titular start to this post we can confirm that, while nothing has really changed, the new music is constantly being created, crafted and crooned for all the crowing crowds clawing for continued Loopiness.

Ben's commemorative Tat'

Cough.

Dom's refreshing drumminess is vitalising rehearsals, as are his tea-making skills and his chocolate chip biscuits.

And with Newbury now the focus of rehearsals [after so many years of enjoying the delights of Winchester] the band looks forward to revisiting Valley Studios for those important recording sessions. Ben, however, is not quite so upbeat about the news as his commemorative tattoo for the situation might suggest...

And as far as the Lights For Learning benefit gig cancellation and the Loopy Christmas Do are concerned they've both been postponed after a rather unfortunate state of affairs with a certain bass player's back, again. This time involving an ambulance, a four-week stay in hospital and a spinal operation.

So, with recovery going well and the new bookings flowing in, Loopy - most definitely - lives on.

Gig Alert - Sunday On The Glebe

Loopy will be playing this Sunday on the Glebe Field in Stockcross, near Newbury, off the A34.






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Street Party Practice

Present: Ad, Dom, Eg, Fea, Tom

Venue: Uprising Studios, Newbury

Eg doesn't have a hernia after all. Though he's still got enough discomfort to use as his excuse to avoid heavy lifting. Ad, remembering his own pain management issues, readily concurs [*lumber-rub, lumber-rub*].

Jeff Albertson

Bit of a microphone stand shortage tonight. Jamie, the nice chap behind the computer screen in reception who looks a bit like Jeff Albertson, unsuccessfully tried to find some extras. Though he did manage to provide the boys with parcel tape which was generously wound around a broken stand and a microphone shaft.

In view of the street gig next week Dom managed to hire the drum kit from the studio - they should be able to deliver the drums at the venue too. Marvellous stuff.

There was a well-paced rendition of 'Sparkle and Shine' and a complete collapse of composure during 'The Sky Above My House' due to an arrestingly wonderful drum fill from Dom.

Fea breaks a string. Eg nearly drops Ad's bass during 'Centre of my Universe'

It's great being in a band.

Post-Practice Pint Pub Prattle
The mean number of legs on a human is less than 2, and other creative uses of the three main averages; what to do with pets when trying to rent a house; a general lack of surprise met the news that Winchester's First Inn Last Out, the pub where Loopy used to enjoy the Post-Practice Pint, appeared on TVs 'Hotel Inspector' as the first B&B in which the 'expert' has refused to stay the night; Tom's ground-breaking house-management advice "always carry something when moving from one room to another"; job applications and the worthiness of putting one's hobbies down, especially ones enjoyed in a group; and if we lived on an island how would our economy work and evolve?

A drummer turns up

Present: Ad, Dom, Eg, Fea, Tom

Venue: Uprising Studios, Newbury
A drummer turned up, improving the output of our four lovable regulars 100 fold. The spring had certainly returned to the collective Loopy step thanks to Dom. Loopy have played with Dom on a number of occasions, and always with great results.

Not surprising, considering Dom is the only person that Loopy know who still receives the odd PRS cheque thanks to his late 80s / early 90s stewardship of the skins with The Chesterfields.

The evening progressed with eleven candidates for the new album. Much work was done.

Post Practice Pint Prattle
Eg's new Android phone; Sziget or not Sziget; Tom performing Postman Pat and the Pink Panther at his Grandmother's Jewish funeral while he and the rest of his family (led by Mr Vamos Senior) wear yarmulke's made from rolled up Speedo swimming caps - it seems Mr Vamos Junior's past cartoon farcicals are indebted to the genes he's inherited from Dad;