Hello Peeples, The old gigging itinerary is beginning to fill up at its usual lagubrious pace. A few promises of something of the more exotic calibre otherwise I’m afraid that some of you will be seeing me again at the same locations. I hope you don’t mind that too much. Stackers played at Birkenhead Arts Centre recently where we had the privilege of sharing a dressing room with a tram and a double-decker bus, this was a first for all of us well-seasoned troupers. It just goes to show that a new experience is always potentially around the corner no matter how much of life you have seen. Some of my Facebook friends have popped along to one or two gigs but they haven’t made themselves known. Don’t hesitate to introduce yourselves should you want to, it’s always nice to put a live face to the profile.
Mutter

Well, at the moment it’s about the new Stackridge single ‘North St Grande (Dancing Together By Christmas Time) and it’s downloading thereof. It’s available at Amazon, iTunes etc and if you’re not careful you may even catch a video of us performing it. There is also a 4 track video that can be had from the same sort of places. Of course the problem with downloads is that they cannot be wrapped in seasonal paper and inserted in a sock that has been nailed to the mantlepiece, so such a purchase is a purely selfish affair. Go on spoil yourself and marvel at the unashamed audacity that comes with one’s dotage. Come and see me when you can and say ‘Hello’, but in the meantime have a majestic Yule and a spiffing New Year. Mutter

Hello there, Linda and I have recently returned from a blissful seven days and nights in Carralejo in Fuertaventura. The coolest of days was 28C! We had a large room ten paces from one of the hotel swimming pools and a choice of turquoise watered, white sanded beaches within 5 minutes walk. Now I’ve made you all sick I will digress.
Stackers did a couple of cracking gigs this last weekend: Friday night saw us in the well-seasoned, sleazy confines of The 100 Club in London. What a cracking venue, I love it. The sizeable crowd appeared to agree with me too. By way of a change Saturday was in the, now revamped, St David’s Hall, South Petherton. This is an adapted church building which has been a live music venue for some years now. The flotilla of members who run and administrate this lovely gig should be commended for their dedication and attention to detail – the free beer for band members is a genius touch which should be deployed in all venues thoughout the planet.
I have a gig at No 10 in Bridport Tuesday night and MSB practice on Wednesday in anticipation of the two gigs next weekend. I’ve hit the ground running after the break in The Canaries. Pip! Pip! Mutter

Yo! Very little going on above the water level, but the MSB beat combo continue to beaver away below decks honing what have now become standards in our oeuvre and topping up the repertoire with new songs. Songs about drug addiction, spendthriffery and a boring night in a bar, the usual guff.
A Stackridge rehearsal looms as does a gig in Southend -on- Sea with Curved Air. That will be a weird experience, reminiscent of the old days at The Lyceum or The Roundhouse, but with a load of saggy old duffers rather than the snake-hipped, pert bosomed gods and goddess of yore. What a way of NOT making a living!
See you around,
Mutter

Hello. Warning: a bit of a gripe coming up.
I’m sure it’s not only happening to me but I reckon getting a sufficient quorum of people to attend a gig is getting tougher by the day (I have been to see one or two others and there seems to be a similar pattern emerging). The first blow (or suck) came with the non-smoking rule being foisted upon every pub in the land, now at any juncture in the evening 30% of the audience is outside frantically striking a light. This means that the performer has to cope with a more or less passing trade throughout their set rather like a busker in a furnished subway. You get their attention, they go out for a quick puff, then you have to get them back again when they return to quaff and warm themselves before the nicotine nibbles at the vitals again.
Now, added to this, we have the prohibitive cost of going out in the first place – baby-sitters, taxis/fuel, bevvy, nosh etc.
I don’t know about your locale but down here the pub gig is the first step into live performance for all would-be world beaters. If this carries on Britain will no longer punch above its weight on the global stage. We will be home in front of the telly sipping a cold tin of chemical wash watching someone else from somewhere else doing it. Gripe over, bon chance, Mutter.

Hello, In some manic driven move Stackridge are going to be filmed performing 3 songs from AVFCS and ‘Slow Train’. This will, they tell me, facilitate our relentless drive to world domination and may even give us a shoe in on one of next year’s more esoteric festivals.
I personally feel that a troupe of clear eyed, lithe hipped, twenty nothings miming to would stand a much better chance, should such young’uns be hungry enough for stardom. I consider society to be calloused and weather-hardened enough to countenace a blonde curly haired, blue eyed ‘Andy Davis’ doing back flips over a pouting Adonis-like ‘James Warren’ ululating and going calf-eyed at the camera. Now, even I would pay to see that!

Hot Diggidy Dog, The august month of August hoves into view and we’re sluicing flood debris out of the back doors already. Global warming? ’tis more global wetting. I had a great time supporting and listening to Geraint Watkins and Robbie McIntosh the other week. Google the guys and feast your ears on some fine playing. Stackridge, for various reasons, are off the scene for a month or so, but fear not MSB are up and at ‘em at various locations (see gig guide on this page) and I’m doing a few gigs with friends. On these occasions rather than batter your senses with my own material I choose to destroy the good works of others (Tom Petty, Paul Weller, Norma Shearer, et al). If you have the misfortune to be in my viscinity on one of these shows take pity and hand me a pint of Staropromen and try not to look too disappointed – I bruise easily. Yoiks, and futhermore, Tally-Ho! Mutter

Bonjour mes braves, How’s it going? It’s been a bit full on in the land of Slater I can tell you. The old lager support system (ie work) has reached the inevitable seasonal fever pitch: weddings here, school commems there, and burials thither. The gigging has picked up too with the solo stuff, MSB and Stackers. The Stack album ( A Victory For Common Sense ) is due for release on the 13th July and we await a galaxy of stars in magazine and paper reviews (we’ve got 4 in August’s Mojo already so we’re well on the way). It took me much too long to get to Ruislip and back in the car and Druidstone was no better, anyone out there with a teleportation system up for grabs give me a call, I’m your man. Mutter

Yes folks, That’s right the old duffer has made it thus far without too much mishap. It must be the way I’ve looked after myself: I treat my body like a temple, I always keep my shoes on the outside. The more perceptive among you may gather from the gig list that MSB are at The Hope & Anchor, Bridport this Saturday (June 6th) the eve of the afore-mentioned momentous event. It could get quite messy after the gig! This is a not so dry run for next years 60th – assuming we get that far. Mutter

Hello again. The weekend of backing Errol Linton has rapidly evaporated in the psyche. Errol is a great harp player and a greater human being. Every gig went down a storm despite my guitar playing. Look out for him.
You may see on the recently updated gig list that I am doing some solo supports for Geraint Watkins and Robbie McIntosh. If you don’t know who they are then just Google and goggle at the spew of credentials. I can’t say how much I’m looking forward to sharing the bill with the two of them and their band. Pigs in manure don’t even compare in terms of rapture.
The new Stackridge album ‘A Victory For Common Sense’ is released on Mon July 13th and there are plans to batter the music world into acquiescence with promotional sledgehammers and orgiastic launch parties. Be very afraid Radio 2.
Mutter.