Johnny 3 Hands : guitars
richie : violins
martin s : drums
brent h : guitars
jane : piano
andy k : bass
Influences
death, destruction and the search for a cure for scurvy.
Sounds Like
when you set your buzz to deadly but the batteries run out after an hour or two leaving only a barely audible din that sounds like someone mumbling something to do with rivers and/or mountains.
born in the back of a truck with wild dogs howling all around. grew up on a farm a few miles outside of cork where we shared our house with a crazy clown and a blind pianist. the clown left to marry his sidekick while the pianist went crazy trying to put words to Mozarts Requiem. i stole his folk records when they hauled him off to the mental home. he had an old guitar he always kept in a case under his bed and when he left i stole that too. thats when it all started..
hey! hehe i must apologise for any abusive texts last week hahaha! I was a *tad* melodramatic, "I'm not going now!!", i thought it was the end of our friendship for a while. til i realised i'd the wrong person hahaha! apologies :) you must admit it was pretty funny though, ha. Hope you're well x
hey Paul! if i didn't have work today i would've come to Galway to see So Cow last night. his gig with Cormac on Sunday was amazing. also - best news ever (well...) Jape playing Glastonbury! ha. can't wait :)
hope work went well today. last night was great fun but boy was i a mess today. very hungover but looking forward to tomorrow's night's shenanigans! see you then. x
Like a fuckin' idiotic geebag, I went and deleted all my texts the other day by accident. When are you gracing Dublin's (not so) fair City with your presence again Mister?
