Just back from a fabby weekend in sunny Arran. More jamming than I’ve ever done, with four human jukeboxes covering everything from Lenny Cohen to T.Rex with acoustics, electric, glockenspiel, mandolin, flute and djembe. We managed to collaboratively write and record a song, which will be broadcast later this week when I’ve mixed it. Meantime, here’s what overindulged rock stars do between takes, when sated with cocaine and sex slaves:
Here, Tiger Wright fails to notice his ball blasting onto the fairway at the 11th (I’ve pointed it out in the interests of documentation) Click the images for full size.