KT Tunstall Diary

24th July, 2005

Sunday, July 24th, Home!!

Aloha! I return from an intense week of remembering how to do nowt, and after a couple of days, my old talent for it came right back. It was bliss. (The windmill however, is being slowly eaten by inch-long white wood-munching grubs which i discovered after attacking the banister with a fork.)

But, like a total Scottish twat, i managed to get a horrid dose of heat-stroke on the last day – yesterday – and feel hellish. It’s like being pissed, having a hangover, being boiled and freezing all at the same time, but with none of the ‘special’ break-dancing which occured at my 30th party the night before i left. The pain. Brinkman did a cover of R Kelly. Twisted genius.

I saw 4ft Himalayan Griffins & African Vultures, and a Condor at a bird sanctuary – they just let them go for a flap around the valley, and FIRK ME when they come in to land with their 14ft wingspans…aaah! ooooh! AAAAAARRGGH!

N-N-NOMINATED FOR A MERCURY!! I am too chuffed for words. I do all these things i’ve always wanted to, and then get put up for an award because of it. I must have earnt some hardcore good karma in my last life.

Talking of which, i’ve recently made my album Carbon Neutral (www.futureforests.com) which means trees are planted to offset the carbon emissions generated by all the little KT cd’s out there. My new forest (heehee!) is near Peebles in Sotland and i’ll be letting you know where it is if you fancy popping in for, well, a walk or something. The tours will also be CN & you will pay a paltry 15p extra on the ticket price to make the tour a hippy tree haven. Aw!

Right, thats quite enough. I haven’t been well and i must go to sleep as i have to talk to Asia in the morning.

Good to be back. KT xx

Posted by KT on the 24th July, 2005
18th July, 2005

Tuesday, July 18th - Shoe My!!

Aw yes boy-o! ‘Shoe My’ is my own special spelling for ‘Hello’ in Welsh. We’re in Monmouth making album twit-two-hoo. It’s like the bloody south of France down’ere – all that hairspray we used in the 80’s has finally done it’s dreadful work on the ozone layer over Britain & we shall all be crisps by Autumn.

Went camping this weekend. We found a most spacious spot, and understood the nature of said spaciousness when we discovered we’d pitched next to a man-hole cover oozing little poos halfway down the hill from the toilet block. ‘But they don’t smell!’ we exclaimed. It was interesting. Why didn’t the poos smell? Why? However, we were far more concerned by the imminent contraction of hideous disease, so un-pegged and flip-flopped it carrying the tent far, far away from the bad place…

The recording is going pretty good…i’ve had the odd wobbly; not trashing vintage microphones, or slapping the horses around (we’re on a farm – i’m getting to that bit), more my little inner serpent being a wee shit and making me question my goods. “My goods is GOLD little snake! Get back in yer box!!”...you get the picture. (My mum isn’t worried, so you’ve no need to be.) It’s not the easiest transition going from player to maker…feels a bit like a sealion with a little silver bow-tie trying to deliver a clinical psychology lecture. But most of the time, i’m lost in the goodness. S’good.

Recording in old stables; there’s more old stables next door, but they still have horses in. They talk to each other. The horses. Not the stables. We’ve built a campfire, bought crates of booze, employed a chef, absolutely sorted. It was pretty funny, we went to the supermarket on a wine run & the check out girl asked Arnie if he was on holiday. Arnie says no, i’m recording on the farm. She says, ‘Oooh! We’ve had all sorts of famous people, Ozzy Osbourne…oooh, you’re not from Pink Floyd, i’d die if I met Pink Floyd. But I’ve never met anyone famous. Who do you play with?” Arnie says he plays with me, and the woman says how she thinks i’m grand & she’s got my album. I’m standing right next to him and wave in her face going ‘hiyaaaaa!’ and she goes bright red and screams. Brilliant.

I’m starving. It’s 1am & toast and branston pickle is singin’ to me like a siren from the kitchen.
“Kate! Kate! I know it’s late, but what ye need most is some pickly toast!”
Coom on!!!!

Tunstall x

Posted by KT on the 18th July, 2005
2nd July, 2005

Saturday, July 2nd

Just back from Belgium after being gloriously bumped up to the main stage at the Werchter festival. Athelete were late, so we stepped in. What nice guys we are. ho ho. Man, they know how to do fancy on the continent – backstage was like the queens tea-party. Which included meeting Shirley Manson who is a BABE. She flashed her pants on stage and flicked the bird and everything. The band boys and I were mightily impressed.

Shot the new video last wednesday which was a hoot. I’m not gonna tell you what happens coz that would be boring, but the leak is…EVIL BAND! Just watch your back…

Couldn’t get on the bill anywhere in the world for Live8, so i’ve got my Make Poverty History pants on and due to not owning a tv, am listening to it on the wireless whilst getting updates from my marching mates in Edinburgh. Sounds class. Wish we were doing it though…

Oooh! It’s Bob doing ‘I Don’t Like Mondays’! Woohoo!!

Posted by KT on the 2nd July, 2005

KT Tunstall Diary

24th July, 2005

Sunday, July 24th, Home!!

18th July, 2005

Tuesday, July 18th - Shoe My!!

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