KT Tunstall Diary

20th November, 2005

Sunday, November 20th, running out my London door

Wooohoooooo!! What a buzz – playing Top of the Pops, on my tod, with just a beautiful Gibson semi-acoustic for a weapon, TOTALLY LIVE!! I played different chords in the bridge just so those of you in the know would realise my sexy red guitar was coming at you live and all…

Went to the pub after with the lovely lads from Athlete and celebrated with a quick pie and now have to run out my door to get on the tour bus to Paris….i’m outta here…................xxx

Posted by KT on the 20th November, 2005
14th November, 2005

Monday November 14th, London, small birdies, big birdies!

Back home, happy as hell. It was a great trip stateside, but something happened just after i wrote my last entry and i GOTTA let you know!

My friend and I had just finished lunch in a diner in a bustling area of Boston, and i noticed a wee bird sitting on the pavement that wasn’t looking at all well. As we left, i picked it up (in a napkin, avian flu and all that) and took it away from the roadside. It was so folorn and miniscule, it’s heart pumping away like the clappers.

Not much else could be done, so i left it by a tree, where hopefully it got it’s mojo back and flew off. Right as we turned the corner, a fucking massive bird of prey flew the length of the street about 4 feet above the road; it looked like a bloody sea eagle or something – hooked beak, brown wings, full-on fluffy white eagle trousers, and must have had a wing-span of over a metre, and it was carrying a dead pigeon. It swooped by us and up to the top of a low-rise building about ten feet away and proceeded to rip the pigeon apart, feathers flying everywhere.

I asked the audience at a gig later that afternoon if this was normal, and it turns out it’s very abnormal indeed, so we were just brilliantly, blissfully lucky. Wow. Woosh. xx
ps. History of Violence, top flick. Aragorn. Yeah man.

Posted by KT on the 14th November, 2005
12th November, 2005

Saturday November 12th, sunshine in Boston

Eh up muckers!! Sorry for the diary negligence, you know, things are a little hectic…i must not lead a life of rock, i must not lead a life of rock…oh go on then! At least it’s a good excuse. I’ve just written a diary ESSAY, which the hotel internet service decided to delete, so i’m working from memory but it probably wont be nearly as witty and intelligent as my initial masterpiece. (disclaimer)

A glorious morning off in Boston, and things are going well here over the water. Wee bastard and I are leaving a trail of grins behind us it seems, and wee bastard even has his own brand new Samsonite kennel with his name on it. Don’t want him getting to big for his buttons and thinking he’s a sampler though, so he still gets a wee taste of my boot when he’s naughty.

Even a certain piano-playing Miss Jones was at the bar at the Living Room where i played in NY the other night. Aye! Bloody Nora! Her bass-player was doing his own set after me and she overheard my set which she kindly said she enjoyed. I was totally taken aback at how young she is; 22, tiny, and could pass for 16. I loved playing my show, especially as there was an old joanna in the corner so i could bash out Through the Dark.

The UK tour was fookin champion. Thanks so much to all of you who attended and went mental, your efforts were impressive. I must admit, i considered keeling over the first few nights as the show was an hour and a half; proper music boot-camp, but me and the boys survived and possibly sport imroved muscle tone as an added bonus. We were a little nervous, as we hadn’t had much rehearsal time for the new ideas, but then we had some wine and the feeling went away.

I really have to get the film of Arnie’s upside-down chin show on here…other highlights were Ed’s penchant for hiding in coats that were hanging on clothes rails in the dressing room and waiting for a hapless victim to walk past, Sam waking up with Kenny’s biker boots either side of his head, a bee landing on my strings during Silent Sea (awe of brilliance and beauty of universe ensued), Arnie having the bus to himself for 2 hours and us joking about him probably doing Yoga naked, which he WAS, me nearly knocking Sam over during Stopping the Love whilst we were trying to put Kenny off his trumpet solo, and a picture that you MUST see of Ed and Luke being Simon and Garfunkel (Zildjien & Carbunkle) with polonecks, white ‘fro and all…

Doing Jools Holland was ace; i should’ve left an apple on his piano…the support i get from that man is a dream. The boys were all really nervous as they’d never done it before! As for me, i knew the score, you know, knew the ropes and felt fine, ahem…Quite surreal playing our tunes facing Robbie Williams, but he was most charming, and said he dug my tunes so he’s alright in my book. I thought Maximo Park were top – they looked wicked and their playing was tight as a gnats’ chuff. (I’m amazed at how Paul the singer’s comb-over doesn’t flap around with all that leaping about – does he use glue?! Maybe he’s high on it which prompts him to do his brilliant robot dance) We met ‘em after, lovely chaps.

I was a little blue after coming off tour – it’ll be a while until we’re back out on a long stint again. It’s so beautiful looking at how this thing has come into being; there’s 2 tour buses, a bloody huge truck full of stuff, a crew, 2 chefs, and all because i wrote some tunes in my room. When i read about this scene, or that school of creativity, or this movement, i see it as simply somebody making an idea become something solid, and they-had-such-tremendous-fun-that-they-asked-for-another-elephant-to-come. I’m a member of a cracking herd i tell you.

What shall i write next?...Oh yes, my voice was a bit wrecked after the last run of gigs, partly due to seeing old friends up north, but also due to getting on a jet-plane 24 hours after stepping off the tour bus…thankfully have a week off coming up which will be soooo good. I’m going to a tropical island with crazy fish and cocktails! Woohoo!! The thing is, everyone seems to LIKE my voice sounding like Lulu’s woodbine smokin sista, but it’s a frightening predicament to try and keep it this way…time to read Keith Moon’s biography perhaps?

Back to blighty overnight tonight and looking forward to judging whether War of the Worlds has any value whatsoever when viewed on a screen the size of a fag packet.
Love KT x

Posted by KT on the 12th November, 2005

KT Tunstall Diary

20th November, 2005

Sunday, November 20th, running out my London door

14th November, 2005

Monday November 14th, London, small birdies, big birdies!

12th November, 2005

Saturday November 12th, sunshine in Boston

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