KT Tunstall Diary

24th December, 2005

DING DONG DUDES!!! December 24th, yip yip.

The goose is fit to bust people, and i’m JUST sneaking in a happy crimbo diary entry…HAPPY CHRISTMAS!!

Just back from the most amazing week on a desert island; i did wonder if the plane had crashed and i’d ended up existing on some karmically favourable plane – i’d just arrived and found myself sitting in a house on stilts, looking over the most perfect turquoise ocean, and wearing white pyjamas after having had a lovely little Thai woman walk all over my back. Mmmmm.

Now just before i went away, i managed to squeeze in one of the most covetable rock pastimes known to man – oh yes, i bagged a private jet! I did a tv show in Madrid which required a seriously quick turnaround time to get back, so soundman Priv, Tour manager Mo, Lucky Luke & I jumped in a blacked out A-team van, raced off to Luton, drove straight past all the nice polite white private jets, and pulled up next to the sexiest black plane in the world with silver go-faster stripes. How we sighed at the beauty of it. And to top it off, it had a German crew! Could it BE anymore Austin Powers I half expected to be handed an evil white pussycat to stroke. Went and did my 3 and half minutes of wee bastard, got back on the jet, drank loads of fizz and went to bed. Top day!

So, what a year. Just been out to get some wrapping paper and two wee girls ran up for an autograph. So sweet. I find myself in this ridiculously different sitiuation, and you know, it’s fantastic. There hasn’t been a day that i’ve felt unsure of why i’m doing this, or wary, or unpleasantly overwhelmed. It’s been a great ride. Hard work, but never without the same old creative drive.

Alot of the joy of it has been due to those bionic band boys – my gorgeous brothers who make life so much richer. I like to think you’re getting to know them a little better by now…the live DVD we’re about to make on the Isle of Skye will certainly see to that…

One thing i have to divulge which topped off the year in style was at the aftershow party of a recent tv show, i witnessed Ricky Wilson from the Kaiser Cheifs on his knees in my dressing room, helping my mum on with her boots. Proper class my ma. She knows her onions when it comes to indie-boy shoe horns. What a lovley chap.

Right. Talking of onions, I have to go peel. Christmas is utterly futile without lashings of various sauces over absolutely everything. Fact. Bread sauce is surely the king of them all. Bread sauce sandwiches. Brilliant.

If you’re cracker jokes are too unbearable, here’s one for you…
Donald Rumsfeld says to George Bush,
“Sir, I’m sorry to have to report that we’ve lost 3 Brazilian soldiers in Iraq.”
“That’s sad news Don,” says Bush. “How many IS a Brazilian exactly?”

Ho ho ho. Big love, thanks so much to all you rocking fans for making this year so very very class.
KT xx

Posted by KT on the 24th December, 2005
11th December, 2005

Sunday, gigwasgood the 11th

And anOTHer fact that you need to know, is that DADDY seahorses get pregnant. Well, they carry the babies and get big tummies – there’s possibly a few descrepencies in that information, but they looked sooo lovely dippin’ and a divin’ with their manly maternity outfits on in the Seattle Aquarium…we tried to go whale-watching but Mr.‘Island Adventure’ was having a ‘Sunday In Bed’ unfortunately.

Good gig. Bit bloody trendy for my liking though. Lots of 3-way hairstyles; you know, a spike, a mullet AND a just woken up vibe, all on one head… Most wary of such things me. As i started playing, someone shouted, “ART SCHOOL!”. What did that mean? Should i have shouted, “MECHANICAL ENGINEERING!” back?

I need to go to sleep lest i crumble. I hope i dream of tigers.
KT x

Posted by KT on the 11th December, 2005
10th December, 2005

Saturday, December 10th, Torontontonto

Well, the magical mysterious adventures of Tunstall continue…
I’ve been excited to tell you about getting up on stage at the Hotel Cafe in LA and being able to say, “i’ve been waiting a while to be able to say this, but….Good Evening Hollywood”. Bonzer. Ended myself with the ridiculousness of it. I didn’t think I’d like LA to be honest, but i bloody loved it. Walked down to Ocean Drive in Santa Monica after a spot of travel-bag shopping (my old one was about to sordidly display it’s contents on some very public baggage conveyer-belt) and watched the sun set over the Sea while dolphins gallavanted in the shallows. I’ve never seen wild dolphins before, and it was a beautiful thing.

San Fransisco rocked, not least because it was my first port of call & i was very excited about having a decent margerita, but it’s got such a character of it’s own. My experience of American cities all somehow relate to each other, and San Fran felt like it operated outside of the box a bit.

A friend was telling me that Stanley ‘Tukie’ Williams was in St Quentin prison just up the road from where we sat looking at Alcatraz & the Golden Gate Bridge. He’s been incarcerated for 20 odd years for 4 murders (he claims he didn’t commit them; he also admitted he HAD killed people, just not those people…), and was one of the founders of the Crips, a notoriously vicious gang, but has been doing years of successful work to stop kids getting involved with gang culture. But they want to electrocute him anyway, this coming Tuesday i think. So Snoop Dogg & various other people of status were petitioning to reverse his death sentence.

It hit home that people are killed in the US as part of the justice system. I find it so difficult to get to grips with it. Retribution, Heaven & Hell, Forgiveness, Rehabillitation, how on earth does that all match up? Surely it doesn’t? I think it’s madness.

I have to run to do my soundcheck – playing Lee’s Palace tonight. Me and wee bastard have been leaving a trail of grins behind us. There’s been standing ovations, crazy listener reactions at radio stations, people throwing KT parties with KT-inis flowing, but it’s a little baby step…there is much to do before i’ll earn myself a bus…

I have to go or i’ll get shouted at. My timekeeping is utterly woeful.
Ooh quickly! Brilliant random fact. Hornets often send ‘scouts’ out to check out beehives which they would like to malevolently massacre. Bees have realised this, so when the scout bastard hornet comes in the hive, the bees have worked out that Hornets have a lower body temperature, so form a cluster of bees around the hornet, and buzz madly to raise the temperature, thus killing the Hornet. Ace!
(Random fact courtesy of Priv Hedge, Sound Man Extraordinaire. There’ll be more of them.)

Laters Gaters x

Posted by KT on the 10th December, 2005

KT Tunstall Diary

24th December, 2005

DING DONG DUDES!!! December 24th, yip yip.

11th December, 2005

Sunday, gigwasgood the 11th

10th December, 2005

Saturday, December 10th, Torontontonto

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