KT Tunstall Diary

15th February, 2009

Sunday, February 15th, A Londoner

Beep beep!
After all this time, you may not remember who I am, so if the old noggin is struggling to place the name, here’s a wee reminder. I’m the scottish bird that lived on a bus and probably made a racket for an hour and a half not far from your house at some point over the last four years, then proceeded to take all me weekends at once and bugger orff travelling like some work-shy lady of leisure with a flagrant disregard for the hoardes of wunderkinds flooding the pop charts with their newfangled beatz and downloadable ringtunes.

It’s been a mind-blowing few months. Played a gig with 7 amazing north Indian musicians by firelight in the Rajasthani desert, got snotted on by marine iguanas and inappropriately approached by a sea-lion in the Galapagos, cried at the beauty of New Zealand (“Quick! Look! There’s Mount Doom!”), walked for days and miles in the high glory of the Andes and upon reaching the magical view of of the ancient Incan city of Machu Picchu, was recognised by a nice man from Hull.

However, and apologies to all yuletide barbeque lovers at this point, in my curmudgeonly opinion christmas day in a warm climate is RUBBISH. It turns out that the months of discomfort, darkness and seasonal depression prior to christmas lunch actually make it much more enjoyable. I mean, there was a man painting his water tank!! It just wouldn’t happen in Blighty. I nearly shouted at him to go and sit down.

Settling back into western society verrry nicely and loving being back in London. The cultural shift has been aided by Russell Brand at Hammersmith Apollo which was most amusing. My mum said on the pone before I went in ‘ooooh, he’s VERY rude isn’t he?’, and upon leaving the gig I could reassure her that yup, Russell Brand is definitely spectacular in his rudeness.

Been writing a lot and just put down 3 tracks of recorder on a new tune which quite frankly sounds cracking. I may have to recruit an entire primary 2 class to come round to get the full effect. I’ve always been a fan of the humble recorder I have to say. “Tunstall Plays Classic Rock Favourites with her Under 8’s Recorder Orchestra”. You know it’s right.

Now for some exciting breaking news on the filamentous outgrowth front: a very nice man called John has fairly drastically altered my barnet which I am seriously digging, and look forward to taking with me to go and watch all the fun of the Brits on Wednesday. If Seasick Steve doesn’t win his category I might have to hurl some scathing abuse in the direction of the podium, whilst guests at nearby tables whisper “who’s the gobshite with the weird hair?”

Hope all’s well despite the massive economic crisis – if it gets too depressing, just close your eyes and repeat ‘Obama is actually the real President’.

Love Tunstall x

Posted by KT on the 15th February, 2009

KT Tunstall Diary

15th February, 2009

Sunday, February 15th, A Londoner

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