Without wishing to go on too much more about my tragic Luke Haines obsession, I made a very grown-up decision last week. In a move rather boldly described as an "art event" he released just 50 copies of his new album, each a unique one-off live home recording. Apparently he answers the door to the postman in the middle of one of them.
I was obviously gibbering with anticipation, but then I saw the £75 price tag. That's a lot when you might end up with the one he rushed through to catch the start of Sherlock. So I bowed out. I'm not a lunatic.
They've all sold out now, so he's got the loot. If you own one of the copies please consider the ultimate act of charity and bung me a copy. You can have a unique recording of me crooning any song of your choice in return.
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