Save Me, Manifesto and Football

And there was me thinking I’d have a nice, stress-free Euro 2008, supporting Germany because Germany were better than England at the last World Cup, and on account of both my other half (happy birthday Josie) and my drummer being, to different extents, German. Despite the slight amusement that apparently ‘Schweinsteiger’ translates roughly as ‘pig mounter’, the Croatia match left me with very very short fingernails.

Yesterday we played a new song ‘Save Me’ which I CANNOT WAIT to get onto a stage – it’s like a 3-minute sugar rush, like watching a television set that’s somehow taken speed, so all the colours are flying by at 1000 miles per hour. Somewhere between Born Slippy and Flux, I think it’s nestled into top place among my favourites of the new GoodBooks songs. Also on the ‘new arrivals’ list is ‘Manifesto’, for which we will need an orchestra. Slow, almost menacing (!) and gorgeously negative, it’s pretty much the opposite of ‘Save Me’, but again, I can’t wait to get that chorus onto a stage at some point.

In other news we’re all a bit gutted because we were supposed to have a gig last night which got pulled at the last minute due to leaves on the line. But we were well excited about playing for the first time in ages, so it’s a real shame we didn’t. The bright side of that is that we won’t be spending today in a van returning from Bristol, so we’re having a barbecue and football – four goodbooks, three girlfriends, a manager, a guy from Columbia, and a guy from the pub. Max is excited.

Keep the faith, we will be back with you soon.

xx
Max