Jesus, it's that time of year already?..

Wednesday, December 09, 2009

Jesus, it’s that time of year already?..

...You see what I did there?
Yup, that’s right kids, Christmas (or, “the holidays” as our American chums would have it) is just around the corner and geese all over the land are getting fat. Mistletoe is being hung from pub and office doorways alike, fake snow being sprayed into the corners of unsuspecting windows and all fast-food chains suddenly have a “festive” menu (the same shit with the word “festive” slapped in front of it). That last bit sounded cynical. It wasn’t meant to be. Yes, yes, it can all get very advertisey and consumerist bombardment overloady, but those little blue sparkly lights everywhere and the smell of eggnog latte hanging thick in the air fills me with shoulder shrugging warmth and what can only be described as “that Christmassy feeling”.

I’m not sure I know anyone who hasn’t vocalised their disbelief at how quickly this Christmas has come around. It really doesn’t seem a full twelve months ago that we were finishing up touring for the year, excitedly downloading goose recipes and planning decorations that would out-do the previous years efforts.
It’s been a year of change. Aren’t they always?
Lots of moving on in personal lives and in the collective life of the band. Some changes easier settled into than others but all, certainly, positive and most really rather exciting.
All of a sudden we have a new album on our hands (or should that be ears?) and from the preliminary monitor mixes so far, none of us are able to contain our excitement or pride much past a slightly muffled scream. We really can’t wait for y’all to hear it. You’re going to love it almost as much as we do, I assure you.
There’s plenty of mixing and mastering still to be done, of course so that horrid old virtue, patience, is going to be at a premium for a little while yet.
It’s on it’s way though. Awesome things come to those who wait.

So this is all of us aboard Good Ship Stone Gods wishing you all the merriest of Christmases, the happiest of holidays and the silentest of nights. You’ll be glad of the last one. Next year is going to be fucking LOUD.

Peace, love, baubles;
SG