The Roquefort Files

So we played two gigs at the weekend: on Friday we opened at Fury Murry’s and on Sunday at the Universal. Friday was the 7th anniversary of the ‘Fynn’s first ever gig, and although we weren’t playing in the same place as we had done back in 2000, Coba Fynn had a long and illustrious [...]

Coba Fynn played the Liquid Ship on Thursday. We soundchecked and retired upstairs for an hour or so, then filtered back downstairs with Charlie’s massive entourage of medic mates as the hour drew near. Martin and I were hanging around near the door, waiting for the rest of the band to arrive, when I inadvertently [...]

Ash and I took advantage of the balmy weather on Saturday, promenading serenely through Inverleith Park and over to the Botanics, petting friendly dogs along the way. I remember walking through the “desert” glasshouse in the botanics a few years ago, standing on a yellow(ish) brick road with the Sahara behind me and Death Valley [...]

out of the blue, the ‘Fynn find themselves practically touring. We’re back in the Liquid Ship on the 5th of April, then the Universal on the 15th. And then, with a cosmic inevitability, a prophecy is fulfilled: Coba Fynn play Fury Murry’s on the 20th of July. In diligent preparation for these feats of musicianship, [...]

Coba Fynn, I think it can safely be said, are back in business. By all accounts, Friday’s gig was a roaring success. We set up and soundchecked without too much fuss (despite being subjected by the sound guy to a long explanation of how, not to put too fine a point on it, he gets [...]

Tuesday’s gig went really well! We independently got to Glasgow and set up our gear in the Liquid Ship, then retired to Gambrino’s Pizzeria for some food. After all, man cannot rock on lunch alone. We threw the grub down our throats with nervous energy, talked ourselves up over a calming beer and headed back [...]

with a penchant for buggery motor sports, was up visiting over the weekend and so Dave had industriously coordinated a corresponding return to the go-karting track. It was raining on and off, so we struggled to put on rubberised romper suits over our fireproof overalls (we were covered come hell or high water) and waddled [...]

turns out working five days a week is pretty much not as much fun as exploring the deep south and attempting to extract some half-baked cultural conclusions from DIY disaster tourism. But lo, we are back and making the best of it. Ash and I drove to Glasgow at the weekend: me for a Coba [...]

On Sunday morning, impelled by some vague desire to both recapture lost youth and grow up a bit into the bargain, I made an executive decision to make some French toast. I bought some bacon, eggs, a none-less-healthy Mother’s Pride plain loaf and an Observer. The basic idea of a civilised, cooked breakfast avec lefty [...]

at last nears the end of its slumber, and in the antediluvian recesses of its mind, a multi-faceted thought is given sonorous voice. That voice declares to all those irresponsible enough to listen: “Light her up / cheeseburgers / whisk(e)y!” in the sort of accent that Tom Baker might possess if the Tardis has stopped [...]