The Roquefort Files

Davis, Doug and I, the UK chapter of Coba Fynn, were over in Glasgow the other weekend to put the finishing touches to the album. This was to be a mastering session, where the final tracks are transferred as a unit to a master CD with some concomitant equalization and compression to give the record [...]

The day after the gig we congregated around Charlie’s kitchen table to pig out on pig-derived breakfast products, drink coffee and generally behave like respectable, if hungover, adults. Charlie & Penny’s daughter Annabel is reaching that ‘recognition’ phase where she’ll lock baby-blue eyes with you, look deep into your soul and smile or cry as [...]

Coba Fynn took to the stage of Ivory Black’s at 11 pm last Friday, the penultimate band of no less than eight, and the first not to attempt a Biffy Clyro impersonation. We were older than perhaps 95% of the audience, and, being of an age to legally buy alcohol and having had five hours [...]

I am now a landlord, and also, having moved into our new flat in Edinburgh (RFHQ VI?), a tenant again. I think—I hope!—that these cancel out, and that this makes me a normal person rather than a society-destroying property developer. Rather than move in one go, we’ve sort of dribbled in fits and starts over [...]

Despite a few weeks of rapid-fire social engagements providing plenty of grist for the mill, I seem to be suffering from writer’s block. I could tell you at length how to scribe skirting board or build a bath panel from scratch, but throwing down a few hundred words to describe anything other than DIY is [...]

Sorry we haven’t spoken in a while. Honestly, it’s not you, it’s me. We’ve just never bonded, and lately I feel like we’ve been growing apart. But mainly, it’s because Ash just got a contract in Edinburgh and I never found the right job in the west. So, the great Glasgow experiment is coming to [...]

Last weekend the band played at Waxy’s wedding up in Callander. We were well oiled (not literally) from sundry other gigs[*, **] and rehearsals, but had only a single practice to ensure that we didn’t get a frosty reception at the reception. Unfortunately, that crucial, last-chance-to-buy rehearsal limped home inconclusively under the weight of fatigue [...]

We’ve been in the flat in Glasgow for about ten months now, and Ash’s tolerance of some of its interior “decoration” has finally cracked. Some grouting around the shower—that’s the shower in the bathroom with sky blue walls, dark blue ceiling and pale blue wood-grain laminate flooring from some alien tree—had of late started to [...]

Coba Fynn have really been putting the hammer down of late. We supported The Blims and El Condor Pasa the other week at Barfly at fairly short notice. Doug and I attempted to dash with haste from Edinburgh to Glasgow and were thwarted at square one by the ongoing tram works. I received a helpful [...]

It has been, to be honest, a pretty mundane couple of weeks. I’ve been been inexorably pulled back to work in the office (rather than at home) by a day more each month, and now I’m back up to four days in, one day out. Coupled with this, I’m not convinced I can ride my [...]