Twin Peeks - Isobel Anderson Album Launch

I got this pal, Isobel Anderson, by day she plays around with various bits of strange and probably evil music manipulation equipment at SARC and by night she writes achey breaky beautiful songs rounded out by her superb soulful voice.

The wee lassie has her first album out this week and I was given the honour of doing doing her album cover which can be seen below:



And I've also done her a special surprise which'll be available alongside the CD on the night of said album launch (event details are here) as it's also her birthday around then too and thought this might be double nice.

So here you are Iz if you're reading this, a nice poster to mark the occasion, Happy Birthday in advance and congratulations! You may also notice some slight Twin Peaks type imagery in there, which is intentional as that night in the Black Box also hosts a Twin Peaks Vaudeville type thing which promises to be really great Diane.


I'll see the rest of you down the Black Box on Thursday night then, I'll be the one with posters stuffed down his pants.

Nay and Yay

An illustration I put together a few months ago has cropped up again, wuh oh! This time on music journalist Nay McArdles blog, check it out for a top read on the ups and downs of social networking, then click sommore of her links to read more music related goodness. Goodness!

Doodle

What a Mother

Gonna be brief tonight, I feel the effects of hayfever returning (went away for 2 months and is now back with a vengance, what a mother) and I keep screwing up my face in a sneezey way which is simulataneously very unattractive and very annoying, so I'm off to chill.

Speaking of chilling check out this header that I put together for the blog 'Tell That Cat to Chill' - an ace new music blog, check it out:

and here's a thing i just did tonight, a bit of a mess around from a doodle I was working on today:


And with that I'm away, sneezing into the night! Ho!

Lambrini Girls vs Barcardi Bruiser

I was sitting out on my balcony last night which overlooks Botanic Avenue, the sunset strip of Belfast, when out of the corner of my one good eye I spied a convoy of lambrini girls honking up the road, skirts hitched up to the tops of their robust thighs in order to increase their offroad mobility (my street is full of hazards like breeze blocks, car husks and laid out methheads y'see).

Suddenly a bunch of lads clad in one giant short sleeved Ben Sherman shirt appeared at their rear and insisted that they should, completely understandably, be treated to the sight of all the lambrini girls' arses.

Only one of them obliged though, shoving her bottom into the very flattering light of the orange streetlamp and emittied a high pitched yelp whilst the Shermans got their camera phones out. Then she pointed to her knickers, the saddle of which was emblazoned with the Barcardi logo.

"I'm a Barcardi girl y'know!" she yelled at no one in particular, bent double on the pavement, her manicured nail pointed up at the gusset of her pants. The Lambrini girls mowed on down the street without her, not impressed with her sudden betrayal. The following picture is dedicated to her. It's called Botanic Nights.