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WELCOME to RAIDERS of the lost ARCHIVE 2007

26 Nov 2007

What a year it's been..

Incredibile, dramatic, emotional, testing, chart-topping, record-breaking, tiring, but ultimately one of the most fulfilling of all. And that was just the hangover on New Year's Day.. I started the year at the beginning of the end of the DVD project 'Love Is Music'. That was all started about a year before by Mike Last approaching me and saying, "Do you mind if I film a few gigs - it'll be a right old laugh mate.." Little did I know how difficult it would be seeing myself on screen without wanting to chuck something at it (possibly a natural progression from chucking popcorn at punters/ushers and the screen at a showing of 'The Man With The Golden Gun' in 1973). However I had absolutely no idea of how much work and talent Mike would put into the finished DVD (Of course neither did he, but then it was all his idea!). We had a posh screening in a Soho studio which was fab and lots of reviewer (one) turned up. Eventually some great reviews did get published and the sales rocketed into double figures in no time at all. Anyway I think it stands up as a great piece of work in it's own right as well as being a good representation of what I do on a stage.

It was just after filming 'She Rules My World' in the garden (in February with a hot water bottle up my jumper) that Mike Peters of Alarm fame rang up on my mum's birthday (not that he knew) to ask if I'd be interested in being involved with ethe Love Hope Strength Foundation - recently set up for the worldwide fight against cancer. As we spoke I looked out into the garden at the spot where my mum is buried as she had died of cancer a few years before. I don't know what fate is, but some coincidences don't half blow your mind. It was a portent of things to come in my incredible year..

New songs had been gestating for a while and I needed to give birth. After the wider view of 'Treasure Island' I wanted to focus inwards again and pay tribute to my wonderful (and long-suffering) family. I wanted to say it all again. It's easier to be cynical and slag everything off and it's more difficult to be positive and say "I love you" in a song without sounding twee or too fluffy. Everyone knows George Bush is a chimp, but there is magic in this world too. So I wanted to mirror this more introspective feel in the music and decided to ban the electric guitar from the album so that it represented the heart of what I do. I think it was a good decision.

As for the Foundation I realised my role was to act the goat and play a few tunes (not a test), but I wanted to actually raise some cash so I decided to release a single with the proceeds going to LHSF..and it went to No.1 on iTunes! I really did a bit of an extra push promo wise and told everyone I knew to download it and at the same time realised one of my daft childhood dreams - a number one single! It was at the top of the chart for well over 4 minutes..(Sons-Of-Folk-Singers-Chart-Whose-Surname-Begins-With-'H')

The 'Plan 9 From Harperspace' tour was brilliant fun. There were some magical nights and I remember really getting my teeth into the live version of 'Real Life' expressing myself on the guitar and pushing the vocal almost into Prudence Black territory - the soprano who sings so beautifully on the CD. The whole tour was bowling along on the confidence in the DVD, the happiness with the new CD and the single and the crazy notion that in a few months I'd be playing two thirds of the way up Mount Everest! Training for that was a little slow in starting however.

The day after a series of in store appearances was madness of a different daughter's birthday party. Out of the frying pan..We'd decided it would be great to record a song with all of her class singing and make a CD as their gift. It was Lily's last year at the school so it would be a great day for them to remember and they'd always have the CD to listen to. Lily chose 'We're All In This Together' from High School Musical. It was a great choice with very pertinent lyrics for the situation..all I had to do was record the backing track and then orchestrate 30 eleven year olds to sing and play instruments on top, mix it and burn 30 CDs- all in 3 hours. Kids stuff.. haha. Needless to say they didn't get the CDs til the Monday...

The next peak was Snowdon Rocks. This was a walk to the summit of Snowdon with Mike Peters and 200 others with a little gig on top. On the face of it a good day out and some decent training for Everest. Ah, but it was much more than that. This nuts year wouldn't allow anything so simple. The low cloud that day added some high drama, but when half way up we had a minute's silence for all of those who weren't with us, suddenly the emotion hit and the reason we were really there struck. For the first time a minute's silence wasn't at a football game for a national figure I was familiar with or a tragedy involving people I could feel for, but didn't know. It was mum. My step-dad - the man who made her happy - was there too and the emotional content of the day was gripping. Then when we got to the summit and Mike began to play the clouds parted and the sun lit up the valley below. I began to wonder how many moments like this Mr Peters could conjure up. As it turned out, plenty more..

..but first..the Highlands and Islands fling..or BraveHarp. The highlights of which were many - old friends on Arran, a great reaction at the Belladrum Festival, a little tousel of the Edinburgh Fringe, but tops was the Isle of Skye (again). With the Carbost Inn as our HQ we sallied forth to the Cuillins. These are Britain's most stunning range of peaks. Aha great bit of leg-building work to be done here I thought. Well we had a fair old trek, but eventually decided against attempting the summit of Scurr Alasdair. I decided that what with the weather closing in - half way up Alasdair was far enough. . (insert bottom joke here)

Then it was the festival in Rochefort, France. Is this the best festival I've ever done? It was the second year I've done this one and I can't wait for next year. It's nominally a music festival for the gourmande. Or is it an epicurean festival for the occasional song fancier? Either way I'm a bit of both so any way you want to play it, any day is good to make it.. food is music.. music is drink, music is drink.. It also happens to be run by a Czech/Brit with a great line in Clouseau impersonations and visionary ideas for gigs. This year the incomparable Karel had us all singing one song each on moving ferry bridge across the river Charente. Naturally we all had to sing a song with 'river' as the theme. Logically I chose 'London Calling' ("live by the river!") and despite the sound of Joe Strummer's spirit whispering 'Noooooooo!' in the briny breeze I changed the lyrics to 'Rochefort Calling' and a beautiful blasphemy was born. Then it was a couple of 5-course meals a bottle of Pineau and bed. That was pretty much how the whole weekend went. By the time they showed me the 8 foot pic of me on the town hall I couldn't be sure if the whole thing was one long hallucination or not. The next trip was slightly different..

On October 10th I found myself on a flight to Kathmandu. The experiences I had in Nepal will stay with me for the rest of my life. I trust that a few piss-ups and a bit of road rage and I'll be fine, but at the moment I really feel as if things have changed. As all the trekkers said hello and got welcomed and blessed in the Yak and Yeti Hotel before the long walk uphill there was the sense that this was going to be fun and a good experience. I'm not sure any of us thought we would have the unforgettable, intense physical and emotional ride that we did.

On the second day we recorded a song Mike had written at a Nepali recording studio. (the Nepali recording studio?) Immediately the six musicians got on really well. Looking back you could have seen how it would all pan out. Glenn was effervescence personified and laughed a lot while he played the bass; Jamie played some incredible guitar whilst floating like an angelic presence and quietly taking it all in; Cy was in it heart and soul and displayed his openly; Slim Jim was the epitome of New-York cool, but there for his friend Mike; and Mike himself, a bundle of bowling enthusiasm and optimism who is blind to negativity. Meanwhile the production crew worked twice as hard for a couple of doughnuts towards the end of play. Oli Powell our resident audio guy quickly learnt 'erase that', 'overdub' and 'have you got any barbeque sauce for my doughnut please?' in fluent Nepali. Damien and Stash our intrepid cameramen instantly proved their double-jointed minds and bodies by filming from the roof of the van that took us through the chaos of the streets of Kathmandu. They were being directed by the MTV guru Alex who swears he was as surprised as the rest of us when Janet Jackson got her knockers out at the super bowl. Meanwhile Tom, our podcast editor and all-round Manc had no idea of the work waiting for him uphill..

Then it was the flight to Lukla and the start of the trek. 10 days up, 4 days down. Er..that sounds a lot. One of our three 12 seater prop-job planes was diverted and landed in a field briefly before taking off again and finally landing at Lukla airpath. It really isn't a lot longer than your average garden path and although it has got a nice slope to help the aeroplane avoid the mountain at the end of the runway it's what you might call hairy. When we disembarked we were all so relieved to be alive the trek seemed like nothing and we were raring to go. On the trek to Monjo we were treated to a feast of majestic scenery. With each turn the views got more impressive: mile long waterfalls and what looked like mile-high bridges that we would be walking across and above all the peaks. But these were peaks of green with lush valleys below - now referred to as 'kids stuff'. We were all pretty tired, but elated after the first day and we settled down to a good meal of tasty rice, dahl and momo and retired early. A couple of days later we got our first views of Everest with a sort of glow around it. Legendary, mythical and the highest point on our earth - we were all captivated. That was also our first view of any of the snow-capped peaks aside from the flight and suddenly the enormity of the physical ask was uppermost. We walked 100 miles on the trek and from where we were then, it looked like it!

In some ways Namche Bazaar was the pivotal point of the trek. It's the last bit of civilisation really, being the largest Sherpa trading settlement. It's market day every day, the bars are alive and there's even an internet cafe! We came in to town with a swathe of cloud over the peaks, but when we woke it had gone to reveal some towering snow-capped peaks that dwarfed us and gave us more of the ever-increasing scale to ponder. It was such a privilege to feel so small and humble. The whirl of Western existence and the incredible need to move fast through life was evaporating under the silent stone that made much more sense. During the night I'd witnessed my first bit of sleep apnoea. Glenn my room-mate breathes quite heavily when he sleeps - actually you could probably keep track of his breathing from outside the room. (ever seen an airbus 380 take off?) The altitude induces sleep apnoea and it wrecks your sleep pattern.. when your roommate stops breathing for 10 ever Glenn sailed on oblivious. He had sung the song that morning to set the trek off on the right foot and had felt a shortness of breath as he sang, allied with the physical exertions of the hike, maybe that's why he slept through.

Slowly, underneath all the physical effort and wonderful sights the bond between us all began to strengthen. Each night one of the trekkers would read out their journal for the day. These were illuminating, entertaining and gave us an account of the day from a part of the group we might not have been with. Almost everyone on the trek had been affected by cancer and the journals turned out to be the most moving testimonies of ordinary humans as to why they were there. I remember one written by Aden who was one of the few who hadn't been affected by cancer at all, but by then he was so much part of the 'family' (as Stan first put it) that he was as affected by what we were doing as anyone else and it transferred a great feeling of belonging as he read. Eran delivered a powerful and personal account of a dream he had of his cancer returning, but gave it a positive spin by saying he did not want to be called a 'survivor' anymore, but that the trek was about letting go of cancer altogether. I think every journal produced tears and ovations.

Then I did what I had gone there in many ways to do: play 'Imaginary Friend' for mum. This is the song I started singing to myself the day she died. It's the only song I've ever written just by singing it and probably why the guitar follows the vocal melody in the middle. I'd found myself at home ridiculously shouting for her like a 10 year old when I knew she was gone and that's how the song started. The trek for me personally was all about mum. I wanted to pay tribute to this wonderful woman. The ripples from her good deeds in her life are still being felt and it was the fourth or fifth day in that I found myself playing it at the Everest View Lodge with Jamie playing some beautiful, sympathetic guitar alongside me, even though he'd never heard the song before. Gradually the other trekkers tuned in and the emotion hit everyone there and for me mum was among us. I hadn't felt as close to her since she had gone. The trek turned a corner for me at that moment and took on an even greater significance.

Onwards and upwards we went. Music was all over - Mike seemingly constantly playing, indominatable, unstoppable and undeniable; Jamie teaching the Sherpas to play guitar; the Sherpas teaching me a famous Nepali folk song; Slim Jim playing his tambourine; Cy pouring out his soul and Glenn playing my request: a beautiful Squeeze song called...'Letting Go'. We battled killer Yaks; we were blessed by a Lama and we played him a song; we looked out for each other; we felt very small and humble; we laughed a lot and we built our own little mobile temple and proved that humans are not just the planet's deadly virus, but that we can be an incredible force for good. Onwards and upwards..

A few days later we neared our goal of Kala Pattar and Everest Base Camp. The altitude sickness kicked in, for me - head-in-a-vice headaches, nosebleeds and nausea. We were all feeling it to some extent. Then another extraordinary moment as Mike gathered us all in song for the final push and Jake, a double summiteer (and one of the team that found George Mallory's body) delivered one of Mallory's speeches about why humans climb mountains. It basically said that there was no actual tangible benefit to climbing Everest, but that it is exactly what we are all about - pushing ourselves and challenging ourselves to experience life and really live it before our time is up. Of course our particular trek did have a tangible benefit, which added to Jake's speech, yet on its own the words were not only incredibly moving (possibly due to Mallory's tragic story and his presence with us on the mountain) but also Churchillian in motivation and we literally sprung up towards Kala Pattar..

The gig itself was fantastic. I wouldn't like to study the recorded audio in too much detail (It's not easy to solo holding hand warmer pads) but the elation of the acheivement I can still touch. We did it! There were about 80 or so people there. All of us, with a few people the street teams and PR machine had enticed along. One of whom was Juan from Uruguay who didn't know why, but had been planning to be on Kala Pattar on 21st October 2007 for some time in honour of his father who had died of cancer years before. That was the sort of weird synchronistic moment that seemed to happen hourly on this unforgettable journey.

After most of us had started the descent back to Gorak Shep, Jake took me up to the very summit of Kala Pattar where I tied off some prayer flags for people I have known or families I know with holes in through cancer and other loved ones. These flags are small, brightly coloured with a prayer written on them in Nepali. The idea is you put them up and the wind blows the prayer out into the ether. My idea of spirituality doesn't go beyond genetics, but hearing echoes of Mallory's words I thought about the touching beauty of the defiant song of life being sung in the face of death and lost it a bit as I spoke a word or two for mum. The flags also provide a vibrant contrast to the stark lunar landscape when you are 7 or 8 thousand feet above the tree line and I was glad I'd piggy-backed on the local culture.

The next day was the trek to Base Camp. Base Camp is a bit like an airport with the excitement of departure for teams waiting to attempt the summit. We played a few songs there and I nipped in a quick version of the Galaxy Song for a bit of even wider perspective (the highest performance ever of a Monty Python song!) The trek back was hard. I was weary, but I was glad I chose to go.

That night, like many of the trekkers before me, I eventually got the Gastro attack. I got violent double-ended expulsions throughout the night. Big up Glenn for being a great room-mate and a fairly competent nurse. The next day was the first day down - an 8 hour trek and I had absolutely no energy at all. For the first time in my life I was having hypnogogic fits whilst walking! Then I started hallucinating. I think Eran's journal had inspired me to put mum's voice into my head. She was saying things like, "Go on son you've done well, but it's time to let go. You leave me here and I'll be fine. Get on with your own life now." I was looking back over my shoulder in tears and with each step I was getting further from her. It didn't feel good, but I knew I had to go forwards. I suppose I really was letting go a little bit more. Wow that was powerful stuff. Eventually I fell. The magnificent Sherpas and Alan, a Leukaemia survivor and summiteer helped me back to reality and on my feet and down the mountain. Under the watchful eyes of them and Ade we neared Pherice, our destination. Out of the gloom came Jake, He knew we were late in and rescued us with a flask of lemon tea. Nectar! Now I know what it is to be tired. I've never been tired before, really. I have all sorts of new scales to measure things against. What a privilege.

The trek down only took 4 days. Down was the new up though, as all of a sudden we switched from calves to quads and knees. Eventually we landed in Lukla where an extremely weary, but ecstatic group of trekkers and Sherpas partied until very late (maybe 10pm?!!) and celebrated in fine style. The Sherpas got their bonuses and Sandeep did a bit of crowd surfing in the bar. Glenn was singing on the bar, actually I think we all did at some point. Ah yes now I remember, some of us ended up dancing in a 'club'. They had some decks and a floor, but it was full of whole families. I think I had a beer..

Back to Kathmandu and we visited the hospital in Bahktapur that we were there to help. Nepal is a poor country. That doesn't mean to say they don't have fantastic doctors who deliver great 'care with love'. However it does mean that they don't have the machines to deliver up to date scanning procedures and diagnosis. Well up til now anyway. With the money LHS has raised ($300.000 and counting - which goes a long way in Nepal) this hospital will become the state of the art cancer hospital in the region. There are people in Nepal with money. But if they get ill they pay hospitals in Delhi to treat them, because the hospitals in Nepal are poorly equipped. Now thanks to the foundation that won't be the case anymore and the hospital will become self-sustainable. They will also be able to fulfil their commitment to deliver proper long-term care to the poor of Nepal with the new resources at their disposal.

The next major event was the gig in Kathmandu. We played the first gig in Durber Square by westerners to 20,000 people! I sang 'Imaginary Friend' again after an impromptu and unexpected (even by me) a capella version of 'Amazing Grace'. After 'Imaginary Friend' I sang the Nepali folk song 'Resham fi ri ri' that had become an anthem in my mind. It was such an incredible moment - indescribable feelings welled up in me. Mostly sheer joy. The crowd sang back. I have been lucky enough to have quite a few unforgettable moments on a stage, and this has to be right up there. The acheivement, the fulfillment and standing there in honour of mum with my new best mates on stage and my other new best mates all around the stage with the doctors from the hospital looking won't ever get better than that..will it?!

Back in the UK and I find myself being tutted by a busy middle aged woman in Heathrow Airport for having my trolley in her path and I think of the leper I met a few hours earlier with stumps for hands. The contrasts like that are endless and I'm a bit lost and readjustment is going to be slow..

Great idea - straight into a small tour! In fact it worked out really well. I ended up stoking the fires of everything I'd seen and done by talking about the trek and the Foundation every night and playing the occasional song. Every night was fantastic for me. Moving and funny as I relived it all with some decent versions of the songs thrown in. Everyone who came seemed to tune right in to what I was saying and I felt a real connection with everyone again. It's good to know there are people out there in BritainLand who aren't much like the woman at Heathrow at all. I had a collection each night and you generous people donated £1230, including one sound engineer who donated his fee! Thankyou folks I love ya!

As you might expect I'm brimming with new songs and ideas (think 'yak dung' and mountains) and I don't think it will be too long before another CD is done. Thanks for coming along for the ride. If this missive just isn't enough there is some fantastic coverage of the trek, with podcasts, journals and photos from each day at Everest Rocks. If you would like to donate to the cause online you can do so here. Thankyou.

I am, currently, Nick H


27 June 2007

Miracles 5/5 review

Here's a review from Twisted Ear for 'Miracles'. This is just a sample of the great response the album is getting. They also have a forum and if you disagree with the reviewer make yourself known and maybe suggest where the review wasn't glowing enough.

Nick Harper - Miracles for Beginners

Written by Tommy Jackson

I believe in Miracles...ahem
This album is simply superb. There really isn't any better way to put it. Nick Harper has the enviable combination of skills that enables him not just to write a killer tune, but also, to be able to get it down on record in a way that most artists simply cannot match, and on Miracles for Beginners it all comes together in spectacular fashion.
Opening strongly with the title track, Harper immediately allays any fears that he has finally made a bad album. With a definite Spanish feel to the guitar work, this is a fantastically written allegory to the everyday miracle that is falling in love. With beautiful subtlety, and with his trademark humour, Harper draws the listener in, and by the end of this first track, he has pretty much won the battle.
Blue Sky Thinking is not dissimilar to Pink Floyd's Wish You Were Here in many ways, with Harper's lilting voice and flawless finger-picked guitar making short work of a beautifully crafted song of desire and unrequited love. One of the most accessible tracks on the album, and one of the best.
Proving that he can turn his songwriting hand to just about anything, Harper's narrative of the 1520 meeting between the English and French monarchs in The Field of the Cloth of Gold is simply exemplary. Well written, modern folk songs are few and far between, but in Nick Harper it is a skill which is alive and well. It is a breathtaking departure from the norm, and if there is as ambitious an idea executed so well this year by anyone working in popular music, I can't wait to hear it.
Few allegories to racism will reference both an albino rook and an animated film featuring a young elephant, but it is a challenge which Nick Harper seems to relish. The song in question is Magic Feather, and its whimsical approach is in stark contrast to its subject matter.
Harper's soulful vocal talents really come to the fore in the emotionally charged 2 Secs. It is a thought-provoking, despair-charged song which is not so much depressing, as resigned to the fact that this is about as good as life gets. This is both the musical highlight, and emotional low, of this album.
The power of the music can easily mask the sharpness of Harper's wit, but this should not be overlooked, as it adds a depth and an edge to the overall experience which elevates him above other similar artists. Simple is a superb paean to mediocrity, ironically celebrating the pre-packaged, easy cook, disposable attitudes prevalent in modern society
To sum up, this is an album which, for fans of great songwriters and great guitarists, is an essential acquisition. New listeners will be hooked, and old fans will be satisfied with Harper's latest output. Simply outstanding.

20 June 2007

Miracles in the top 20

The new CD has charted in the top 20 of the weekly chart announced by BBC Radio 6. Click here to keep tabs on this phenomenally successful album that just doesn't know where to stop. (42mins.- ed.)

7 June 2007

'Evo' no.4 in Mojo playlist!

This month's issue of Mojo magazine has published a tribute to Nick's tribute to Evo Morales. Surely the start of massive media hype surrounding the new CD? No mention of Nick in the readers chart yet though..

28 May 2007

Single on iTunes!

The new single 'Blue Sky Thinking' is now available for download from iTunes. It's my first single and probably my last! All proceeds from sales will be donated to the LoveHopeStrength Foundation. At last I'm doing something tangibly useful instead of acting the goat and playing the guitar just for fun..

..My inspirational, beautiful, gifted mother died a few years ago of cancer. Her life touched many others in a very positive way, but was cut way, way too short by this far-reaching disease. Today British scientists announced they have found almost all the genes responsible for breast cancer and are well on the way to finding the ones responsible for other forms. This will enable us to target people most at risk with simple screening procedures in the near future. In the early 70s the 5 year survival rate after diagnosis with cancer in the UK was 21%. Today it is 46%. There is hope and things are getting better, but funding for this kind of research needs to be ramped up and not scaled down.

"Blue Sky Thinking' is about making your dream happen, so to me it fits in with the aims of the foundation - set up by Mike Peters and James Chippendale who have both successfully fought off cancer.



PS If you haven't got iTunes you can download a free PC or Mac version here.

9 May 2007

New CD on Amazon!

The new CD 'Miracles For Beginners' can be pre-ordered here! The CD will not officially be available until June 4th and will not be initially available on this website. Amazon may be the quickest way of getting the CD by post. Of course it will also be available in all good retailers across the land..

8 May 2007

DVD in the shops

Don't trust the web? Dog maimed the postman? Fear not the DVD is now available from all good music retailers across the land. If by some small chance your local shop has sold out of its allocation then simply memorise the secret catalogue number (SR0007DVD) and quote it to your friendly shop assistant and your copy of the brilliant new DVD will appear as if by magic in a day or so for your collection.

27 Apr 2007

Live DVD for sale!

The wait is over and the DVD is on sale. See Nick run through some of his best known songs in glorious 5.1 sound and also give an airing to a new song from the forthcoming CD 'Miracles For Beginners'. Film-maker Mike Last has captured the essence of the Harper experience live whilst adding the thoughts of musicians, friends and even the legendary celebrity DJ Mike Read to tell the story of how a singer-songwriter can survive to make music in the modern world without the shackles of the music business or the pretentions of 'success'. Track listing here.

6 Apr 2007

Nick on top of the world

Nick has been confirmed for a gig at base camp of Mt. Everest in October this year. He will be part of a 45 strong team recruited to launch the lovehopestrength foundation, a private foundation set up for the global fight against cancer. The foundation is running a number of unusual concerts this year culminating in the historic acoustic show on the roof of the world. Nick is extremely excited to be part of this very worthwhile cause which is close to his heart as well as being on the trip of a lifetime.

19 MAR 2007

Nick uses giant's kilt for vocal booth

As you can see from the picture Nick is still recording for the new CD. This photo was snapped ninja like by our intrepid reporter Lily Harper who has since had her pocket money stopped. Nick is singing here beneath a large scotsman who does provide excellent cover for recording in winter as well as supreme acoustic rejection benefits. To Nick's left is an old duvet (French undergarment) suspended on a couple of Spud's cymbal stands for self same purpoises. Song title order juggling chart can be seen blu-tacked to the hamster cage door on the right and clearly visible at the top is 'Miracles for Beginners'. So surely the rumours must be true that this is the title of the new CD? "Might be..", says Nick. Charmed I'm sure..That's all from Wierdshire just now - more soon...


4 MAR 2007

Tornado hits the parish..

Hello Folks! It's me Harpicles the brave. I haven't been in touch for a while - treat 'em mean and keep 'em keen I say. Apart from being mean I've also been writing and recording the new CD; working on the DVD; booking the spring/summer dates; doing the artwork for the posters etc.; sleeping occasionally; running past mirrors very quickly; sawing up the hawthorn tree that fell during the high winds (we really did have a tornado hit the parish - wish I'd sampled the violent and then eerie soundtrack that accompanied it. It ripped the roof off Farmer Giles' barn don't you know. Strange weather we've been having eh?). In amongst all this I've also been attending to much more important work, like building railway tracks for the domestic terrorist we have living at our house and taking said offspring through their first in-depth study of Peter Sellers and the art of the pratfall; feeding the host of goldfinches some niger seed; sorting out the leak in the roof and having the occasional drink..

I'm writing this in the lull before another small storm - the recording of the director's commentary for the DVD at crafty productions' studio. Yes folks we are going to watch the whole thing for the first time today - exciting stuff! Mike has done a fantastic job with it - it's more of a film than just a collection of live songs and stands up really well as piece of work on it's own as well as an accompaniment to what's gone before. I hope that you regular Harpernauts will find some entertaining stuff in there as well as enjoy some live performances that must be OK cause even I can bear em..wierd when you see yourself on telly innit?..We've got a release date of Monday April 30th which barring disaster looks like we might be able to hit - incredible! Like clockwork really. It's called 'Love Is Music' and will be available in the shops and I shall take a few on the road with me in May. I had no idea how much time and work goes into making good video, but I reckon you will feel the wait will have been worth it..

Tomorrow it's back into the studio and on with the new album..more soon..

Fondest regards..Harpic

2 MAR 2007

Festivals Announced

Festival dates are starting to be announced for Nick this summer. These include the lovely Larmer Tree Festival in the deep South and Devizes Festival - the ultimate stopover on the way to Glastonbury for Northern and/or Eastern types? More festival dates coming soon! Details here..



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