Bim’s first ever gig. ARGH.

Come along and catch some cobwebs bimmies xx

Hi Bimlets : )

I was sent a couple of awesome little thingies today that I thought you lot would like.

UNO.

Dear Karin Andersson (of Fever Ray/The Knife), you’re weird.

This is Karin accepting an award in Sweden. I just want to warn you, this is really, really bizarre.

Big ups to the Swedes in the front row having a giggle at it.

DOS.

Aw! I just love dem little birdies! Rock out.

It’s a sound-scape installation by artist Céleste Boursier-Mougenot at the Barbican from Feb 27th until May 23rd. Oh, random and engaging nuggets of creativity, how I adore you.

Hello, little dude!

TRES.

Man. I can’t even TELL you how much I need these leggings to be hugging my thighs right now. They’ve been on the radar for a while now. I want my legs in them BAD.

“Dear Alexander McQueen. Please can I have your delicious leggings as a gift? I will maybe write you a song or at least dedicate a song in the set to the glory that is, said delicious leggings. Yours with lust, Rebecca”

FOUR. Oh, hang on. I was doing a Spanish thing, wasn’t I? QUATRO.

I FINALLY bought myself a mic today. Woot. It’s all shiny and nice. And means when I turn up to stinky little venues, I don’t have to use their funny old mic that smells like todge. (For the record, I love stinky little venues – they rock socks. I just hate mics that smell like an ass.)

Love you Bimlets, we love chatting on Facebook, so come over and say Hi : )

xxxxx

I often think about things while brushing my teeth. It’s a good place to think. And you can’t really get sidetracked or do anything else apart from hover over the sink.

So. Last night I was thinking. How I tend to think is like a conversation. One side from Rebecca’s omniscient brain-narrator, and the other from Rebecca’s brain.

Narrator: So if someone held a gun to your head and made you say what genre Bim are, or else you get it, what would you say…
Brain: Err.. err. (panic) Um. ‘Alternative electro-acoustic pop’?
Narrator: Jesus, are you serious? That’s terrible.
Brain: Damn. You’re right. Um. How about just ‘pop’ then?
Narrator: You’re dead. Sorry.
Brain: Balls. Ok. I’ll have a think for next time.

It’s always hard to define yourself. So I guess I’m putting it out there – what do you think we are?

i think the Asteroids have got it right. “Danish Space Rock.”

Can’t really beat that.

The best I could come up with was London Love Pop. And that sounds like a brothel.

I love these book covers, by indie publishing blokies, Sing Statistics. They’re a collab of illustrators and designers and I can’t get enough of this awesomely Brechtian (sorry – drama child) way of spoiling everything and setting up expectations by giving you the facts right there on a very nicely designed and quite beautiful plate.

I’ve been thinking about what the Bim cover might say…

1 boy
1 girl
17 instruments
1m cups of tea
8 pannels of acoustic treatment
6 pirates
An encounter with some Greeks

…What do you think Bimlets?

Hey, it’s stopped snowing let’s all go out and play dancing on ice* : )

xx

*Shoreditch High Street is inadvertently the UKs largest public ice rink right now.

I just found out about Scanners, on an epic MySpace trawl while recovering from migraine of the year.

Migraine has significantly retreated since watching this vid by the band.

Girls with basses are literally the coolest people to walk the planet. Reminds me of why, at 14, I decided to grow my hair out from the tiny blonde bob I used to have after having a dream about D’arcy Wretsky leaving Smashing Pumpkins and being asked to stand in for her. Ah, dreams.

Sarah from Scanners happens to be one of those said cool bass girls. And even better: her song’s sexy and wonderful.

I reckon you’ll listen to this one more than once.

Tomorrow we’re having an epic band practice, ready for the swamp of gigs that we are intending to play over the next couple of months. Once again, if you want us to play at your venue, just drop us an email.

Happy weekend, beauts x x x

Happy new beard little Bimlets.

Hope you all had maximumly awesome and fun holidays. I’m sorry we couldn’t give you a Christmas treat. I wanted to film a live version of a new song from the album as a tasty teaser but the main problems were:

1. Tim left his piano in London

2. All pianos in local vicinity were passionately out of tune

3. We were too busy eating mince pies and recording new vox

But I continue to endeavor to delight you with yummie snippets at some point before the album is released. : )

It was a marathon.
Both Tim’s and my family live in the West Country, so I decided to house a temporary recording studio in the attic room Chez Mama and Papa Rosier, so we could carry on recording and wear paper christmas hats and hug the cat all at the same time. Everyone’s happy.

Now.

Today I remembered Efterklang. I’ve heard of Efterklang lots. But I have never given them lots of time to be listened to.

So I listened to them.

Then I found this…

And I fell in love with them.

Reminds me of school, when I first saw a crazy uppy-downy-inside-outy MC Escher picture. Also kind of reminds me of Yellow Submarine and Alice In Wonderland and other awesome, beautiful works of bizarre art.

And then i found this comment on the vid. Says it all. And then some:

“This song makes me feel like Christmas Lights are flickering on and off really fast in my trousers.”

Love to you birdies xxxxx

Bimmies!
High five to the 500,000 peeps who bought Rage Against The Machine, we royally rocked out last night when it was announced that they were Christmas number one. Kudos also to Joe from the X-Factor(y). Feel a bit sorry for his golden moment being stomped all over by over-excited, nostalgic 20-somethings.

More rocking out ensued at band practice, with brand new sexy line up and marginally unsexy, dodgy PA system. We’re planning to do some seriously gnarly electro-acoustic gigs in 2010. We’ll be ready to book very soon, just email if you’d like us to play at your venue : )

Then right on the opposite see-saw scale of “gnarly electro-acoustic”, we played at a party on Saturday night in Chesham, in a little venue that also doubles as a cafe, restaurant and art gallery. It’s called The Drawing Room and it’s a beautiful place filled with charming people. Go there if you can.

Thanks to www.fotoshoota.com

The weather Gods decided to challenge our journey home with enormous snowfall. So instead, we went out for midnight sledging with the staff and slept in a snowy pile at the venue.

On a completely different tack, I just saw a preview of a film that’s going to be shown on the front page of Myspace and YouTube on Christmas Day. It sounds trite, but it’s actually amazingly eye-opening. The narrative is by Speech Debelle, and no matter what you might think of her, it’s beautiful and poetic. It’s called The Teens’ Speech, and is supported by the charity Barnardo’s. I recommend you have a watch.

Talking of Christmas, Tim and I are taking all the Bim recording equipment to the countryside and locking ourselves away for some serious album-assembling. We’re both wiggling with excitement and can’t wait to get this album to you, but we want it to be as good as we can possibly make it, so patience, little Bimmies, patience.

Love to you all, happy Christmas!

xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Ps – I’m trying to organise a little Christmas treat for you on Christmas Day, so come back to see if I’ve managed to work it out…

Right. It’s Christmas. It’s official. Tonight, I’m putting up my 2-ft green plastic fire hazard from Woolworths (those were the days), covering it in glitter, and generally making an enforced jollity reign down upon my house.

I cannot wait.

I love Christmas so much. I know it’s not cool. I should probably make smart comments about it being a nasty Americanized (note the “z”) over indulgence of the highest order. Complain about having to see my folks. But I don’t. I love it. There’s no other time that I will abide both Boney M and Cliff Richard, or be drunk at 12noon and still be socially acceptable infront of Grandpas. It’s serious.

Incidentally, I just spent an inordinate amount of time decorating the outside of my house with badass neon lights on this lovely thingy created by charity-wot-Bim-support, Shelter.

All I can do is leave you with this classic choon, and the good news that we are recording over the Christmas holidays like there’s no 2010 and we might be able to get some nice Christmassy posts/vids/sneaky peeks of the new album up on here for you to see.

Huge love.

xxxxx