BBQ, beer and a huge potential for some serious shimmying – it’s our gig this Saturday in Shoreditch. Click the flyer above to get your tickets early (and a little bit cheaper than on the door). It’s going to be a BBQ’d sausage fest. You’re going to love it.
And in other Bim News, here’s the latest from the OHMYGODWHATISTHATWHERECANIGETIT part of my brain.
OH MY GOD I KNOW. If you want it, you can get it here. (I’d advise against the hideous black shoes in the pic though. Not a good look people.)
Alas. We’ll see your sweet faces (beglittered, I hope?) on Saturday and I CAN’T WAIT.
I started today in an east end market. Lots of fish and ‘real’ £2 DVDs. I was aiming for a crazy good fabric shop that Rebecca bullied me into going to, to make arty things for our photoshoot. Here’s some good things for eyes:
Next I flipped the world on it’s head and went to Selfridges, as you do. Skipping all the boring high-street stuff, I found some fun things:
Union Jackesque Viviene Westwood: (bit camp for me tho isn’t it)
Custom adidas Spanish flamenco-y style jacket. Shoulder pads and tassles. Gotta be good.. But for £570 I almost punched a salesman who was walking by.
More Adidas fun: But I would puke if i saw anyone actually wearing this.
And modeled by me, what I bought. It has bloody tails and a spiked hood. See you on stage, sexiest top evar:
I’m afraid I’m about to deposit an absolute heap of information on you. This morning, it started off as a two-point post. Then I found something else that simply MUST go in this blog. Then another. And then another. : )
Here goes.
1. FESTIVAL HUNT.
Bim are on the look out for festivals to slide around in and play our music at this year. If you know of a particularly awesome festival that we should play, throw it in the comments box and we’ll get on it.
In other animal news, Topshop have gone all Red Riding Hood for their new collection. Aw, man. I wish I had a fox to put on my head.
4. CHARITY SINGLE. Only, kind of, not annoying and full of chumps.
I’m talking Imogen Heap’s improvised charity single for Great Ormond Street that she credits the audience for creating with her.
I get that tingly feeling about improvised stuff. It’s exciting. Especially so if it’s Imogen Heap who’s pumping extraordinary ethereal sounds. There’s something very special about collaboration, art and chance. Explored very bravely and successfully here. Immi, I salute you. : )
It’s only £1 and it’s beautiful. Buy it!
5. PHOTO !
A snap, courtesy of Trent Mc Minn, at our band’s first gig on 11th Feb with our electro line-up.
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.)
