Helloooooo Patrons,
I can't believe we've hit September already. I'm loving the last of the summer sun, I've still been going up the downs nearly every morning, mushroom picking and foraging my way through the month.


It's still feeling all a-bit-too-quiet and I'm getting itchy for a gig. It's looking likely that BEB will do another, much heavier webcast before the end of the year from a big venue (just with no crowd), so more news on that when it's organised.
Till then I'll just keep you entertained with some more mushroom pics 😉🍄
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This month's "official thing" comes in the form of a new song. It's a collaboration between us and Vienna Ditto, a brilliant electro-fuzz duo from Oxford. Nigel also has a solo project called The May.
As a duo they sometimes look like this:

or this:

Here's one of my favourite tunes, "Oh Josephine" to give you an idea of what's to come.
We've played with these guys on numerous occasions and it's always been spectacular, you never know what will happen - Nigel likes to improvise a lot of the electronic noises and Hatty's dancing is contagious. Every gig for me has been like a spiritual experience that leaves me inspired and song-writing for weeks after.
It's been a dream of mine to collaborate with them... and now it's happening!
Thank you universe. 🌍
They are on PATREON and BANDCAMP here if you'd like to delve a little further. My favourite track of theirs is a song called "I Know His Blood". I highly recommend.
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The lyrics to the track are as follows... all I can tell you know is it will be electronic, dark, trippy, jazzy, strange and unexpected.
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Step into the ruins
Where spiders weave their threads
We can’t wake the living
Or suffocate the dead
If you believe in this
This spinning of the truth
Words become the knowledge
Do you dare to?
The crawling through
In spite of you
I guess that’s just what neglect will do
The sky is my father
The sea is my son
Our ship has been sinking
Since 9:31
These currents are pulling
Cracks upon the shell
Keep the fires consuming
Poison in our well
We are ruins
And you’ll be fine
And you’ll get through
I guess that’s what privilege will do
And it belongs to you
Step into this ice house
Kiss the lips of glass
Drown us in the melting
voices of all thing that pass
Keep us in denial
Spite the ones who stray
We will ruin anything that gets in father’s way
We are ruins
And it belongs to you
I guess that’s what privilege will do
And it belongs to you
I guess that’s what privilege will do
Love & Feathers,
Mishkin & co. xxxx
Mishkin Fitzgerald
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