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Woolwich Cancelled.

Unfortunately, my throat isn’t much better today and we’ve had to cancel our appearance at the Stitch Up club in Woolwich tonight. It’s a real shame because the promoter has put a lot of hard work into the show tonight, is a top bloke and I was really looking forward to it.

However, seeing as I can barely talk, I’d be doing more damage to my voice in the long term, so my deepest and sincerest apologies head the way of Robbie Moore and anybody else involved in tonight’s show. Apologies too if you were hoping to come and check us out – hopefully the show can be rescheduled for a later date.

Hopefully a full day’s rest and another early night will mean that I wake up tomorrow in better shape for our scheduled show at Drayton’s Court in Ealing tomorrow for the ‘Chaplin’s Revenge’ clubnight. Only time will tell, I suppose.

Wrapping up warm and drinking lots of hot Ribena and Lemsip will be the order of today to give me a fighting chance..

I had to go out last night – albeit for a very short time – to wish one of my best friend’s Jeff a happy birthday down at Proud Galleries in Camden. This re-affirmed how ill I was, as I spent the majority of the night silent, unable to speak. I sat with a scarf over my face – like some kind of gangsta – as I was coughing and spluttering everywhere I went.

The party was enjoyable – I sipped orange juice for the short time I was there. Jeff said it was the “best party I’ve ever had” and a particular highlight was sellotaping my friend Tayo to a metal pole and leaving him there, unable to escape, just before my flatmate and I left to head home..

To punish myself for such frolicking whilst I was ill, I’ve been watching the most banal Youtube clips possible. Here’s one that is particularly dull as fuck:

Also, while we’re on the subject of banal and checking out the irrelevant, why don’t you check out my Twitter page?

http://www.twitter.com/ronniejoice

Jo has one too. I will try to persuade Ben and Dan to join up tomorrow.

http://www.twitter.com/josepxorto

Have a great weekend,

Ronnie x

Public.

I’m ill. I hate being ill. While I most probably only have the symptons of a common cold, it’s niggly little things like a sore throat and constant blocked up nose that hinder the life of a band’s front man. As such things stop me from singing, and therefore, stop the band from playing.

Hopefully, this cold will pass. I had to cancel a rehearsal session with the band today because my throat is so sore. I generally sound nasally anyway, but with a croaky voice too, we will sound utterly shite. So, fingers crossed that preserving my voice today instead of three hours of intense singing in West London will pay off dividends when we play our first of two shows this week at the Stitch Up club in Woolwich.

I have no idea where Woolwich is, but I’m hoping we have to get a boat there. Although I also hope the boat runs at night time too, because I hope my time in Woolwich is limited. I miss London far too easily, as I discovered on Tuesday.

A good mate of mine, Adam McGurk runs a brand new night up in Nottingham at a bar called Brass Monkey. The night is called “Public” and I think it’s got some great ideas, so I was happy to come up and be their first guest DJ/host.

They are trying to create – through the medium of a club night – a hub of exciting, intelligent and engaging creative people. Be it artists, DJs, bands, photographers, etc. Whilst this idea isn’t particulary new, it was refreshing to be in an environment where everybody has some kind of project on the go to come out and talk about, rather than just being out to drink ’til they pass out.

Having run countless club nights, two of them mildly successful (Did You Hide From Saturday Night? at The Fly in 2006 and Boozin n Bandin at now defunct The Cedar Room in 2007) and one still going particulary well (The Learner Dancer Party at Punk), I know exactly how nerve racking it is to put on a new night.

I was extremely nervous and anxious for Adam, especially as I arrived at around 9pm to a very empty bar. However, by the end of the night, it was rammed full of interesting sorts… and it was nice to play to a crowd where I recognised very few faces. The other DJs were wicked too, although I forget their names/monikers..

So, thank-you Nottingham for welcoming me for the third time with open arms and showing me a good night!

I did bring my camera, but I got bored of taking photos – I find it a little imposing when I’m trying to meet new people to be snapping away.. but here’s a few photos that I took.

The view from my hotel room. Supposedly you can see the remains of a castle in this photo, although I couldn’t even see it when I was looking out my hotel room’s window..

Brass Monkey bar man and one of my tour guides for the trip, Ali… in my hotel room.

A standard double bed at the IBIS Nottingham..

A nice view of Nottingham town centre..

Some of the amazing artwork in Brass Monkey..

And some more..

A flyer for the event.

Adam interviewing someone for PUBLIC TV. They interviewed me too.

Me and my two good friends Megan and Adam.

Read more about PUBLIC here: http://www.wearethepublic.blogspot.com

So, this weekend we also play a show on St. Valentines Day – a day I have only ever been able to celebrate once in my life. I won’t be celebrating it this year, instead we’ll be in Ealing in West London playing at the Chaplin’s Revenge clubnight.. Although, who knows – you never know when you’re about to find love, do you?

Ronnie x

The Grammys

I tell you what – the American’s do know how to do one thing in fine fashion… Award ceremonies… I’ve stayed up to watch the Oscars quite a few times before, and it’s always a great show they put on. Earlier tonight, I watched ITV2’s coverage of last night’s Grammys…

Which I’d kind of felt like I’d been part of, real time, thanks to Twitter last night and in particular, the posts of Diplo (who picked up an award) and Questlove – drummer of The Roots.. Diplo seemed a little worse for wear by the end of his Twittering, as when I woke up this morning – it seemed that he was still up after no doubt getting fucked up at the secret Radiohead aftershow party.

Radiohead, in my opinion, stole the show. Although watching Kayne West, Jay-Z, Ti, Lil Wayne and M.I.A (with her baby due any minute) all perform together on the same stage was a delight…

…watching Radiohead perform with the USC Marching Band was absolutely fucking incredible. Little Thom Yorke dancing around the stage like a true rock star was even a shock for me.. he’s never usually that animated! I do love the way his lazy eye flitters like a butterflies wings caught in glue when he sings.. But his bravado was fucking spot on.

I’ve always said that Radiohead are my favourite band ever. I’ve never seen them live; I’m almost scared to, incase I was ever dissapointed. Growing up, they were the band that got me hooked on guitar music and they tick every box for me. I love everything they do – from Pablo Honey to The Bends to OK Computer to Kid A/Amnesiac to Hail to the Thief to their latest release, In Rainbows.

They’re a band that you either love or hate. There is rarely middle ground with the band. People are constantly drawn into arguments about which is their best album.. something I’m not going to debate here, but in my opinion, my favourite are the Kid A/Amnesiac albums.

I loved their latest album In Rainbows – and the song they performed at the Grammys, 15 Step, is fucking excellent.. so to see it performed in such a unique way was awesome. So, check it out and let your jaw hit the floor.. “How come I end up where I started? How come I end up where I went wrong?””

I was meant to go to the Boogaloo tonight to my friends movie night – they were showing the comedy classic, Stir Crazy. But after an early dinner, ended up falling asleep on the sofa and waking up too late to head down there. So I’m off to catch an early night so I don’t miss my train to Nottingham tomorrow!

Catch up soon,

Ronnie x

Half A Metre Pizza

Maybe it just reveals my own personal peversion or perhaps it’s a general lust for women that seems to sum up my opinion of the murderer, Amanda Knox – currently on trial after confessing to taking part in the killing of British student Meredith Kercher in Italy two years ago…

Obviously I do not condone in any way her actions. Murder is wrong – no two doubts about it.

I shall be following this website with avid interest once it gets up and running:

http://fundinewithme.blogspot.com/

Which is when reality TV influences people with such a great concept that people-who-don’t-live-on-the-telly go out and do it for themselves too..

‘Come Dine With Me’ is a program that I always seem to find myself watching on a Sunday afternoon as it’s when more4 show the omnibus… The concept is that five complete strangers each host a night of wine and dining and at the end of the night, the other four contestants rate the host out of ten…

Obviously there are quite a few factors that go into the final score… the food itself, the presentation, the way the party went, the host.. but the funniest moments are watching absolutely sozzled idiot’s in the back of their taxi home exclaiming to the camera how much fun they had that night and then the next morning watching them dealing with the mother of all hangovers trying to then prepare their own dinner party.

Or watching really inept wives treating their husband’s like slaves – ordering them around while they burn the turkey and dish out the ice cream two hours before it’s going to be eaten…

I am a particulary bad cook. I only learnt how to use a cooker at the end of 2007, when I was thrust into adulthood thanks to my current and ex flatmates, otherwise known collectively as Trevor Benjamin. Gone were the days of takeaways, eating out and microwaves. No – now it was time to learn how to turn the hob on, use the oven and become useful in the kitchen.

My cooking skills now amount to serving up mean ready meals and pasta… I’m constantly told off for saying, “time to make [insert dish here]“, when infact, all I’m doing is cooking it. I LOVE freshly prepared food. Simple pleasures like roasted vegetables and cous cous do more for me than any pizza could..

..Until I found out about a pizza place that delivers a pizza that is HALF A METRE long… That’s a good twenty inches of pizza. And last night, we all chipped in to indulge in such a beast..

We bought it from a place called Firezza.. and only cost us £16. Plus free garlic bread. Perfect. Except the fact the pizza seemed to arrive ‘lukewarm’, which is the most polite word I can find to describe a cold pizza.

After we finished eating it last night, watching Slumdog Millionaire raping the BAFTAs, I did hit the hay for an early night…

I’d had a series of late nights previously, you see.. with trips to Smash & Grab on Thursday night, Camden on Friday, and on Saturday I went to see these guys..

This is our bass player Jo’s side project – European Lust. I’d never seen them before, so I went down to The Fly on New Oxford Street to check them out. The drummer Arnau also plays drums in a previously mentioned band, The Refuseniks. It was his birthday.

Check them out; http://www.myspace.com/europeanlust.

Right – it’s still freezing cold outside and I’ve got to go to the Post Office tomorrow to pick up a Special Delivery letter that I missed being delivered to my flat last week. I’m pretty sure they are my train tickets for my lavish excursion to Nottingham tomorrow to see one of my oldest and best friends, Adam McGurk – he’s launching a new club night called “Public” tomorrow at a bar called ‘Brass Monkey’. If you’re in Nottingham tomorrow, please do come along and say ‘hello’.

Love,

Ronnie x

HMV Moves Into The Live Arena

What with the state of the music industry – especially music retail – in absolute shatters, I was a little bit shocked to drive past this today..

Hammersmith Apollo renamed to HMV Apollo

Music chain HMV is moving into the live arena, taking over 11 British music venues.

The record shop is teaming up with the MAMA Group – owners of venues including the Barfly – in a new join venture.

Their agreement affects 11 venues, including London’s venues Hammersmith Apollo, The Forum, Heaven, The Garage, Jazz Café, Borderline, G-A-Y and G-A-Y Late, plus Edinburgh’s Picture House, Birmingham’s Institute and Moshulu in Aberdeen.

The Apollo will now be known as HMV Apollo, while The Forum becomes HMV Forum, the Edinburgh and Birmingham venues will also bear the shop’s name, while four future halls will be renamed via the joint venture.

In an unrelated move, HMV have also announced they are teaming up with ticket agency Seatem to sell tickets.

“I am pleased that we have taken our first steps beyond the current three-year plan into the ‘live’ space,” said HMV MD and Group CEO Simon Fox of the deals. “Music is very much part of our DNA, and by extending the HMV brand into the growing live music and entertainment market, our customers will be able as never before to access and experience music in all of its forms through HMV.”

I thought The Garage had closed down? Does that mean HMV are re-opening the venue? Great news if that’s the case.. what with so many venues being closed down as of late.

Further reading:

So not one but two rather interesting announcements from His Master’s Voice yesterday.

First confirmation that the entertainment retailer is buying 14 stores off its collapsing rival Zavvi in a move that will bring the HMV brand to various towns or shopping centres where it hasn’t previously had a presence. Five of the fourteen are in Ireland – the Irish version of Zavvi having also gone into administration a week after its UK counterpart. That part of the deal will see HMV arrive in Dundalk, Dundrum, Limerick, Newbridge and at Dublin’s Liffey Valley shopping centre. In the UK, HMV will takeover Zavvi stores in Bournemouth, Crewe, Glasgow (x2), Peterborough, Plymouth, Salisbury, Southend and Stockton-on-Tees.

The deal should save about 269 Zavvi jobs.

Second, and perhaps more importantly, HMV announced it was forming a new joint venture with the ever-growing music enterprise the MAMA Group which will see the retailer move into the live music sector. The two firms will become joint owners of a new company that will take the Mean Fiddler name (a name MAMA gained the rights to when it bought most of the Mean Fiddler venue network). That new company will in turn take ownership of 11 venues in the existing MAMA Group empire, namely The Hammersmith Apollo, The Forum, The Garage, Heaven, G-A-Y Bar, G-A-Y Late, The Borderline and the Jazz Café in London, plus The Edinburgh Picture House, The Birmingham Institute, and Aberdeen’s Moshulu. Some of those venues will incorporate the HMV brand into their names.

The deal will see HMV pay MAMA Group around about £18.25 million (the exact figure will depend on the new company’s financial performance in 2009). The two business partners will have a 50% stake each in the new company, which will be primarily run day to day by MAMA, though both parties will be involved into looking at possible new venue acquisitions to expand the empire.

Confirming the deal, MAMA chiefs Adam Driscoll and Dean James told CMU: “We are delighted to be entering this joint venture arrangement with HMV, the UK’s leading music retailer. This is a landmark deal that alters the face of the live venue business in the UK. The engagement of artist and fan is the key driver of the music industry. That engagement is at its most evident at live events. Our venues are already key destinations for artists, promoters and fans. This new partnership between MAMA and HMV enables that live experience to be augmented by enabling us to offer the artist and fans a range of other opportunities to interact”.

HMV CEO Simon Fox added: “Music is very much part of our DNA, and by extending the HMV brand into the growing live music and entertainment market, our customers will be able as never before to access and experience music in all of its forms via HMV. Our joint venture with MAMA Group to own and operate key venues in the UK uniquely positions HMV to offer our customers full access to live music. We have also today announced the development of HMV tickets which will enable us to offer our customers tickets to events at our Mean Fiddler Group venues as well as a range of other events. In addition, HMV will now be able offer to our existing and new live customers exciting bundled product offers, comprised of music CDs, DVDs, MP3 downloads, games, and related merchandise”.

For those of you wondering how HMV can afford to buy 14 Zavvi stores and half of a major new live music company, well, they are planning an equity placement, which basically means they will sell some new shares in the company. Fox says they could have afforded to fund the two acquisitions using their overdraft facility but have decided creating and selling some new shares (which will equate to up to 5% of the business) is a better route. The CEO adds that the move has the support of the retailer’s bigger existing shareholders.
Back to Zavvi world, and with the HMV deal done the former Virgin Megastore chain now has 65 stores left in the UK and 6 in Ireland. Administrators Ernst & Young are apparently still confident they can sell some of that remaining network off as a going concern.

In other (good) news, The Fridge in Brixton is re-opening too! Always a positive to see more mid-sized music venues staying alive or being resurrected..

The management of The Fridge in Brixton has been taken back into the safe hands of owners Andrew Czezowski and Susan Carrington, and is currently being dusted down and spruced up as a major live music venue once again. The Fridge has been rewired, cleaned up and a massive new PA and lighting system has been installed, adding to the wonderful full size stage facilities, with direct loading from rear of venue, parking space, and three changing rooms with toilet and shower facility.

Over £150,000 has been spent on re-establishing the Fridge as a mainstream live music venue, capable of staging both intimate, 500 capacity club gigs (with the balcony closed) as well as 1400 capacity concerts and indoor festivals. Originally opened in 1913 as a cine-variety theatre, it retains all the original Edwardian Baroque /Art Deco friezes (highlighted in gold on black) and boasts fantastic acoustics and sightlines for gig goers – as old cinemas always do.

The Fridge in Brixton is one of only a handful of decent mid-size venues left in the capital; with demise of the Astoria, the only comparable venues (on a Tube line) remaining in operation are Koko in Camden and The Forum in Kentish Town. Co-incidentally, only the Fridge and Koko are fully independent and NOT part of any major chain of venues.

A wide range of live gigs and club nights are in the process of being organised for January 31st onwards, with various outside promoters already getting back on board and keen to put The Fridge back on to the national gig circuit map.

Having begun their careers as seminal live rock gig promoters (the duo established The Roxy, the world’s first punk club in Covent Garden London in 1976/77) Andrew, [ex-manager of the Damned, Generation X with Billy Idol, Adam Ant etc.] and Susan then opened the Fridge, shortly after the riots in Brixton in 1981.

The Fridge hosted the first gigs of acts such as the Pet Shop Boys, Jimmy Sommerville & Bronski Beat, Sade, Nick Cave with The Bad Seeds and Marc Almond, and later promoted everyone from The Sun Ra Arkestra (their last ever gig in the UK), to Eartha Kitt, Grace Jones, St Etienne, Roy Ayres, Gil Scott-Herron, Nico, (unfortunately also her last gig ever) and Take That. With Robbie.

The Fridge additionally won a reputation for world famous club nights such as Talkin’ Loud and Soul II Soul, and then drove the explosion of rave in the 90’s by becoming the home for long-running trance nights Escape from Samsara, Return to the Source, Pendragon and Logic.

Gay night Love Muscle pushed buttons and boundaries to such an extent it changed the direction of Gay night clubbing. Andrew and Susan also created the most successful Lesbian club in the World, first with Eves Revenge, followed by Venus Rising, regularly attracting over 1300 lesbian clubbers every month.

In January of 2004 Andrew and Susan let out the Fridge and took a long deserved break until November 3rd 2008, when they took back full management and ownership of the best club in London, located in Brixton, the capital of live music in South London.

http://www.fridge.co.uk

Ronnie

Living Your Own Lyrics.

So, I woke up yesterday and decided I’d dedicate it to doing housework and whatnot.. By housework, I think I meant just washing all my dirty laundry and hanging it up to dry. The heating in my flat is still fucked, so I’m sat typing this freezing cold, and my clothes are gonna take ages to dry.

Last night, my good friend Jeff Leach called me after going to see the new box office hit, The Wrestler and decided to drag me out for a night on the town. We were joined by our other good friend, Adam Ficek. I had the novel idea of going to a club where we weren’t treat with any importance, where we wouldn’t run into the same old faces, and where it wouldn’t cost us very much to get drunk.

My suggestion? A club night called Cheapskates in Soho at a club called Moonlighting. It’s £6 to get in, but all drinks are 80p. Sounds good? I’ve only ever been once before with my flat mate Craig, but we had so much fun I thought a year later – it would be worth revisiting.. So, we queued up in the snow just like everybody else.

Jeff was almost immediately spotted as “that bloke off Celebrity Scissorhands”, so that kind of killed the plan of being anonymous.. and the queue crowd did seem suspiciously young and naiive. Anyway, it’s the people you’re with that make your night a success, right? Not the people you’re not…

We finally got to the front of the queue, and it turns out at this club it’s mandatory for the bouncer’s to check everybodies identification. Be it through a driving licence, passport etcetera.. Now; I have a passport, but I would never dream of bringing it out with me. That’s the only ID I own that states my date of birth on.

On the other hand, I am so rarely ID’d, I don’t think I’d ever bother to think about getting any. Nor do I think I look young enough for anybody to think otherwise. I hadn’t even had a shave! BUT: the bouncers refused me entry last night because of my lack of ID. It’s the law and I understand that completely, but it was absolutely hilarious that they wouldn’t let me in and yet most of the crowd were pretty much underage.

Jeff argued this point, and the bouncer decided he would deny him entry too. The bouncer claimed nobody was underage in his club, and seemed very offended at Jeff’s accusation. Then, behind him, we watched as a young girl – clearly underage – was carried out unconcious behind us. Quite simply proving our point. And at that moment, we fucked off.

So, a night where we “slummed it out” like the rest of ‘em (it sounds pretentious but fuck you) turned into a night of sheer horror; but cheap sheer horror. Adam is a member of the private member’s club, Maddox in Mayfair. We headed there, where we were treated to a complimentary magnum of vodka.. very nice.

Unlike the girls there. I felt like I was reliving my own lyrics. It was after spending a very short time in another Mayfair club, Mahiki, that I gained the inspiration for our debut single, “She’s Alive”. Inspired by girls in clubs – admittedly some of the most beautiful you’ll ever meet – who freeload, namedrop and tease for a living. They have no aspirations, no jobs, they live off their parent’s wealth and flitter around the West End drinking for free by teasing men’s cocks and then at the end of the night, go back to their actual boyfriends who have most probably been doing the same thing in Camden or an area somewhere else just as vile.

The only problem is; when you’re being fed free booze, you do have a distorted view of reality.. you know you should leave and refuse to watch these whores, but instead you end up sitting and chatting with them. The only comfort you have is that you know their game – and you refuse to fall for it. Unless you’re so blind drunk that you think actually you’re playing their game so well against them you’re in with a chance. Don’t ever think that, they are ultimately far more experienced at doing so and will continually make a fool of you.

At 2am, we decided enough was enough and headed to another club. This time, a ’superclub’ where hardly anybody goes to the bar to buy a drink and instead the club revolves around “bottle service”, a term used where instead of buying single drinks, a waiter comes over and you pay £150+ for a bottle of spirits and mixers instead. It’s a complete rip off but very common in the West End. It’s generally how these clubs make their big bucks.

Luckily, Adam knew one of the owners of this club, so we were treat to free champagne and that’s where my memory of the night ends.. Except an expensive taxi journey home and I’d somehow “acquired” a lovely new cardigan and some rosary beads. I plan to give Jeff these rosary beads for his birthday next week, so I hope he doesn’t read this.

Note to self: don’t go out on a Wednesday night; everywhere is shit. Except it’s your own clubnight. Then it’s GREAT.

Our label posted up a blog yesterday written by somebody called Mark Mills… Not too sure who this is, I’ve never met him, but he’s written a very nice piece about us for the label we’re signed to’s website; www.360degreemusic.com.

What does one say about these guys? I have witnessed them live on many occasions over the past twelve months, and they are the most electrifying band in London. We are all eagerly anticipating the debut single, now they have signed to 360, and they are rumoured to have a video for the single, which is ‘She’s Alive’. I have to say that they are the most exciting band to hit the capital since The Libertines, though they are stylistically far removed from that band: for one thing, they have a fearsome triple frontline attack of Ronnie Joice on vocals, Dan Fatel on guitar, backing vocals and occasional lead vocals, and Jo Xorto on bass and vocals. They also have the best drummer in London – Ben Hutchinson. What really sets No Picasso apart from the pack of dunderhead three chord trick indie wasters is the fact that they have such power, attitude and humour.

Last week, at a gig at Highbury’s Buffalo Bar, some drunken bozo began taking the piss out of the band, out of view of bassist Jo, and Ronnie dealt with this by shoving the protagonist, then denigrated the hapless twat for the rest of the gig. It added an air of tension, and really made the crowd pay attention.

The most notable thing about the evening was the introduction of some new material (sorry, didn’t catch the titles), one of which opened the set, and another was played midway through – both sounded great, but let’s have some recordings soon chaps, as I can’t wait for each gig, there aren’t enough!

Mark Mills

My flatmate has been watching a film called “Gerry” on telly.. she’s fallen asleep. It looks shit, so I’m glad I’ve not bothered.

I’ve been going on at the rest of the band for not contributing to this blog either. It’s not just meant to be about me! Dan has promised he has some contributions in the pipeline and I’m gonna get to work on Jo and Ben next too… so keep reading; It means a lot to me.

Cheers.

Ronnie x

Peppermint Twist

The snow’s going… but slowly.. living very close to Hampstead Heath means there’s lovely snowy views from my window to appreciate.. but it also means it’s FREEZING COLD. The plumber’s coming round today though to fix our heating. Thank God..

I was meant to go and get my haircut today.. courtesy of Didz Hammond from Dirty Pretty Things. He wasn’t actually going to cut my hair himself, but he’d hooked it up for me. Unfortunately, the salon doesn’t actually seem to be open today because of the snow? Looks like some people are still enjoying snow down time..

I’m listening to Frank Ifield right now. To a particular song called, “Lovesick Blues”. Yeah yeah, it probably relates to me a little bit more than I’d let on, but it’s the yodeling that I love the most about it. Check it out.

Here’s another classic from the 60s.. where the best pop music ever was made. It’s called “Peppermint Twist” by a band called Joey Dee and the Starlighters.. I think the word ‘Peppermint’ is one of the best words ever.

Watch the video and learn the dance… which is basically the ‘twist’ but with a jump included too..

My flat mate Craig just bought me in a Chocolate flavoured Yazoo milkshake and a Galaxy chocolate bar. CHOCOLATE HEAVEN? And Peter & Gordon are now playing on my iTunes.. Bliss.

Before I go, here’s two more tracks to check out courtesy of the wonderful Youtube.. I’m pretty sure these were both number one hits..

Link 1

Link 2

So – Here’s another interview then.. this time one that I did on my own (I promise the next one will be a full band one!) with The P.i.X… a London-based fanzine ran by two of the coolest chicks you’ll ever meet… the enigma that is Hanna Hanra and the beautiful Princess Julia are editors of a zine that’s constantly got it’s finger on the pulse.. If they’ve written about them, they’re either cool as fuck or about to make it massive. Trendsetters if ever I did know some..

This interview was held by one of their writers, Raf.. we were playing a gig at the Lock Tavern and I’d been drinking all day hanging with Calvin and Gillespie backstage at Koko in Camden – it was the iTunes festival gig where Calv duetted with Dizzee Rascal on “Dance Wiv Me”..

It was one of those gigs where I arrived, did the business then headed straight back off to catch the set at Koko.. I like gigs where there’s distractions before and after.. Of course, whilst I’m on stage – my only concentration is the gig at hand, but any band will tell you how infuriating it is to sit and wait to go on stage for hours after an early soundcheck.. especially if you’re on late at night. Club gigs are the worst for that.

Anyway, I remember this interview for the fact I spilt about four different pints of beer over due to the fact that I refused to learn that balancing on this particular plank of wood near us that the pints were resting on was not a step to lean on but instead a complete and utter safety hazard..

Enjoy..

The P.i.X – Interview – August ‘08 issue

Reporter Raf gets down to Camden for a soiree with band No Picasso who’ve been busy in the studio adding some more songs to their repertoire

It’s your typical afternoon, the beer gardens around London are full, as a sunny evening is something we can only enjoy once a week it seems. Things are however slightly different at the Lock Tavern. Through the entrance one can spot people carrying in drum kits and guitars. It has become obvious that bands will be performing on the first floor, however I am not there to look out for just anyone. Ronnie Joice, the former tambourine player of the Littl’ans is playing with his band No Picasso. Having gained even more popularity though the angel winged character in the Dior Homme show, he has obtained a bit of a celebrity status among the music lovers as well as the fashion lovers. The sound of No Picasso has been described as ‘punky’ and ‘messy’. Which seems a long way away from the melodic chords and calm lyrics of Ronnie’s previous band. Having said all that, the band can be seen as a trashier version, but in no way worse or off putting. As it closes to 9pm more and more people start to arrive at the Tavern. Even Pixie Geldof, the famous daughter of one of the saviors of the modern world can be spotted having a cigarette outside with some friends. My friend points out Joice as he come up upstairs, he seems to be talking to a fellow band member Dan Fatel (who is the guitarist for the band). I think to myself, “Will there even be an interview? Or will I just be faced with describing the performance?” These are put to the back of my mind, as he is more than happy to talk to me. After we found a quite corner in the garden there could be no time wasting as the band was already late and the singer had to jet off as soon as the gig finished.

P.i.X: Your not playing any more gigs until September, bored of playing?
Ronnie Joice: Nah not really, we’re just taking some time off from touring and playing, just trying to relax and work on some new stuff.

P.i.X: You’ve toured with many bands, and played with the famous ones and the not so famous. Any tour particularly springs to mind?
R. J: Ha! Yeah we were on the road with Babyshambles at one point. That was interesting!

P.i.X: All sex and drugs then?
R.J: Well yea pretty much so, I mean we would often be raided by the police. Even when we were on the tour bus we would be pulled over and strip-searched. We would also get some mental fans when playing and things would rarely go to plan. It was really exciting though.

P.i.X: You did a collaboration with Slimane, you still keep in touch?
R.J: No, not really. I mean I would still stay hello if I saw him on the street but nothing more really.

P.i.X: With the success your bands already have, what kind of music do you listen to and regard as influential when it comes to writing your own stuff?
R.J: Erm, I’m into Soul really. Both the music and the lyrics. I hope you can see traces of that in what you can hear when you go to our gigs.

At this point No Picasso was up and it was time to end the interview. By this time Ronnie managed to knock a few pints over (but that’s a whole other story). As we made our way upstairs, the room was packed and it was a struggle getting to the front. Although the set was not long as the band only performed a few of their songs, they managed to excite the crowd to the point of dancing and jumping. By the end the band seemed exhausted by the lively songs they have performed with drops of sweat going into the audience, however this is the risk of standing upfront but you just have to deal with it. It all ended with a friendly smile and a nod towards me as Joice left the stage with heads turning after him.

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Just been told we’re having fajitas for dinner.. Vegetarian, of course. Which is worth staying in for rather than braving the cold to go and watch Klaxons play in Soho.

Hope Tuesday’s a good one for you all,
Ronnie x

Snow Day

A little snow never hurt no-one.. A LOT of snow seemed to help the UK gralt to a standstill today! I rolled out of bed at 7am this morning to find my flat mates desperately trying to get through to their bosses for the a-OK to scive off..

With all London buses suspended and pretty much every tube line (apart from, ironically, the Victoria line – which when we lived on was constanted fucked) closed too, it did seem impossible for them to get anywhere. I had nothing to do today, so I instead watched with excitement hoping I’d be in the company of a full house for the day..

Sky News was on, I was photoshopping images of friends in the snow and sending them in hoping for them to be shown (this never happened – nor did anyone fall for my prank of texting people said photos as picture messages hoping they’d think I was out in the snow at 8am with my friend Tayo) and somehow found myself with an ice cold beer in my hand.

Just the one, though. Craig had an idea of just getting pissed all day.. Although just after he’d finished his beer, his work called up and summoned him in. Which just left Leila and I to try and conjure up possibly the worst looking fry up you’ll ever encounter in your life..

I think that early morning beer made things a little impossible, what with the chips half frozen and my stomach refusing to digest most of what I was consuming, it was a complete disaster.

Still – thanks to Twitter, I followed the early morning antics of Phillip Schofield, who had been snowed in and had failed to get into London to present ‘This Morning’ on ITV1. I watched said program, laughing at the utterly shambollic nature of the show due to the fact most of the crew had failed to make it into work either.

Ironically, they were probably getting some of their highest viewing figures ever as it seemed everybody had someone convinced their bosses they were “snowed in” or just couldn’t be fucked to go out into the cold.. Watching Fern Britton speaking to Phillip Schofield on the telephone live on air was possibly one of the most surreal moments in television history..

..Until a woman came on who told her story about how she used to drink four bottles of wine before she’d pick her five kids up from school, and couldn’t even explain the extent of what the repercussions were due to “legal reasons”. Oh god..

By around midday, I was absolutely shattered. It felt like Christmas morning to me! And I don’t even get excited on Christmas morning anymore! But with all the snow, and the sciving, and the Twittering, and This Morning, and the shit breakfast, and the beer, and well, everything.. it was time to go for a quick lunchtime nap.

I slept for twelve hours. TWELVE BLOODY HOURS. I woke up at midnight, and thought I’d slept right through to 5.30am. If only! No – I was now WIDE AWAKE at midnight. With the rest of the flat fast asleep and very litle going on elsewhere..

I knew I’d still be up at 6am, an ungodly hour for anyone (I’ll hear my flatmates get up for work any moment) – so I set myself the challenge of watching all of series four of Peep Show. Cracking stuff, although I think series three is my favourite so far. Although they did actually burn a dead dog on a bonfire in series four which is possibly one of the sickest and yet funniest thing I’ve ever witnessed.

All laughs up in Highgate for us tonight, folks..

Anyway, like I promised, I said I’d start posting some old No Picasso interviews on this blog too. For anyone who’s too lazy to bother to visit our Myspace page, here’s the first ever interview No Picasso conducted live (as opposed to just being e-mailed questions). Although, when I say No Picasso – I was the only person present.

It’s for an online Canadian mag called The Only Gliterrati, and I ate a roast dinner in the Pitcher & Piano on Dean Street whilst it was conducted if my memory serves me correctly.. in late months of 2007 methinks..

I actually used to think the Pitcher & Piano was quite a posh eating establishment, until I took a girl on a date there once and she bluntly told me otherwise. Saying that, I once went to The Ivy and ordered pasta & pesto. I obviously know nothing..

Anyway, back to the interview.. some of it is quoted wrong.. for example, Steve’s band were called Objects – not Off Jerks. But in a busy Soho bar on a Sunday night combined with my incessant mumbling, the interviewer’s dictaphone did pretty well to pick up anything correctly!

Interview with The Only Gliterati.com

No Picasso is a little more brash, a lot more unapologetic and drunkenly honest. If you invited them to your flat they’d probably use your crystal as confetti and melt your silverware over the stove. They stomp. They shout. They use run on sentences. They’ll tell you when they don’t like what you’re wearing. They can see through your smiles and intentions. You can fuck off anyways. Through a jumpy sort of punk, and Ronnie’s intimidating lyrics (to whoever they’re directed at) make you hope that, please, please, this song isn’t about me. He doesn’t mean me. Please.

If you know your history of London bands, you know that each one is connected to another. Somewhere in the midst of the confusing family tree is No Picasso. Formed by Ronnie Joice, a former Littl’an. A four piece band on the edge of all normal living patterns. I have a lovely conversation with Ronnie about Hedi Slimane, his past in the Littl’ans, No Picasso and tasty girls all over custard.

Explain how No Picasso started.

In a really dodgy gay strip club. I met Ben through Adam from Babyshambles. They went to college together when they were kids and stayed friends. Ben had a friend called Dan who was in a band called the Fatels and we played a gig with them once, and that was how I met Dan and we got on pretty well, I liked what he was about, you know he really cares about the world apart from being in a band for lots of sex and free alcohol…which doesn’t even happen. Yeah and from there on I had this urge inside me, though I was in the Littl’ans, to be in a band and be the singer. Littl’ans was like a really interesting learning curve because obviously I wasn’t singing but I always wanted to and I was writing lyrics and what have you. But it was interesting because I was learning how to be in a band and that’s something you can’t be taught. You know it was very stressful and hard at times, you learn some really important life lessons. You know you’re in a family with four or five people. Obviously from the experience, the contacts I made through the Littl’ans I felt it was time I tried to do something else. I met this guy, Steve who was in another band called the Off Jerks and they kind of disbanded. You know he liked what I was writing, I liked what he was playing so we kind of hooked up in rehearsals. Just before I met this guy Jo in a bar, spanish guy… a friend of mine had been seeing him at the time and he was looking for a band, so I said, oh you can play bass, you should come down and play with us. We said to Ben, “Look we need someone to drum, you don’t need to join the band, just come down and drum so we can rehearse.” Basically Xbox asked me to promote this competition on the internet, and we only had four or five rehearsals and two songs, we were like, “Shit, what are we gonna do?” We ended up recording in this posh studio at Universal studios in Kensington, got in there and recorded a song with Jamiroquai’s producer. It was the first time I had ever sung on a record. We went to Paris and things ran it course, I was about to turn twenty and I thought, it’s cute for an eighteen year old, nineteen year old boy with a tambourine going crazy. When you’re twenty you tend to be an adult and I just felt the time was right and the boat for me had sailed away.when we got back from Paris I just said to Andrew it was kind of time for me and Ben agreed and we left the same day. Ben said to me, I like this band we’re doing, let’s concentrate on that, so we started rehearsing and last November Steve decided that he wasn’t really up for being in the band, and that he was more of a business man than a musician, that’s when Dan stepped in.

what’s your plan for this year?

obviously now we’ve had this nine month period of playing live shows together, and the recordings we’ve posted on the internet have all been under weird circumstances. We had only played, Monet and Money a few times and then Roberto Cavalli called and said “Hey I want you to do a track for us, we need it in two days”, the track that we did for the runway show, although he was happy with it, as a band we weren’t, and we could have done a lot better. This year I think we’re going to just get some of our songs down. The songs we are writing now are a lot better than the songs we originally wrote. It’s always like your best work is your most recent. As well the way we were writing songs was quite detached, Steve would take my lyrics and write music for it. Now we are all writing as a band. Just keep doing what we’re doing. Till we all get bored or fall out, it should be alright. January is always a shit month because you can’t plan, you can be optimistic and say yeah this is what you’re going to do and when, or you can just laze around and see what summer brings, when the important stuff happens.

What would you say your main influences are?

I think our main influence is frustration. We’re frustrated, we’re living on the breadline, none of us are wealthy, none of us come from backgrounds where we can afford to do things that would help the band. Some bands I know in London are so fortunate and they’ve got famous parents who want them to go rehearse everyday and play in a recording studio. When they’ve written a song they can go out and demo it, we can’t do that. If we did have that money, like fifty grand that would be great. We could rent out a rehearsal room for a year, pack in our jobs, (not that I have a job but the rest of the band does), and really kind of fine tune. That’s what makes the promising bands at the moment, yeah there are a lot of great bands but the ones that are being held back are the ones that don’t have time to unroll their talent. It’s a shame really. Like the Littl’ans, to get them all in the same place, is hard because they’re all doing things and working. You know to get everyone in the same place, when everyone is free, some can’t afford it. Some bands rehearse every day and others are kind of fucked because they can only afford to rehearse once a week.

I feel like people who have that ability to go into a recording studio at anytime, there just becomes less to want to write about.

I have this whole idea that I’m going to live my life and when it fucks up I’m just going to write a script about it. Because I’ve lived it and I’ve experienced it. Recently I’ve been really prolific about my writings and my lyrics. But yeah, bands need the lifestyle. I saw Jarvis Cocker out last night, and you know Pulp…he’s so clever and have you noticed with his solo album since he spent his holiday with his family in Paris and it all went really well, he doesn’t know what to write about. He can’t write about himself and he can’t write about a strife he has because it just isn’t true anymore. Generally I don’t really write about happy things. Whenever I’m fed up with a girl and we start breaking up and I write all these songs. They always ask, “Why don’t you ever write anything happy about me?” It’s because when you’re happy you never stop and reflect. When you start to analyze things, that’s when you stop seeing things right. I remember when I was sixteen, seventeen and I used to analyze things, analyze girls, relationships. I thought Shit, if I just took a step back and stopped I’m going to be much happier. You’ve got your wits about you, but you sit there and kind of shove it off.

Where does the name come from? the saying?

Uh no… I wasn’t aware of that. Basically when it came to thinking of a band name, I had this revelation in my dreams to call ourselves Razorlight. I typed it into google and there was already a band called Razorlight. Which really pissed me off. The thing is I’m really into razors and I love having a shave, and I’m really into lightness, so shaving and lightness, you can be really enlightened when you shave. Razorlight would have been great…but apparently they’re doing pretty well for themselves. No Picasso was just one of the second runners to that. Obviously Razorlight beat us to it… Old Borrell. We were left with a bit of a dilemma. So yeah, it does come from the phrase.

What do you think about the relationship between bands and style?

It’s quite nice for us because I think we have good fashion sense. I’m really into clothes and I really like my appearance, I’ve done modeling and so has Jo as well. He’s doing particularly well at the moment. You’ve got to care about the way you look because that’s how you’re presenting yourself to somebody. If you look at someone and they don’t really give a shit about the way they look, you know their appearance…why should you give a shit about them anyways? You know that kind of thing. I can’t really escape it. If i was to go back and avoid the whole Hedi Slimane thing, I would probably be a mess on stage He’s one of the most inspirational people you could ever meet. He’s amazing. If I could list my heroes, he would be one of my heroes. For me never having any aspirations in the fashion world and for him to be one of my heroes proves how inspirational he is. To have known nothing about him and then him just come into my life and you know follow me around and make a film about me. It’s quite strange because not a lot of people know about that film, it was shown in Paris. He was besotted with me. You know it was perversion, he kind of followed me around. It wasn’t lust… he was just besotted. I think he wanted to get into my mind and figure out what makes this tambourine dancer tick. I had never been abroad before when he asked for me to come to Paris. It’s quite funny because I think his obsession came to turn when he met Andrew (Aveling). He really liked the relationship that me and Andrew had. Andrew was the man and I was the boy. There were certain times where we would all go to lunch together or to even Hampstead Heath, just sit there and eat ice cream. He’d sit there and just watch me and Andrew would interact. As a band, the frontman, Andrew was very shy and introverted and there was me who was like the youth of Andrew that was very confrontational. He really liked that. That kind of fashion world, when Littl’ans did the music for the show…it’s a kind of time I always want to remind people of because it was such a happy time in my life. No Picasso does Roberto Cavalli, you know different, year different designer. Fashion and music are so alike these days.

How do you think it’s different with younger bands with older bands?

It depends if they’re good or not. There was some band that was shit at this show we were playing and they were about fifteen. This kid with braces came up to me had thought that we were just going to refuse to go on, he comes up to me and says, “Oi you! Get on the fucking stage.” I was just like, “Hold on a second, who are you? Calm down. How old are you? Why are you talking to me like this?” So I was just patting him on his head like, “We’re going to go on stage when we’re told so shut the fuck up and go away from me.” If a band’s good, than yeah. If you start early, you’re four years ahead to get better, then if it fucks up you can just go back and get a job. As long as they’re not cunts or they’re not shit. If they’re talented than yeah. It must be nice for older bands to have someone looking up to you. I think it’s when people snub their elders, when you’re on tour with a band who’s done the business and you don’t give them the respect, that’s when there’s trouble. It also happens to older people about younger kids.

The worst is when people believe they’re own hype.

Well we don’t have any hype so there’s nothing to believe.

What do you write about songs now? What’s No Picasso’s general outlook lyrically?

We are all sentimental, i’m sensitive…But I think it’s interesting how I portray myself on stage… Like i’m a bastard. If you sit to listen to the lyrics, i’m not really a bastard i’m just hard up. They’re all generally songs about doing stupid things, getting your heart broken, getting your heart broken because you didn’t do any stupid things. Lust. Generally love is a popular thing to write about. It’s either you’re in or out of it really. Love is a big part of my life. If i’m not in love, I want to be in love. Generally i’m drowning and fuck it up. Obviously that doesn’t set us apart from any other band. Love is a really easy topic to write about. Love and Lust.

Maybe it’s the way you portray love?

Yeah, it’s not like i’m going to sing, “You’re Beautiful”. If you ever come to a show of ours i’ll never be able to dedicate a song to you because all our songs are really nasty! Monet was about a girl who is beautiful, who’s a model…I’d see her at parties and go wow, she’s beautiful. I started chatting to her and she was so bland and dull, you could tell there wasn’t anything in her head. So it was just like fuck off. Obviously in relation to the painter, from far away the paintings are beautiful but up close it gets very disjointed. That’s a song about Lust. But not in the same way. There’s an angle to it. Paprr Bag is all about, I had an argument with a girlfriend and we were in a park and she just left and I stayed and wrote. Paper bag, you know when you’re hyperventilating, you blow in this bag. But what if you took the paper bag and just popped it. It’s a lot of anger. I guess that’s why on stage it’s all released. I’m not really aggressive so onstage it’s like my outlook for all of it. I have this audience where I can say what I mean. Love, Lust and Frustration are all three big main themes. There’s this song we have called “She’s Alive” which is a song about this girl I know who lives her life, being friends with famous people. One week she will be going out with so-and-so, it’s such a shit life to lead. Because you’re not living you’re own life, one day they’re going to drop you and what are you going to do then? The lyrics are all pretty nasty like, “Such a shame she’s still alive” like her life is pretty useless. She’s living somebody else’s life.

Do you think being in London compared to living in any other place affects you in the way things sound?

Good question. It does. We record in London. It’s our home, it’s domesticated. If we were in L.A. having a good time i’m sure the tracks would be played a little bit faster and with a little less conviction. Everything comes through in the music. It’s important for me to be in London because that’s where I feel the most comfortable. It’s just where all my friends are, it’s where I created my life. Three years ago I wasn’t in London…it’s a life you build. You can pave your own destiny. If you want to be a write, be a writer and hang out with writers. Everyone comes to London to hide their skeletons, I like that about it. Everyone’s perfect…no, everyone’s a fuck up. They’re all here for a reason. They’re all here to escape. They’re all here to create a new and different life.

A lot of people go to New York to start their own life, but it seems that it is easier for people to do that in London, why do you think?

It’s weird because I didn’t really get a chance to see New York. You’re just taken to people’s houses and told, “Look, that’s where you’re living.” London I would just come in, met more people… realized that I could come into London and not even live here. London is quite easier to do that. Everyone gets one chance here. I’ve obviously gone past that stage of being a whippersnapper, it all was bright eyed to me. You know when the night is over. London is pretty easy to adapt.

Is London your favourite city?
Yeah

What do you think makes a good party?

Where people leave their minds at the door. Where people are smoking indoors… I don’t smoke but I think it’s quite important. Good music, good people. No police to come and shut you down, no psychotic neighbours coming round. It should never be classy, it should always be messy.

Choice of drink?

Strong alcoholic drinks. I like cider, I like beer, I like vodka… I don’t like tequila, I like whiskey but not straight. I like Southern Comfort, I like Kahlua, I like cocktails, I like mohitos, I like white russians. I like having triples instead of singles, I like to be drunk…that’s good. I don’t like shots too much. I think i’m a good drinker.

What makes a beautiful girl?

Quite a lot really, there’s a criteria…her taste…it might sound really perverted, I know a girl is bad news, when I kiss her it leaves a bad taste in my mouth. You might think that’s really strange, but it’s happened to me. It’s always the taste. Her smile, she’s gotta laugh, she’s got to know how to make me feel happy, she’s got to be funny as well. She can’t be dull, she can’t just let me say all the jokes. She’s got to be pretty, it kind of goes without saying but most people don’t admit it. She’s got to have pretty hair, pretty eyes, nice clothes, she would have to take care of herself and smell nice. For me beauty doesn’t come in a package. It’s not something I can put my finger on. When they make you comfortable. They can’t make you nervous, or maybe they can and you just can’t love them.

Style is… Stylish?…to your own interpretation

No Picasso… YOU AIN’T no picasso.

Right.

Sleep now.

Ronnie x

Blog blog.

I just found this… Always a pleasant surprise to see your own band’s name mentioned on a blog, especially when they’re as complimentary as this person is..

http://twentycellrevolt.blogspot.com/

Sounds like: good old fashioned swagger rock.

Y’know, sometimes you can just tell where a band is from, and if ever a band sounded like a London band, it would be No Picasso.

With a driving rhythm section and sparse guitars unencumbered by heavy effects, No Picasso hearken back to the 60s London scene, with an absolutely infectious abundance of young, raw energy and talent. If the Strokes claimed the legacy of the Ramones and the New York Dolls, No Picasso are claiming the early days of the Stooges or the Kinks, and it’s fabulous.

The lyrics have a loose, stream-of-consciousness attitude, but never get sloppy, and are bursting with raucous, punk bombast and confidence. Ronnie Joyce’s cavalier vocals contrast with shout-along harmonies to create a dynamic that almost demands you join in.

The sound is a bit rough around the edges (they are currently unsigned, and all the MySpace tracks are listed as demos), but that’s a huge part of what makes it work. At the same time, it strikes me as sound that would come off as manufactured and artificial coming from anywhere but London. Exciting stuff.

And an old interview I discovered that I faintly remember taking place in the backstage of Stengade 30 in Copenhagen after probably a few too many beers in November 2007.. It was Dan’s first ever show as No Picasso’s guitarist.

http://www.cover.dk/default.aspx?type=contributor&id=791c94c5-d17d-48eb-a245-d7f87645d35b&page=3

Or, translated:

A meeting with Ronni JOICE
Dorothea Gundtoft – 9.4.2008 – 11:28 Dorothea Gundtoft – 9.4.2008 – 11:28
As a poet caught in the hurricane eye, hand over the charismatic lead singer Ronnie Joice of the band No Picasso currently a life far away from us. As the muse for the designer Hedi Slimane, dj in the world fashion parties and sometimes in collaboration with designer Henry Holland. I was ready to hear much more as No. Picasso went Stengade 30 last Friday.

Q: You have been the model of Hedi Slimane and you chose to use the music from your old band Little Ans on one of his show. How is Hedi personally?

A: Hedi Slimane is one of the most amazing people I have ever encountered. He came to one of Little Ans’ concerts, and it sparked a time and events that I will always put really much appreciated.

Q: designer Henry Holland is known for having Agyness Deyn as a leading figure in his T-shirt collection. How did you suddenly enter the picture?

A: Henry and me sat one Sunday afternoon in the summer sun in London and spoke about slogans. He was completely crazy about my proposal, ‘YOU NO AIN’T Picasso’. It was therefore very natural to suggest that he made some T-shirts for the band.

Q: How are you doing with that mode of bands can come to overshadow the music?

A: I think that a band of music lose substance when all the time going to be dedicated to care and an image. We care about our appearance, but it is the music we live for.

Q: Who are you inspired by?

A: My inspiration comes from the universe, as No Picasso live in. It is the most bizarre and surreal world. There are so many stories I could tell you that you would never believe were true. It is crazy and I love it!

I realised today that I very rarely – in person – get to the end of a story without going off on another tangent about something else. So it’s a surprise that interviews ever finish.. I’ll add some more No Picasso interviews to the blog later.

I must really go to bed now.. And the top of my left arm is killing me!

Ronnie x

ps. I’m not a fan of Bruce Springsteen’s music but his performance was exactly how it should be if you’re performing at the Superbowl.. “Put down those dips America!”

So L.A…

Gosh – what a busy week!

So I begin writing this in a taxi heading to my good friend Mark Gillespie’s flat. We’re then heading to Greenwich for his clients (Mark manages Calvin Harris) agents and my friend, Alex Hardee’s birthday party.

I’ve got no idea where Greenwich is, but his car leaves in 20 minutes so I’m hoping traffic will be kind to me. I’m wearing a Batman t-shirt tonight so I’m sure that will give me an advantage.

Its been a while since I updated this. Truth be told, I’ve been so busy I haven’t had a moment to sit down and compose my thoughts.

Tuesday was a big day, it was the Nokia Touch party. I arrived at Punk for around 8pm, Dan Williams was stuck on the Eurostar with his girlfriend Jade Jagger so they needed me to spin some tunes before he arrived.

I wasn’t particulary into this idea, but it was only for fifteen minutes and I just stuck on a Motown hits CD anyway.

Dan arrived, with Miss Jagger in tow – who was a lot nicer to me then the last time we met at Claridges where she stole my headphones and ran off with them.

I was glad to be at Punk early to see how amazing it looked – Nokia had completely transformed the club with their interactive dancefloor in the middle of the club, the DJ booth on the stage, a press area etc..

I knew it was gonna be rammed, but I don’t think I knew just *how* badly itd get so quickly!

Keith Lemon aka Leigh Francis was the first celebrity to arrive. He made me laugh throughout the evening – I have met him a couple of times via mutual friends, and he kept on telling me things that cracked me up. None of them true of course, so I won’t post them here.

What I love about Leigh Francis is the way that he stays in character for the entire evening. When I said ‘hello’ to him originally, he had to explain – in character – that he was in character, but yet spoke to me as Leigh, rather than Keith Lemon..

A little confusing at first indeed..

This could turn into a namedropping fest, so I’m going to let you find out for yourselves who else came but unless you’ve been living under a rock, you probably heard about three people who showed up..

George Sampson was there, far more cheerier than when I met him at 8am the week before. In fact, I love this little lad and hung out with him for a bit at the party. He did his dance with his fucking hot girl dancers and now, two male dancers too. Wicked stuff.

Then, before I knew it, the entire club went mental. Paris Hilton arrived and I’ve never seen people lose their minds like this before. She walked into the club, surrounded by her minders and entourage and all of a sudden, the entire capacity of the club, like a swarm of bees, followed her every move..

Eyes like hawks, everyone pushing and shoving to get closer to her.. It was absolutely mental. People watching her do her press interviews, then she headed to her makeshift VIP area beside the stage, and everyone flocked.

I did meet the girl, she seemed very nice and this picture is quite amusing ‘cos if you look closely, you can see my arm being grabbed by her minder as I attempt to put it around her arm!

Ronnie and Paris

Lady Gaga then got on the decks, and everyone went mental as the ‘introduction’ of her and Paris Hilton occured on-stage..

Not that they hadn’t just been properly introduced in the back kitchen ten minutes before where a journalist from Grazia showed Lady Gaga a copy of Heat magazine where it claimed Lady Gaga was indeed a man and had a penis.

Lady Gaga seemed very confused by all of this and Paris Hilton jumped in tell the journos that she was “all woman”. Amusing. Kind of.

I got on the decks at 11.45pm, pissed as a fart.. Riled up the crowd with a fantastic set of floor fillers, everyone went mental: I’m sure that was helped by the amount of free booze everyone had consumed..

So, I’m back at my flat – it’s Sunday. Twenty minutes wasn’t enough to write this blog entry – good news, I made it to Mark’s on time: he lied, he wasn’t booking the car until I got there. A very good bloke called Roman came with us too.. I was the youngest person there by about a good ten years and it was nice to see the Coda crew, but I’m never a fan of going so far south.

I was shocked to hear from Mark that another one of his bands he manages (and Alex was booking agent for), Daggers have split up. I loved that band, and was thrilled to discover them. I put them on at the second ever The Learner Dancer Party, where No Picasso supported. It was one of our best ever gigs, and I thought they were absolutely fantastic and all absolutely lovely people – especially Theo, who I’ve had some cracking nights out with.. RIP Daggers. x

http://www.myspace.com/daggersuk

On Thursday this week I went to the Sony Bravia party at the Tramshed in Shoreditch. The venue itself is a great space, a big empty warehouse in the heart of East London. But.. the party? Boring. Henry Holland was DJing = good. Giles Deacon seemed to be behind the decks at one point too? But yet there was only about 100 people in the place (easily could have held 1,000) and no vibe whatsoever.. just people standing in the cold drinking the (admittedly very nice) Havana rum cocktails..

Friday was time for No Picasso action, and after spending a good four hours learning the Wetherspoons drinks menu (how can it be so cheap? it all feels so wrong) sitting with the band drinking and hanging out, it was time for us to headline the Dance You Mug! club night at the Buffalo Bar in Islington. The crowd seemed to be made up of people who were there to see good music and kids who were out on the lash. I suppose that’s what most gigs are made up of, but half of this crowd were hostile and rowdy in a way you’d usually associate with football matches…

Some silly little twat jumped on stage during the first song and tried to take the piss out of Jo by dancing behind him and make stupid arm movements.. Wrong move, sir. I chased the little cunt off the stage and proceeded to explain to him what I’d do if he came back on.. He was pissed, and pissed off.. his mates suddenly trying to call it on with me too. I just laughed, they didn’t really know what was coming next..

It’s called public humiliation and thanks to quick wit, and an audience now fully focused on myself and what I was gonna do next, I belittled him in a way very few can… I can have a sharp tongue sometimes, and I love having enemies in the crowd: it gives me something to focus on, it gives me a reason to be up there on stage and perform for someone.. Ironically, I’m now performing for this one person rather than the crowd.. although they are obviously all spectators to it.

My good friend Guy Nisbett (also directed our debut single’s music video – to be released very soon) had come to the gig, and at one point decided to give me a motivational talk. “If you do this gig and even just one person walks away remembering it, surely that’s a good thing?” I think I took his advice and put quite a different slant on it..

Anyway, with all my guns ablazing and the band stepping it up a notch, we actually put on a terrific show. Seemed to get a good response from people everyone afterwards, and although I expected twenty kids to jump me as I left and kick my head in, it all ended pretty smoothly.. I do need to think of a name for the final song we played though..

We ended up going to Bar Rumba for the re-launch of PUSH after.. Noah and the Whale DJed alongside others. We drunk, we danced, everybody was merry.. Stuart our manager celebrated his birthday for about the one hundreth time again, and I can’t really remember much more than that..

So, that’s that.. ended up a house party with some friends last night and promised I’d mention the host’s band on here. They’re the mastermind of two very talented ladies called Amber and Nisha and a very talented man called Nathan (who goes under the alias of Whitey).. I personally think they’re wicked…

Check them out: http://www.myspace.com/2brokenhearts

Right, can anyone explain the rules of American Football to me? I’m watching the Superbowl and it’s all just a blurry image and noise right now.. I like the talking heads they have introducing themselves.

Night.

Ronnie x

ps. I didn’t bother to spell check or proof read this, so apologies if there’s any mistakes etcetera.

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