The Tweed Album Launch etc…
Afternoon chumrades, Chap-Hoppers, B-chaps, Fly-Fillies et al,
Trust the early summer finds you well.
Right then, after ruddy yonks of writing, recording, drinking and smoking The Tweed Album, yours truly’s third album ‘proper’ (not counting O.G. Original gentleman, the download-only compilation of original material from the first two…do please take note of this, I cannot keep telling people!)…where was I?…
Oh yes! The Tweed Album is finally here. Fourteen Chap-Hop, Acid-Ragtime, Aristo-Rock and Big-Band-Big-Beat ditties to tickle one’s toes and…you get the gist.
Anyhoo, we here at CHBCHQ (The Chap-Hop Business Concern) have been hard at work, in between bouts of tea/sherry drinking, elevensies, consumption, supper…etc have been working our be-suspendered socks (not that my glamourous chairwoman Miss O wears socks of course) off to make sure you, my dear chums hear of it and join in the fun.
Anyhoo, last thursday saw the press launch at the Walker Slater tweed emporium on the Fulham in sunny west London and a rather splendid a rummy (or should I say ‘ginny’) old do it was too. The store’s fine oak counter became a bar stocked full of Hendrick’s gin. A large ‘salut!’ to them and in particular our barkeep, Duncan for getting us all royally enebriated gratis, most kind. The great and the good turned out- my good chums the Correspondents, poet and raconteur Frog Morris (who actually booked my first ever recital, so it’s largely his fault); burlesque star the lovely Beatrix Von Bourbon, the lovely Sadie from Vintage TV, Diary Of A Vintage Girl’s lovely Fleur De Guerre…the great and the good were in attendance, including the most-lovely -of all Lady C of course. Even Mater and Pater rolled up for the gin and Chap-Hop, which I provided with a quick recital…just next to the till. For some reason, whilst I was doing my thing on the old M.I.C, I couldn’t help but glance in papa’s direction every time one of the more saucy lines was spluttered through my gin-soaked lips. I simply couldn’t avoid the old man’s gaze in the more inopportune moments. Without fail he would do one of thosae faces which expresses ‘Oh crikey’ without the words.
I’m sure you can conjure up the image.
Anyhoo, a jolly old time was had by all. Plans are afoot for further Mr.B accessories (along with the already popular silk club tie, see the Chap-Hop Shop at gentlemanrhymer.com) as well as Tweed Album gift boxes and, oh heavens, all sort of nonsense.
Anyhoo, hope you all enjoy The Tweed Album, it is out now and has been described by audiobattenberg as ‘A psychedelic Chap-Hop masterpiece’.