MARCH 29APRIL 03

                              

“WISHING YOU THE BEST ON YOUR BIRTHDAY AND ALWAYS!”

It’s officially official!
You can now buy my first single, “Studio Apartment,” in the iTunes store and Amazon.com!
I’m so excited! I’m dancing (and I CAN’T dance), so this must be one of THOSE moments!
Look! how! many! exclamat!ion! marks! I! used! SEE?!
Stop reading this, and go get it! I mean, PLEASE go get it : ) And you can leave a review too, which is cool because reviews allow one to express oneself through reviewage. And it’s fun for me to read! And just think - the more reviews I get to read, the less time I’m spending here - in my blog - writing about reviews and exclamation points and complete and utter blah! Wow, my vocabulary sucks. Mrs. Harrison, my first grade teacher wouldn’t be proud. I hope she doesn’t waste her retirement reading former students’ blogs. I hope she’s at least golfing or fishing or knitting or SOMETHING.
NOW do you have reason enough to leave this vocabulary-black-hole of a blog?
Thought so…but congratulations! You lasted longer than I would’ve if I were reading someone else’s ramblings. That’s gotta be worth something, right?
I refuse to go back and proof read this thing, so I apologize if there are any misspellings (like the word ‘misspell,’ which I’m never sure of).
xo
L

Hey Deers
 
Tonnes of great stuff today…not sure where to start.
 
First off, the second leg of the Seventh Tree UK tour kicks off on Wednesday.  If you haven’t got tickets yet, there are still some available for some shows at www.seetickets.com.  Eugene Mcguiness and Pete Greenwood have been added as supports (check site for details). The tour kicks off with a very special set as part of the BBC Electric Proms series.   Tickets for this sold out straight away but don’t worry as those lovely people at the BBC will be transmitting highlights on the radio, TV and on the world wide web.  We’ll put the details up on the Goldfrapp website and MySpace page when they are confirmed.

And not only that…everyone everywhere can feel part of this intimate performance  as, soon as the curtain comes down, Goldfrapp will release a very special and exclusive download of ‘Clowns’, as performed at the Proms.  The track will be available to download FOR FREE for 7 days here and via bluetooth transmissions at Electric Proms venues. 
 
And last but by no means least…..’Little Bird’ and ‘You Never Know’ are uploaded and ready to access.  There’s more to come as over the next few weeks we’ll be adding 2 tracks a week, giving you exclusive access to all the new video tracks from the Seventh Tree Special Edition.  PLUS high resolution downloads of photographs of Alison and Will and brand new wallpapers.  Here’s the instructions again, just in case.  Insert your copy of the ‘Seventh Tree’ CD into your computer, hit this link and follow the prompts.
 
See you down the front row.
 
Deer
xXx

To watch a Happiness snippet: Click Here
 
Pre-order Seventh Tree Special Edition: Mute Bank / HMV

Don’t forget the Free ‘Clowns’ / ‘Happiness (Choral Version) download is available here

this week killed me.

epic recording session with lisa burke on tuesday. it was our first official recording session for the album together. we recorded the piano bed tracks for almost every song in consideration for the lp in only a few hours. she is so easy to work with, gotta love her! decidedly, she will be engineering a large part of the record. we have another session together in about a week… i was thinking of recording some guitar tracks, but i’m getting anxious to put a new song up so we may use our next session to record some acoustic versions of the new songs… who knows?

the one year anniversary of my last show is coming up close… i miss being on stage but i’ve been working on an updated live act here and there. i think i have finally found the proper collaborator for the sets so the west coast will experience them soon enough. but it’s all still secretive so i can’t tell you anything more.

xo
cm

Dearest Plague Rats:

FORUM
UPDATE!!!

With Love & Bloody Crumpets
from the Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls, Inmate A, Block B, Cell W14,

EA

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WE HAD A BLAST OUT THERE.
THANKS SO MUCH FOR TO EVERYBODY WHO CAME OUT TO CELEBRATE OUR FIRST TOUR OUT OF NORTH AMERICA.
THE UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT FINALLY GRANTED JEWELS HIS PASSPORT.
AND IT ONLY TOOK FOUR YEARS!
SO NOW WE’RE COMING TO A COUNTRY NEAR YOU.
THESE PHOTOS ARE STILLS FROM MIKE SIMONETTI’S PIXEL VISION VIDEOS OF THE TRIP.

THE CLUBS.
THE FESTIVALS.
THE PARTIES.
THE RECORDS.
THE FOOD.
THE FRIENDS.
THE AIRPORTS.
THE HOTELS.
THE SKY.
THE WATER.
THE AIR.
THE CANDY.
THE MUSIC.
WE COULD GET USED TO THIS.
WE LOVE YOU!

XOXO

G/L/A/S/S/C/A/N/D/Y A.K.A HUSTLETOWN GLOBETROTTERS

This fortnight, we set you a real challenge for our YouTube Singing Contest, asking you to upload videos of yourself singing the very tricky ‘Take A Bow’…

…And you certainly rose to the challenge! The entries were fantastic, and it was a particularly tough job to choose a winner. But in the end, we went for…

…ILoveMinnimoo for THIS VERSION of ‘Take A Bow’.

Congratulations ILoveMinnimoo, your video will be added to Leona’s YouTube favourites for a fortnight.

This fortnight, we’re going right back to the beginning and asking you to share your performances of ‘Bleeding Love’. Upload footage of yourself singing this iconic track as a video response to ‘Bleeding Love’ in Leona’s YouTube Contest Playlist HERE and we’ll be picking a winner on 1st April. And don’t forget to comment and rate all the video entries.

Please note - if you’re having trouble viewing the official videos on Leona’s YouTube right now, please be aware that this is currently an issue right across YouTube.

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Santa & Grandma

I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid.  I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big sister dropped the bomb: “There is no Santa Claus,” she jeered. “Even dummies know that!”

My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her “world-famous” cinnamon buns. I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true.

Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her everything. She was ready for me. “No Santa Claus?” she snorted. “Ridiculous! Don’t believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad. Now, put on your coat, and let’s go.”

“Go? Go where, Grandma?” I asked. I hadn’t even finished my second world-famous cinnamon bun.

“Where” turned out to be Kerby’s General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through it’s doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars.

That was a bundle in those days.

“Take this money,” she said, “and buy something for someone who needs it. I’ll wait for you in the car.” Then she turned and walked out of Kerby’s.

I was only eight years old. I’d often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping. For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for.

I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, and the people who went to my church. I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock’s grade-two class.

Bobby Decker didn’t have a coat. I knew that because he never went out to recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn’t have a cough; he had no coat.

I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat!

I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm, and he would like that. “Is this a Christmas present for someone?” the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied shyly. “It’s for Bobby.” The nice lady smiled at me.  I didn’t get any change, but she put the coat in a bag and wished me a Merry Christmas.

That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat in Christmas paper and ribbons (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in one of her books) and write, “To Bobby, From Santa Claus” on it.

Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker’s house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially one of Santa’s helpers. Grandma parked down the street from Bobby’s house, and she and I crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk.

Then Grandma gave me a nudge. “All right, Santa Claus,” she whispered, “get going.” I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his doorbell and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma. Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open.

Finally it did, and there stood Bobby. Fifty years haven’t dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker’s bushes. That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were: ridiculous. Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team.

I still have grandma’s book, with the tag tucked inside: $19.95

Psssttt… did I mention just how awesome Grandma was?