Welcome, witam, wilkommen, velkommen, welkom, bienvenue, bem-vindo and hello. As you can see, I have had the decorators in(no sniggering at the back) and redesigned my website. I sincerely hope you like it and find it much easier to find your way around. If not, then you really shouldn’t be on the internet. Or allowed to go outside. Or to reproduce.
This site represents what I hope will be a significant change. In the past few months I have learned a great deal about the Henry Tomlinson which lives inside all of us. I hope to share some of those thoughts with you in the coming weeks.
Alas, today I do not want to talk about tomorrow. I want to talk about today. For those of you that may have missed it, I, Scott Andrews, am in a Spandau Synthpop band. It is a story so odd and yet somehow majestic that I will likely save it for a book one day. Almost a month ago, our first music video was released. In that time it has clocked over 77,000 views on YouTube. And, guess what, you lucky bastards can see it below. Until next time…
As I sit here, sipping red wine, occasionally gazing at the rolling Tuscan hills that stretch out before me, it occurs to me that I am lucky. Not just because I am extremely good-looking, charming and intelligent, but because fortune has at times looked upon me kindly and it is precisely one of those times that I wish to wax lyrically about.
Sometime ago, in the Warsaw winter haze a remarkable number of coincedences happened to happen which involved rock music, an accordion, a joke about breasts, a kidnapping and a poignant argument about the identity of a Jewish ninja. Fast forward nearly 3 years and a fruit has grown from the tree of silliness. That fruit goes by the name of IO/YU. I am loathe to reveal too much about the project so I will leave you with the following suggestion.
Little did I know that the cantankerous old bastard that we call life would somehow contrive to throw up a million obstacles for a number of us that have been involved in the project. I have since relocated to a quiet life in Amsterdam, gotten married and embraced baking, the gym and IKEA. If embracing something is defined as swearing a great deal about it. I had happily settled into my life as an expatriate housewife when rock came and knocked at my door once more. It was the knock in the form of this video in my inbox. Quite frankly, it blew me away.
This is the first of the English songs written by yours truly for Frog’n’Dog. When Mariusz offered me the project he sent me away with a CD with a vocal line recorded and gave me free rein to feel in the gaps. This song, ‘Seventh Circle’, jumped out at me like a flasher in a public park. I wrote the text to the imagery the music provided for me. The opening forty seconds of this song painted a picture inside my head that was too strong for me to ignore. Now sit back, turn your volume up to maximum, press play and nod your head. And if you like it, share it, as if your life depends on you. Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Frog’n’Dog.
When I turned thirty-two years old I believed that life had passed me by. That most of my dreams were destined to remain unfulfilled, and that I had to somehow find a way to carry on regardless. One of those dreams was a dream shared by millions of people who sing, dance and scream on this glorious ball of mud and molten lava which we call home. And that dream is called rock and roll.
The biggest obstacle in the way of my dream was the fact that when I sing I sound like a hippopotamus giving birth on the banks of the Zambezi river, when I play the few chords on the guitar which I know the neighbourhood dogs start jumping from their balconies and when I break dance I, well, erm, break stuff. The only thing which ever gave me any hope was my love for words.
A few months ago I had an invitation to meet a singer who had just started recording a rock album with his band here in Poland. All I knew was that he was looking for help to make an English album. I was curious, but also apprehensive as I really didn’t have any idea what I was letting myself in for. However the fire, the dream, the sheer minute possibility that it could happen was enough motivation to kick me up the arse and get me to meet him. We ate, drank, talked, drank, talked and listened to his album. Within thirty seconds of listening to the first song I had a big smile on my face. After the third track I recall whispering to my fiancée one simple word, ‘fuck yes!’
The band go by the name of ‘Frog’n’Dog’, which incidentally is the apt nicknames of the singer and the guitarist. They are currently putting the finishing touches to their debut Polish album. As far as the plan goes, in the summer they will record the English album, which they will release this coming autumn. In the meantime they are starting to play gigs here in Poland before they set out to conquer Europe.
This is the beginning of a journey which I am absolutely delighted to be joining them on. Never in my dreams did I ever expect that I would ever work with such a group of fantastic musicians on a project with amazing potential. 2013 in the chinese calendar is the year of ‘Frog’n’Dog’. Don’t just take my word for it, check them out.