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I was down with Simone at my Mum’s today on one of our regular visits as part of the mutual soup exchange programme we have and to pick up a couple of small slabs of smoked haddock from the fish van she’d got for us. As always we were gabbing and reminiscing and my Mum got out a couple of photo albums to show Simone some family history.
One of them had a collection of pictures of my Dad with his golf cups and some snaps of him with his mates on various golf courses. My dad was an avid golfer but had taken it up very late. He was good, in fact very good, and in all honesty if he’d taken it up earlier could have been edging on Pro status. He tried to get me into it but lack of patience and that father/son “I’ll not like what you like” teenage stance set me against it. For him it was an immense relief from the garage business and all the associated stress and pressures he had that I didn’t fully appreciate back then. Our mutual big thing was football.
During the 70’s my Dad had taken me down to London on the train to watch Scotland against England at Wembley. We had a few trips down, needless to say all were disappointing if not humiliating but the bonding sessions were unforgettable as I saw a very different side to my Dad. Football brought us together and all the alpha dynamics were forgotten at games.
In March 1988 I was booked to play a couple of shows in the Channel Islands with Marillion as part of a ‘Benson and Hedges’ music festival and decided to repay him. He had never been on the road with me only attending individual gigs throughout the years. He’d heard the stories and I knew he loved the ‘tales from the big bus’ (although there was some “tut tutting” and lowered eye brows at some recollections). My Dad was maybe a middle aged, middle class “boring” garage owner from Dalkeith but I also knew he had a great sense of adventure and a twinkle in his eye seen in old photos from his days in the REME in Kenya on national service that had been eclipsed by family demands.
With the help of my old friend John Cavanagh we set it up for my Dad to come down for a weekend with us in Jersey and told him to bring his golf clubs. He was up for it and excited at a chance to get away with me.
We all arrived in Jersey on the same flight; the band, the crew, my dad and I. We were ushered into the customs area, bags searched and all interrogated by officers. My Dad, golf bag over his shoulder sailed through unchallenged. We all looked at each other on the other side of the glass and realised we could have given him a stash.
Hotel, check in, dinner and what was a night off. Not for me and my Dad. Unbeknownst to him it had all been set up and we were going out for a show that was part of the weekend festival. He still didn’t realise until we got to the venue that we were in fact going to see his all-time hero, ‘James Last and his orchestra’. It was all totally ‘secret squirrel’ and even when I put the sticky ‘access all areas’ pass on his jacket it still hadn’t fully clicked.
To put this in context. My Dad was one of the biggest James Last fans in the galaxy and subjected me to endless repeats of his 8 tracks as we drove to Hibs matches or anywhere really. One particular adventure was our first ever family car tour through Europe in the early 70’s where James Last and his orchestra seemed to be the equivalent of cultural waterboarding to this particular progressive rock fan. Only Frank Sinatra, the occasional Carpenters album and a smattering of Beatles ‘greatest hits’ kept me from harming myself in the back seat of his Mercedes.
And here I was in Jersey with my Dad watching a live performance of a man I considered a Teutonic Satan as a teenager – and it was truly brilliant. My dad was in heaven. James Last I could only admire as a showman working a band that were pro/ talented/in the groove and totally on the money. Maybe through my Dad’s eyes and ears I was catching them from a wildly different perspective or maybe I’d just grown up and was seeing them as fellow musicians. I’d thought I’d be outside for most of the show drawing on my free B and H’s or in the bar but I watched the entire show and applauded wildly with my dad at the end of the gig. He was close to tears as he had never seen the orchestra before.
And the ‘hits’ kept on coming.
After show we hung around in the auditorium and then headed backstage for what my Dad thought was a couple of Bacardis before heading back to the hotel. When he was introduced to James Last the smile was incandescent and he was as happy as I had ever seen him. It was only a short introduction, the backstage glimmer, the deep handshake a few words and an exit as James was surrounded by admirers and fans as one would expect.
Back at the hotel my Dad and I were Number 1’s at the end of the bar holding court and I was tempering our curve as there was more to come.
An hour or so later James Last entered the building and took up a table. He was staying in the same hotel. That was our cue and I took my Dad over to the company, glass in hand, him full of cool and reintroduced them. As they’d already met and bottles were well cracked there was a meeting on the square and my Dad settled into conviviality easily with his musical idol. He was introduced to another member of the company, Tommy Horton, the professional golfer, then a Jersey resident. And that was when the cracker was pulled. “Dad we’ve arranged you’ll be going out tomorrow afternoon for a round with James and Tommy”. I’ve never seen anyone try and supress the amount of excitement my Dad was feeling at that time and stay so calm. He was beautiful.
His cool then was nothing compared to later in the day when we met before the show after his round.
“How did you get on Dad, fun time?” ( hoping it wasn’t England/Scotland Wembley scenario)
“Pretty good” (nothing given away but a slight smile)
“Did you win?” (knowing James Last was a serious golfer and Tommy a pro)
“yes” ( him starting to burst into full smile)
“ You just beat James Last and Tommy Horton?” (me incredulous)
“Yes” ( we both burst out laughing)
We delivered a hug to each other befitting of 2 grizzlies and I felt so proud of him. It was one of those moments, forever remembered, and never repeated, it happened, a spike in the glory tales. You could not have written the script.
My dad beat James Last at golf!!! And Tommy Horton the island golf pro!!
And that is the story behind this photograph. More important to me than the show; with all due respect to the Channel Islanders to whom it was more than memorable ( Hullo Will Smith 😉 ) to a lot of people and someday I really want to get back there.
To tie the circle. A friend of mine in the States has sent me a reconditioned 8 track player this week and as I lie with arm in sling for the next 4 weeks plus I will delight in racking those old James Last tapes in and thinking about Jersey and when my Dad cuffed the maestro and holed an unforgettable moment.
Three and a half hours at Edinburgh Royal infirmary today being assessed for my forthcoming shoulder operation.Endless questionnaires, blood tests and all the pre op trimmings before a meeting with the surgeon. I’m scheduled in for the 13th which thankfully is a Monday but the bad news kept on coming today.
I needed the calm of the waiting room and a few pints of water from the cooler to get my blood pressure down and hydrate after a couple of whiskies too many the night before when a shit grenade went off. The pin was pulled by some usual suspects from afar but Simone and I took the impact as intended targets. It rocked us but we’re too strong to let it get us down. Regular incoming we’ve come to expect over the years we have been together and when all is ranted and done it isn’t really our problem. I had other more important things to deal with next day.
My blood pressure was normal by the time they ran the tests and I met the surgeon feeling relatively calm about the forthcoming operation. This was the first time I was to be fully briefed about the
problem which I had been told a few months ago was a torn tendon. The scans on the screen made little sense to me but the diagnosis that followed certainly did. It wasn’t what I expected.
The “torn” tendon is actually completely detached from my arm and required bone shaving, pins and pulled over to be “glued” to the new anchors. That was one of the tears. There’s another on the other side of the joint and a possible tear on the left shoulder as well. I listened in soft shock.The word “pain” kept recurring.
It turns out my condition is worse than was originally diagnosed and the 6 month recovery could actually be 12 with no promises and a diary of excruciating physio appointments.I could opt out and put up with this existing painful condition with no power in my right shoulder for the rest of my life but I’ve decided to go for it and take the consequences, bite the bullet and accept the advice of my surgeon who is one of the finest in her field and who won me over by saying I am young enough to have a great chance of a full recovery.
I’m nervous and to be absolutely honest a bit scared at what I have elected to sign on for. This ain’t gonna be easy by any stretch of the imagination and it’s going to bite me hard and long.
In the last month I ,together with Simone have stopped smoking and we have been attending a gym in Edinburgh with a personal trainer twice a week. Mike Heatley has done wonders to help strengthen my back and develop my core muscles again. It’s the first time I’ve been at a gym for years and I’m so feeling the benefits. I’ve been using this window between operations to prepare myself and in all honesty will miss the sessions as I move into the initial healing period with my rotator cuff problem.God only knows how this will affect the writing of the album. I’m hopeful I’ll get a chance to alow the cogs to turn and pontificate on ideas and directions. I’m going to miss my right hand and my keyboard musings are most definitely going to take a lot longer and be a lot more frustrating.
I’m going to miss being involved in the garden for which Simone and I ordered all the seed and gubbings for the other day. The first 4 weeks will be hellish, sleeping upright a nightmare for which I’m going to need a lot of chemical help. It can be done and I’ll be all the better for it in the long run.
The shit grenades I am sure will continue to be thrown and I know I’ll take quite a few sniper attacks in the coming months. Bring it on! I have a strong loving lady with me by my side without whom I most definitely couldn’t deal with all this and the two of us are going to get through this together and in style. As for the doubters, the underminers, the “unlikers” and the cynics- this circle is unbroken.
We are family here. And we are strong.
It’s been all quiet on the Northern front so far this year. After a traditional Hogmanay with great friends and neighbours we fell into the doldrums of that post partying/ pre work zone malaise and both Simone and I were clobbered with a virus. I honestly thought I had avian flu that I’d picked up as bad karma from plucking pheasants or from the bird feeders. Extreme swinging temperatures, tight chest, shallow breathing and sleeping over 16 hours a day kiboshed me for nearly a week. Getting back into the office groove was difficult and I wasn’t operating on all cylinders until last Monday. Liam returned from holidays in Poland snowboarding with his Dad and I was back to early morning school runs in mild shock trying to get my bearings on the year ahead.
2016 had completely thrown me and plans that should have been initiated and moving forward had all stalled. The replacement dates for the ‘Childhood’ tour closely followed by my father’s passing and then seriously deteriorating back issues in the summer that resulted in the operation late in the year meant my heid was full of chocolate frogs for long periods and I just couldn’t focus on anything creative. I should have been halfway through writing ‘Weltschmerz’ but I’m sitting here in January in a slight panic realising there’s a mountain to be moved.
My shoulder has worsened since the back operation as muscle groups realign and my body adjusts to its new upright position. Sleep is broken and I toss and turn like a live prawn on a Japanese hot plate in the night. I’m still waiting on the date for the operation and have been told there are delays on my hospital appointment which was pencilled in for February. I’d already cancelled all open air work this summer and first week of January I had to phone my new agent in Hamburg and tell him to postpone all work in Europe until 2018. With my right arm completely immobilised for 4 weeks and then 6 weeks painful physio as part of a 6 month recovery that requires a lot of careful attention I decided that to deal with writing and recording the album and aiming at an Autumn tour was too much to take on.
The good news is that I have been given the all clear on my spine and tomorrow I head to the gym in Edinburgh to start work with a personal trainer. The idea is to use the window between the operations to get some semblance of fitness in my back and legs and set myself up for the shoulder recovery. With all that’s happened in the last year there’s been a definitive wake up on my approach to health and lifestyle and having lost so much time in 2016 the original idea of a 2018 retirement from music has to be moved slightly back.
This year I will be concentrating on writing and recording which hopefully won’t be too much affected by the shoulder recovery. Calum Malcolm is mixing the live material recorded in Warsaw from the ‘Farewell to Childhood’ tour and is mastering the Berlin show for a DVD which will be part of the package scheduled for release in early March. I’ll also be working on the remasters for ‘Vigil’, ‘Internal Exile’, ‘Suits’ and ‘Songs from the Mirror’ throughout the year during the writing sessions for ‘Weltschmerz’ in order to fund the project as obviously without the expected live income from the summer there’s a shortfall. I won’t be able to invest in any vinyl releases on the remasters this year as the outlay is too expensive.
The UK tour in December will be the only live dates this year. With a fair wind and a bit of luck I’ll have the ‘Weltschmerz’ album in hand by then. If for some reason not I’ll follow the same tack as with ‘Feast’ and will be playing tracks prior to recording but in all honesty it should be in the can.
As with the ‘Misplaced Childhood’ farewell shows I plan this to be the first and last time I’ll be playing ‘Clutching at Straws’ in its entirety and that means a first time out the box for ‘Tux On’, ‘Going Under’ and ‘Just for the Record’ all of which will be rearranged for the tour.
The European tour will be set up for March 2018 onwards and there will be a few UK dates added to that section. At the moment there are no plans for North and South America but I am open to offers that make sense. With another £100 added to the cost of US work visas in recent months and the new administration tightening controls I’m sad to say a North American tour is highly improbable.
The most important project this year is the ‘Weltschmerz’ album. Mark Wilkinson already has images in mind; I have the seeds of a couple of lyrics, Steve Vantsis is primed and there are a couple of musicians in the wings that could play influential roles. I now have to start bringing it all together. I’m sure this is going to be an interesting year and the time is right for the subject matter. It has to be special and as you know well from my history this album won’t be released until I am sure it is.
Blue Monday for some Happy Monday for others. Here are the UK ‘Weltschmerz – Clutching at Straws 2017’ tour dates for December with tickets going on sale tomorrow at the venues and on Seetickets , Eventim and at The Gig Cartel
Fri 8 Leeds University
Sat 9 Manchester o2 Ritz
Sun 10 Leamington Assembly
Tue 12 Cardiff Tramshed
Wed 13 Bristol o2 Academy
Fri 15 London Islington Assembly
Sat 16 London Islington Assembly
Tues 19 Cambridge Corn Exchange
Wed 20 Newcastle Wylam Brewery
Thurs 21 Glasgow o2 ABC
These are the only dates this year as because of my shoulder operation next month with the extensive recovery period and my commitments to writing and recording the new ‘Weltschmerz’ album I decided to postpone all European touring until Spring 2018.
The set list for this tour will include a full performance of the ‘Clutching at Straws’ album on it’s 30th anniversary and as with the ‘2015-16 Farewell to Childhood’ tour will be it’s final full outing.
More news to follow
I was taking a wander around the garden today armed with my trusty Polish licensed air rifle having seen a rather large rat scuttling below the bird feeders yesterday. I couldn’t but help notice roses in full bloom and green shoots peeking out of the dark muck. It was minus 5 about a week ago and 10 degrees today, now dipping into full bore on the wood burning stove territory.
I remember way back during the ‘Feast’ sessions a bit of a kerfuffle occurring on these pages as the global warming deniers rallied and ranted when I voiced my opinions. The “is he? isn’t he?” question about the president elect and the Paris agreement as Mr Trump performs more U turns on the issue than a taxi driver in the middle of an inner city riot sprung to mind.
Scrolling down to the depths of media web pages below the gory and provocative headlines I’ve noticed more and more proclamations from those once cast as ‘doom mongers who are now presenting information that’s hard to ignore and who are being slightly more resentfully respected these days.
Some of the pronouncements are rather scary. Areas of ice the size of India melting away, entire species on the brink of extinction and others struggling to cope with even a degree of temperature rise in their natural habitats. The jokey news item about how squid could replace our traditional battered cod and haddock in the traditional fish supper as the waters around this confused island warm and shift our shiny silver friends towards colder climes. Droughts and famine, floods and flames and storms out of the blue, we can still raise a smile at a Saudi skating along a snow packed highway as he shouts with glee at the new experience.
Against the savagery and overwhelming sadness in the Middle East and beyond, the posturing of babbling politicians and lawyers deciphering the “will of the people” , the cacophony of gibbering tweets from the new dank swamp and the whirling counters of this unholy Rapture that has gripped a World that seems to be creating new man made catastrophes every day, the ominous eventuality of our planet expiring through ecological reasons is the second bullet in a “double tap” suicide.
And what’s provoked me to write this?
I jogged a mouse onto the Amazon ‘Feast of Consequences’ reviews last night and was interested in the reviews for once. Not the ‘positives’ but the ‘negatives’. One of them delivered this-
“Even on the better songs Fish usual gift for a sharp lyric seems to have deserted him a bit e.g “We should have talked about the weather a bit more seriously,”
I smelled the open rose, came inside from the garden and locked away the gun in it’s cabinet. The rat can have another day scuttling around on this planet and I thank him for the inspiration.
As you’d expect the preorders for ‘Field of Crows’ ,’Moveable Feast’ and the t shirt offer with the remasters have proved highly popular. The mail order service has been inundated with orders and as such we are running out of some sizes in some designs.
Because the automatic stock counters on the service are taking so many simultaneous hits there have been a few incidents where some shirt sizes have not been immediately recognised as “sold out”. Elspeth has tried to contact people where this has happened but with the office running at full tilt it has become difficult to “backtrack” and some people despite being sent e mails haven’t responded.
I have decided that should this problem be encountered and sizes of some designs are sold out then we will send out an alternative t shirt in the size originally requested. If you find that your size is completely unavailable then I suggest you take advantage of the free offer and order it for Christmas for a friend.
The offer is “as stocks last” and as we are not reprinting any of these designs I hope you appreciate and understand that there are limited numbers of some t shirts.
All the orders for ‘Field of Crows’ without ‘Moveable Feast’ are now in the post and when ‘Feast’ arrives tomorrow we will start to send out those orders. Our focus is to get the preorders out first and these will all be packed and in the post before the weekend.
To answer a couple of questions.
When your preorder is notified as “completed” it means we have received and processed the package with the other items in your order and it is just waiting on the new titles to be added.
Remasters and ‘Moveable Feast’ bought on Amazon are not subject to the free t shirt offer which is only available on fishheadsclub.com
Please take time and make sure your order is correct and be patient as we have had some multiple orders when people have kept hitting the “send” key ( It’s an easy mistake. I did it myself on the Hibernian site the other day when I bought the new Scottish Cup final DVD twice. The extra one is now a Christmas present for someone 🙂 )
The last postage date for a guaranteed delivery before Christmas is the 15th December and after that a signed for delivery is the best way to make sure anything arrives if you need it for a gift.
To give you an idea of the workload the photo shows one side of the control room with packages waiting to be filled with ‘Feast’ albums when they arrive tomorrow.
Available to pre order now and released on December 5th the new remaster of ‘Field of Crows’ and ‘Moveable Feast tour Europe 2013-2015’ with free t shirts offer.
We are now taking orders on fishheadsclub.com for 2 new releases that will be available from December 5th.
‘Field of Crows’ is the next in the remaster collection and features a brand new remix of the original album by Chris Kimsey together with live tracks and demos all mastered by Calum Malcolm. The 3 cd collection is packaged in a hardback cover containing 48 pages of artwork and photos designed by Mark Wilkinson with over 7000 words of sleeve notes by Fish and is available for £16.99 plus VAT and postage and packing. A full track listing is available on the website.
‘Moveable Feast tour Europe 2013-2015’ is a 4 CD collection mastered by Calum Malcolm taking in a full show from Karlsruhe with Foss Paterson on keyboards from October 2013 and a complete performance from Wurzburg in October 2014 with John Beck on keyboards. This title is also a hardback cover booklet with 20 pages of photos and extensive sleeve notes by Fish and is available for £16.99 plus VAT and postage and packaging. The full extensive track listing from both shows can be found on the website.
Free T Shirt offer
A free T shirt is being given away with orders for any 2 of the following albums – remastered ‘Field of Crows’, ‘Sunsets on Empire’, Raingods with Zippos’, ‘Fellini Days’ and the ‘Moveable Feast’ live album.
Buy any 4 of the remasters/live choices and get 2 free t shirts, 6 get 3 shirts etc
This offer also applies to the deluxe version of ‘Feast of Consequences’ where a free t shirt is being given away with every order. An order for ‘Feast of Consequences ‘ Deluxe version should be made separately from any remasters order as the shop is not configured for the combination.
The t shirts available in the free offer are the Moveable Feast tour shirt, black Feast tour shirt, X Ray Fish, Thistle Alley, Feast of Consequences white tree, Fish portrait charcoal and blue long sleeved birds shirt, the ladies t shirt, Fishheads club polo, Scottish tour, blue Fishheads and black Fishheads club t’s and the “stay calm..” blue and red t shirts. ( details and sizes are on the website shop)
Select the t shirt from the links given that you would like and add it to your order as you normally would when purchasing and it will be sent to you free of charge with the 2 titles you have ordered from the albums on offer.
For example. Order ‘Crows’ and ‘Sunsets’ and a medium size ‘Thistle Alley’ t shirt and the albums plus relevant tax and postage will be charged with the t shirt registering as free and sent out with your order.
Order ‘Moveable Feast’ live , ‘Raingods’, Sunsets’ and ‘Fellini Days’ remasters and add ‘X Ray Fish’ large and “ladies T shirt’ small to your order and the 4 albums will be charged plus relevant tax and postage with the 2 t shirts registering as free and sent out with your order.
T shirts are only available while stocks last and this T shirt offer is only available on the fishheadsclub.com mail order service
Preorders are being taken now and will be given priority when orders are processed and sent out on December 5th.
With temperatures dropping a man has to look after his head and I decided with all this heavy frost today a Dr Zhivago moment was apt.The furry bonnet is Russian and belonged to my dad who bought it in Berlin in 1994 at Checkpoint Charlie 10 years after I’d been there during the ‘Childhood ‘ recordings and 16 years after my first ever visit. He’d been out there with my mum visiting my then in laws and my she gave the hat to me a couple of weeks ago.Happy memories and perfect timing.
Normally at this point in the year Elspeth is constantly reminding me about Christmas card designs and I admit that in recent years my card writing has been wanting, to say the least, due in the main to tours grinding right up to the start of the holidays.
Last night I reminded myself and found what I thought would make a great shot for the cover.This morning with a sharper eye I pressed the delete button but had an inkling that somewhere in the file I had opened there was a contender for the card.
By accident I came across a photo I’d taken in Krakow last year on a visit to the Wieliczka Salt Mine when I was there for the rescheduled Polish show. In the depths of the mine the workers excavated a huge chamber which they turned into St Kinga’s chapel and carved religious reliefs into the rock. The massive space is lit by crowds of chandeliers made from salt and contribute to a dramatic and beautiful experience.
I saw the chandelier image and opened the file to find that this particular chandelier was illuminating nativity scenes and you can quite clearly see the 3 kings carved into the rock face.It couldn’t have been more fitting and I was really chuffed to find it and hand it to Elspeth to get to the printers in perfect time for getting them signed and sent out.
It’s been a busy week crossing the t’s and dotting the i’s with everything to do with the new releases. Identifying any glitches and setting up the ‘distribution’ for what we expect to be a huge rush of orders in the run up to Christmas has taken a lot of thought. John Reid has been sorting out the web site and mail order pages to make sure the remaster/’Feast’ T shirt offer works smoothly and it looks like it will be up and running by tomorrow night. An announcement will be made here and on the website when it’s working and can take preorders so please hold off until then.
My back is getting better slowly but surely and I had to remind myself to take it easy at the weekend after slightly overdoing it on the Friday. Mark and Julie Wilkinson were up and I spent a lot of time recumbent on the couch letting things settle again while we talked all things ‘Weltschmerz’ and Mark threw his ideas onto the table. It seems we are both working towards the same goal from different sides and we were both getting quite excited about the project despite it being in very early stages. I admit to getting quite inspired from our conversations and I could sense the monkeys on the typewriters in my head chattering away more than normal.
Fine wines, food and company in front of the fire listening to Leonard Cohen, Caravan, Japan and Free on crackling vinyl. What more do we need?
It must have been a sign of our age as phones were mostly ignored all weekend and we completely forgot to take a selfie ! 🙂
The back settled down and I paid more attention to physio in the last few days. It’s a lot stronger but still in recovery and I have a visit to the hospital to see the surgeon on Saturday. I’m still not driving and haven’t been out the house, apart from in the garden, since the operation.By the time I get down to the Polish barbers I’ll have a beard that could get me a gig at Jenner’s Store as Santa.
I’m still frustrated at not being able to contribute much in the house but Simone has been doing a wonderful job looking after me. I must admit to not missing the school runs and getting an extra hour under the duvet although I feel guilty when I hear the hiss of deicer and the rumbling of windscreen wipers over knobbly frozen glass through the window. I’ll make up for it.
Phone calls to agents and promoters are setting up a European tour in October and November with a UK tour being booked for December. It gets my heart racing a bit when I think about it as a tour means having the new album written and recorded, promotion carousels and finding a band. A lot to sort out in time that is more fleeting by the moment.
Somewhere in all that I have a shoulder operation and a letter from the NHS yesterday is setting up that particular showdown for roughly 12 weeks away. I think what I am dealing with just now is a dawdle compared to what is coming at me in the next months
If the results are the same as what I am experiencing from the spine op I’ll be a happy man indeed.
Tonight is a log fire, a chunk of chicken and home grown mashed tatties with cabbage, a goblet of wine and settle down on the couch to start series 2 of ‘The Blacklist’, out preferred eye candy of choice just now. I’m just glad I’m not out there in the freezing ice and fog on a tour bus curled around a warm roadie just now.
To my compadres out there on the road tonight, happy trails and remember getting there safe and sound is more important than a late arrival. The gig will always be there.
‘Fishheads Club Live’ DVD price reduction
I’m in the process of re jigging the fishheadsclub.com website with John Reid in preparation for the launch of the ‘Field of Crows’ remaster and the ‘Moveable Feast’ live album in conjunction with the t shirt offer with the existing remasters. As part of the new offers leading up to Christmas the ‘Fishheads Club’ live , double DVD has been reduced today to £14.99 plus VAT and postage/ packaging
‘Feast of Consequences’ deluxe version T shirt offer
We’ve been undergoing a major shake up of our stock cupboard in recent weeks which has been creaking at the seams after the Fishheadsclub Germany stock returned from Karlsruhe.
That stock included a few hundred ‘Feast’ deluxe versions that I thought would have sold through the German website and which have added to our remaining stock here at the Studio.
I’ve decided that the 2500 deluxe versions we have left are the last to be manufactured and as such are now the remainder of a limited edition of 12500. The extremely high cost of low number production runs and the 20% increase in costs brought about by the current value of sterling ( the books are printed and put together in Europe) have made further manufacturing impossible to consider.
Despite now being an attractive limited edition I am still carrying a lot of stock and have decided that at the same time as the offers of a free t shirt for 2 of the remasters I am going to extend it for a limited period and while t shirt stocks last to the deluxe version of ‘Feast of Consequences’.
In short, buy a deluxe version of ‘Feast of Consequences’ and get a free t shirt!
Details on how to get this offer and the offer on buying the remastered albums including the 2 new titles will be on the fishheadsclub.com website before the weekend.
This offer will only be available on the fishheadsclub.com website and not on any purchases through Amazon