I write to you from the surprisingly sunny hills of west Yorkshire. I say surprisingly because before this morning the hills have been very much playing to stereotype, and hiding themselves behind great clouds of mist and, icy sheets of rain.
Me and the rest of family Wild are here on our summer holidays, having nobly decided to lend our ocean cruiser, and little island in the Bahamas, to somebody else.   

Back home my recording got as far as a piano track and, about twenty slightly gravelly vocal takes. None of the latter were particularly definitive unfortunately, although I did decide to keep nearly all of them, mostly due to an irrational fear of deleting things.
I was also working on a another song, one I wrote ages ago, rewriting and rerecording the bass line, (yet again,) and then trying to record the drums at about 11pm the night before we left.
I didn't get particularly close to finishing either song, but I was still going post a link of the recordings so you could hear them. Unfortunately though I can't find the memory stick i put them on anywhere! I'm getting a nasty feeling i may have left it at home. Sorry.

Louis. 

Despite my horror at discovering I'd held the camera the wrong way up during the Paul McCartney photo shoot, (see perry's post below.) What was even more embarrassing, was when the former Beatle tripped up on one of my ever multiplying collection of shoes, and broke his little toe. Mind you it wasn't all bad, as McCartney's fall did uncover half a slice of chocolate cake, that I was delighted to see again, particularly as i hadn't eaten since Breakfast.   

In other news...

I'm afraid I have developed a bit of an obsession with Agatha Christie novels, and the symptoms are getting so out of hand, that I've even begun to get song ideas from them!
Last week I was struggling with lyrics, and one pesky bit of melody, for a song about the Orient Express. I finally finished the first draft yesterday though, with a little help from my wee brother, so this evening I plan on visiting W!LD studios, (ie my bedroom,) and doing a spot of recording.
Wish me Luck!



Louis.
Ps If it turns out ok I'll post the recording up on the blog:)

So here’s what happened,

Louis was taking some publicity shots for Paul McCartney up in the W!LD den* and he didn’t realise he was holding the camera the wrong way. What would have been a lovely portrait of Macca ended up being a picture of his bedroom floor (hence the background for this blog… tidy innit?).

So to distract from this highly embarrassing state of affairs I have constructed a game from the clobber. I’m gonna make a list of some of the tat and if you can find all the items on it we’ll send you a free demo of some relatively coherent tunage (by us, not Paul). Ready?

GO!

Can you spot:

A broken ocarina *cries*

A cassette marked “very old tape” (specificity fail!)

2 books by Karl Coryat

The worst pancake EVER

Things for deadening a drum (what poor folk use anyway)

W!LDs net earnings for 2012 (I wish I was joking)

God (be creative with this one)

Happy hunting!

Perry (the cool moody one)

Ps: Don’t believe we’re on first name terms with Paul McCartney? Try playing You Know My Name (Look Up The Number) backwards… go on

*To prove he’s not dead like