Below is a new song called Home. As per, we’ve recorded a live version in The Nook, which is a soundproofed music room that was once a garage, one of those garages that is part of the house, a thing that was a thing apparently when the house was built in the sixties. When we first looked at the house we were told some people around here had made their’s into a kid’s bedroom/playroom or the like. Us being us, we wanted a music playroom, so that’s what we did, the first space in our new home we sorted, because.
Since then we’ve been mad busy on the rest of the house, a complete overhaul, both of us pretty fixed on the idea of a forever home, something true to us, a home that has each space particular to who we are. It goes without saying that Dean has an ironing room, complete with a sound system rigged with seventies Wharfedale speakers (charity shop find, of course) and a view over the street, so as he irons to The Supremes he can wave to the neighbours.
Tangent - we had been in this house two days, and as we tried cutting the front lawn with a little pair of shears (we were skint, no funding for a BnQ trip) a neighbour appeared at the end of the drive with a lawnmower - Here, he said, You look like you need this. And this, we have found, is what it’s like here, small gestures that mean a lot. Community.
And back to the story. After two years wait, Beth nearly has a kitchen. Hurray! (Overheard conversation) Beth’s Mum - Has Dean fitted the sink yet? Beth - No. Beth’s Mum - Oh.
In the song you’ll hear Beth telling of how much we miss home when we’re out and about. This feels a good thing. Feels like it’s where we belong. But right now we have what can only be described as an ache for the other too - gigs, shindigs, get-togethers… those things we took for granted before. Community. That unthinking feeling of being part of something other. Meanwhile, we’re going to keep singing, fit the sink, and look forward to that other. Never again to take such simple freedoms for granted.
Be safe. Be kind. Party like fudge when this is all over.
Love, harmonies, cwtch
Kootch x