Hello bloggers.
I only partially know why it's taken so long for me to blog about this experience, but the important thing is that the time is now.
Basically, my friend Jack told me that Absolute Radio were running a competition to win tickets to Isle of Wight festival. To win them, you had to recreate a song by one of the headlining bands using only household objects. So that's exactly what I did. I thought "hmm, that could be interesting", as I'd already dabbled in household percussion on my track "Sounds Like Breakfast". I started out doing "All My Life" by the Foo Fighters using things like scissors, deodorant, mugs, general cutlery and a load of other things. My recording session started at about 11pm, and then carried on in to the early hours of the morning. The only thing that stopped me doing another one was a mouse running across my kitchen floor during the session (I record in my kitchen or living room late at night so I don't wake anyone up). That was *joyful*.
I woke up the next morning to a phonecall from my dad to say he'd just heard my entry on the Christian O'Connell Breakfast Show and that they were ranting and raving about me "being a star" and "being better than Glee" etc. That was amazing, actually. I knew my entry wasn't bad, but I didn't expect that much attention from it! Not only did the people at Absolute Radio spend that day sharing my entry all over the Facebook and Twitter pages, they tweeted me asking if I would be able to do another one, as they'd love to hear what else I could do!
Naturally, I got to work straight away, pulling out the hairdrier and the cellotape to mimic the guitars in "Sex on Fire" by the Kings of Leon. This one didn't take as long, as the ball was already rolling with the general household object tomfoolery. I managed to record this one before nightfall so I could get an ordinary nights sleep.
Next morning, I woke up again, now thinking "Mm, I wonder if they'll play it?". Absolute Radio confirmed this general musing, as I turned on the radio literally a second before they started playing my rendition of the KOL song. Absolutely ecstatic (geddit?), I called my mum to tell her the good news just as Christian O'Connell confirmed that I'd won the tickets to Isle of Wight Festival.
As if that wasn't enough, I got a phonecall from the radio station asking for an interview live on air! Madness! On Saturday, I had been sitting outside making music technology revision material, by Tuesday morning I'd had roughly half an hour of radio airtime! I won't lie, it was an amazing time to be me.
The tickets arrived on Wednesday morning, but they didn't. The bloody postman didn't ring the doorbell, so they slipped one of their "Sorry, we called while you were out" cards through the door. Stupid man. However, my good old mother went down to the post office and told them what it was for and they said "Sam Togwell? Absolute Radio? We heard her yesterday morning! Well done!" and then handed over the tickets 24 hours before they said we could pick them up. It's amazing how the tiniest bit of fame can lead to such corruption in the post office :P
I think that's roughly it. Now exams are over, I'm trying to overcome my writer's block to write some banging stuff to put out there.
Video killed the radio star? B*££0cks
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