What Katy Did Next

Turn On Yer Fleshy Spoons

2010-12-08T18:00:00.000Z

Recorded on 21.8.90. We drooled and dribbled as we turned on yer fleshy spoons. "You can't do that", you said, "do it again".

Paul Moller - amplified acoustic guitar, vocals
Mr. Rudeforth - tapes
Trev Simpson - bass
Grant Ardis - drums

Drool And Dribble
Turn On Yer Fleshy Spoons
You Can't Do That
Do It Again

http://www.archive.org/details/TurnOnYerFleshySpoons

Mad Opera

2010-12-08T17:35:00.004Z

And once again we brought the madness to The Adelphi Club in Hull. The owner Paul Jackson should be given credit for always giving us a gig when we asked him for one. I was banned from there on at least three occasions for being a drunken lunatic but always got back in. Recorded live on 17.8.90.

Paul Moller - guitar, bass on Electricity, vocals
Mr. Rudeforth - tapes
Trev Simpson - bass, guitar on Electricity
Grant Ardis - drums

Electricity
Tenderly
Mean To Me/Drool And Dribble
Mad Opera
New Original Mares' Lemon

http://www.archive.org/details/MadOpera

Blue Creek

2010-12-08T17:29:00.002Z

A forty odd minute completely mental version of Captain Beefhearts' Electricity I hear you ask. Certainly Sir, that will do nicely. Electrickery indeed. Recorded on 14.8.90. There is nothing else I can say or would possibly want to say about this, just listen and believe.

Paul Moller - amplified acoustic guitar, bass on Electricity, vocals
Mr. Rudeforth - tapes
Trev Simpson - bass, guitar on Electricity and Blue Creek
Grant Ardis - drums

Electricity
Blue Creek
Mean To Me

http://www.archive.org/details/BlueCreek

Heavy Petting

2010-12-08T17:18:00.002Z

Mean To Me was improvised out of thin air, well the air must have been pretty thick for it to come out but it did. Trevs' Dad was doing some work outside and he needed to come in to get water but we told him that if we were playing that he must not interrupt us. He waited until the last note of Mean To Me had only just died down and came rushing in and was not best pleased so thanks to him after all these years that he waited. Recorded on 7.8.90. Trev and I did not swap guitar and bass on this rehearsal so this is pure for sure. Mr. Rudeforth used a lot of stuff by the evangelist Billy Graham, we thought of it as turning the shit around and throwing it back in their faces. Mr. R. was asked at least once if we were a Christian band though, ha ha.

Paul Moller - amplified acoustic guitar, vocals
Mr. Rudeforth - tapes
Trev Simpson - bass
Grant Ardis - drums

Mean To Me
Heavy Petting
Squeeky Chair
An Empty Bottle
Billowing Gut

http://www.archive.org/details/HeavyPetting

Naked Throat Rhythm

2010-12-08T16:54:00.001Z

I'm not sure now after all these years how it happened but we started doing a version of Electricity by Captain Beefheart And The Magic Band that if anything was more manic than Beefhearts version. No mean feat I think you will agree. We were always into jazz in a big way and here are a couple of mess arounds with the chords to I Got Rhythm which Charlie Parker among many others based a few of his tunes on. This was resorded on 24.7.90.

Pauk Moller - amplified acoustic guitar, bass on Electricity, vocals
Mr. Rudeforth - tapes
Trev Simpson - bass, guitar on Electricity, harmonica
Grant Ardis - drums

Electricity
Throat
Naked Rhythm
Modulates
Rhythm And Clothes

http://archive.org/details/NakedThroatRhythm

Biblical Sex

2010-12-04T17:05:00.000Z

This rehearsal was recorded on 3.7.90. New Death Of The Original Mares' Foal is part of New Original Mares' Lemon which cuts off and goes into a version of The Death of M.F. which is quite possibly the last time we played it and certainly the only time we did it like this.

Paul Moller - amplified acoustic guitar, vocals
Mr. Rudeforth - tapes
Trev Simpson - bass
Grant Ardis - drums

Biblical Sex
Judgement In Hell
Gaping
New Death Of The Original Mares' Foal
Gagging
Driving Me Crazy

http://www.archive.org/details/BiblicalSex

Hot Air Assassination

2010-12-04T16:50:00.001Z

This was recorded on 19.6.90 in the back room at Trevs' house where we did most of our rehearsals under a curfew from the neighbours Len and May who were reasonably pleasant to our faces and told the neighbours how crap and noisy we were behind our backs. I started to play my acoustic guitar through an amp and cry baby wah wah pedal which added a nice new dimension to the sound. The great thing about the improvisations is that I don't try to sing (in the biblical sense).

Paul Moller - amplified acoustic guitar
Mr. Rudeforth - tapes
Trev Simpson - bass
Grant Ardis - drums

Hot Air Assassination
Moral Standards

http://www.archive.org/details/HotAirAssassination

Wobbly Bob

2010-12-04T16:35:00.001Z

I'm not sure what happened to this tape but there is something distinctly wobbly about the sound. I have included it despite the faults in sound quality because I want to feature as much of Grants' drumming as I possibly can. As usual he plays like a demon. Recorded live at The Adelphi Club in Hull on 5.6.90.

Paul Moller - guitar, bass on Long Time Gone, vocals
Mr. Rudeforth - tapes
Trev Simpson - bass, guitar on Do It Again and Long Time Gone
Grant 'The Demon' Ardis - drums

Driving Me Crazy
New Original Mares' Lemon
Do It Again
Long Time Gone

http://www.archive.org/details/WobblyBob

Diddley Dump

2010-12-04T16:20:00.000Z

Recorded live on 20.5.90. The boys rock The Adelphi Club in Hull again on only their second ever live outing. Crazy, baby.

Paul Moller - guitar, bass on Long Time Gone, vocals
Mr. Rudeforth - tapes
Trev Simpson - bass, guitar on Do It Again and Long Time Gone
Grant Ardis - drums

Driving Me Crazy
New Original Mares' Lemon
Do It Again
Long Time Gone
Diddley Dump

http://archive.org/details/DiddleyDump

He Forgives Her

2010-12-04T16:01:00.001Z

I had a really pleasant suprise when I started remastering the tapes from this version of the band after not hearing them for 20 years. I knew it would be good but didn't expect the quality of performance that I proudly present for your edification. The songs sung and the improvisations swung and stung. Recorded on 15.5.90.

Paul Moller - acoustic guitar, vocals
Mr Rudeforth - tapes
Trev Simpson - bass
Grant Ardis - drums

Something Else
He Forgives Her
Driving Me Crazy

http://archive.org/details/HeForgivesHer

Long Time Gone

2010-12-04T15:51:00.001Z

Recorded at The Adelphi Club in Hull on 22.4.90. This was the first gig with the new line-up, well a fragment of it anyway. The first two tunes are from the soundcheck. Notice the difference between the first version of Long Time Gone recorded at the soundcheck and the second one from the gig, the quality is not as good on the one from the gig but I included it because it fucking rocks! Here Grant shows why I used to rate him as one of the best drummers in the world.

Long Time Gone
Driving Me Crazy
Long Time Gone

http://archive.org/details/LongTimeGone

Dropped A Clanger

2010-12-04T15:33:00.003Z

I was really pissed off about Nick leaving because that line-up acheived the most success we had ever had and I felt there was a lot of potential there but once I got over it I just carried on as I always did. It turned out that in the grand scheme of things What Katy Did Next went up to a completely different level. I'm not sure what happened in the time between the last recording and this but something obviously did. This line-up created some of the best stuff in the history of WKDN. For a few months Trev and I swapped between bass and guitar on a couple of tunes and this added yet another dimension to things. I played bass on Long Time Gone. Recorded on 21.4.90.

Paul Moller - guitar, bass, vocal
Trev Simpson - bass, guitar
Mr Rudeforth - tapes
Grant Ardis - drums

Long Time Gone
Driving Me Crazy
Dropped A Clanger
Mares' Lemon II
Do It Again

http://www.archive.org/details/DroppedAClanger

Bring A Halibut

2010-11-19T18:28:00.001Z

And of course it didn't last. Nick had another band and it was the same old story of not being able to get enough committment out of people to really take WKDN somewhere. He decided that he wanted to concentrate on his other thing and left. This rehearsal is very strange, the quality is not so good but the fact that the music is all improvised and unlike most of the other stuff this line-up did has led me to include it. It was recorded on 17.2.90 and was Nick Hoggs' last stand.

Kev Coughed
In 1959 Binoculars
Find Death
Bring A Halibut

http://www.archive.org/details/BringAHalibut

Liver Lover

2010-11-19T18:19:00.002Z

Recorded on 20.1.90. We were improvising and coming up with new stuff and messing around with old stuff and things were starting to come together with the music in a way I have mentioned before on here. It couldn't last.

Paul Moller - guitar, vocal
Trevor Simpson - guitar
Mr. Rudeforth - tapes
Nick Hogg - bass, vocal
Grant Ardis - drums

Liver Lover
This Power
I Am A Convicted Conscience
Long Time Gone
Somebody Walking On My Mind
Do It Some More Again Now
This Is Operational
The Death Of MF

http://archive.org/details/LiverLover

I'm Captain Mainwaring

2010-11-19T18:02:00.002Z

So the touring with The Beautiful South finished and we got a few gigs off the back of it but they soon started to dry up. We carried on rehearsing and playing the odd gig. This was recorded on 13.1.90.

The Ten Commandments
Woo Yeh
Fadges
Mystery Train
Ken Chukee Chicken
Chicken Hendrix
What You Doing Kev
The Death Of MF
Launderette Love
Hard Heart To Break
Three Pints
I'm Captain Mainwaring
Five Pints
The Little Death
You Win Again
Blood All Over My Trousers
Kick That Machine To Bits

http://www.archive.org/details/ImCaptainMainwaring

Dublin 10.12.89

2010-10-14T15:00:00.000+01:00

The sound quality on this is not as good as the Manchester gig but it gives an idea of where we were going with some of the songs. It was recorded on The Beautiful South tour in Dublin on 10.12.89. We stayed in Blooms hotel which was a rock n' roll place. The Pogues were there and I was on crutches with a fractured heel. I was stood waiting for the lift and as the lift doors opened I found myself looking into the eyes of Shane MacGowan.

Mystery Train
Here Comes That Girl Again
The Death Of M.F.
Laundrette Love
Hard Heart To Break
King Alcohol
You Win Again

http://www.archive.org/details/Dublin10.12.89

Manchester 12.11.89

2010-10-14T14:40:00.001+01:00

This was the best gig we did on the second tour supporting The Beautiful South, recorded in Manchester on 12.11.89. The original date had to be put back slightly because of illness in T.B.S. camp. Nicks' antics on stage, his demeanour and behaviour in general earned him the 'barking mad' accolade.

Paul Moller - guitar, vocals
Trevor Simpson - slide guitar
Mr. Rudeforth - tapes
Nick Hogg - bass, vocal
Grant Ardis - drums, vocal

Mystery Train
Here Comes That Girl Again
Mort De M.F.
Laundrette Love
Hard Heart To break
King Alcohol
You Win Again

http://www.archive.org/details/Manchester12.11.89

Demos And 1 Live 1989

2010-10-13T19:33:00.002+01:00

These demos were recorded sometime around late August/early September 1989, the exact date is unknown. The live version of Mort De M.F. was recorded in Cardiff on 10.11.89 on the Beautiful South tour. Some guy in the audience had seen us before and I was talking to him and he was shouting stuff. At one point he shouted 'Thorax'. I put it on here because its a great version from an ok gig.

Mort De M.F.
Mystery Train
This Ambulance
Hard Heart To Break
Laundrette Love
Here Comes That Girl
The Little Death
King Alcohol

http://www.archive.org/details/DemosAnd1Live1989

Evidence Of The Spirit

2010-10-13T18:21:00.001+01:00

Back at Tim Daltons' studio, rehearsing for the upcoming Beautiful South tour and jamming on 10.9.89. A fun time was had by all.

Mystery Train
Lick Me
Dead Baby Blues
Hard Heart To Break
Ezra Broke It
Driving Me Crazy
Long Time Gone
Laundrette Love
The Death Of M.F.
He Doesn't Want Anything
Evidence Of The Spirit
Balls Deep
Turn On Your Lovelight
Deep Zoo
Make Up my Dying Bed
Cabbages With A Donkey

http://www.archive.org/details/EvidenceOfTheSpirit

Gertrudes Retreat

2010-10-13T17:41:00.000+01:00

This was recorded most probably in Trevors back room given that Grant is on brushes, on 19.8.89. Again really great improvising, Nick and Grant were brilliant musicians so it took off almost immediately. Some of it sounds like we had been playing together for six months not a few weeks. The sound on the original tape was a bit strange but remastering has beefed and brightened.

The Smokers' Intro
Make Up My Dying Bed
Gertrudes Retreat
The Little Death

http://www.archive.org/details/GertrudesRetreat

Mrs Snells Fishcakes

2010-10-13T16:39:00.003+01:00

This rehearsal was recorded on 15.8.89. We started rehearsing as a 5 piece band and went electric again. I was really suprised when I heard this again all these years later by how many improvisations we had done in between learning the songs. It was recorded at a rehearsal studio in Hull, the guy who had it was called Tim Dalton.

Pauk Moller - guitar, vocal
Trevor Simpson - slide guitar, harp
Mr. Rudeforth - tapes
Nicky Hogg - bass
Grant Ardis - drums

Mystery Train
Agathas' Dentist
The Death Of M.F.
Turn On Your Lovelight
You Win
King Alcohol
Uncle Arthurs' Drainpipe
Sweet Home Chicago
Burning The Sky
The Little Death
Mrs Snells' Fishcakes
Eggs For Tea In Theory

http://www.archive.org/details/MrsSnellsFishcakes

Hoodoo Lovelight

2010-09-01T17:43:00.003+01:00

This was recorded on 30.7.89. It was only the second time we had played together and we were feelng our way into things but it came together very quickly. Unfortunately it didn't work out with Dave but this, however, is a very fine example of a line-up that could have gone on to do some great stuff.

Paul Moller - guitar, vocals
Dave Smelt - guitar, vocals
Trevor Simpson - guitar, harmonica
Mr Rudeforth - tapes, curtains
Nick Hogg - double bass, vocals
Grant Ardis - drums

Bring Jeromes' Brown Meat
Turn On Hoodoo Lovelight
Unwound
Shaken
Sin City
Drawing The Curtains Again
So We Still Have To Explain This

http://www.archive.org/details/HoodooLovelight

How Not To Yodel

2010-09-01T16:56:00.002+01:00

This was recorded on 26.7.89. After doing the Beautiful South tour as a trio we were joined by Grant Ardis on drums and Nick Hogg on bass, Dave Smelt moved on to guitar and vocals. This was the first time we had all played together as a group, what a yodelling good start.

Paul Moller - guitar, vocals
Dave Smelt - guitar, vocals
Trevor Simpson - guitar, harmonica
Mr Rudeforth - tapes
Nick Hogg - electrified double bass, vocals
Grant Ardis - drums.

Do The Rumpty Dumpty
Golden Shot
Good God Almighty
The Little D
Rock Me Baby
Nearly Got It Then
Turn On Who Do You Lovelight
She Taught Me How Not To Yodel
Unwilling

http://www.archive.org/details/HowNotToYodel

Are We On

2010-08-26T18:07:00.002+01:00

This is a compilation from June 1989 including our gig at Leeds Irish Centre on 13.6.89 supporting The Beautiful South on their first tour. Dave didn't do the tour with us because he didn't have enough time to learn the songs. Some people in Hull didn't like the fact that we got the tour with T.B.S. and the negative reaction we got from some of the audience at Leeds were from this contingent, hence "See you in Hull, lads". During The Little Death I snapped a string and ran offstage leaving Trev and Mr R to carry on, I grabbed a guitar backstage, tuned it to our tuning and ran back on to finish the song. I wanted to try and include more stuff from the tour but the quality of the recordings were not good enough.

Trying To Remember The Words
Mystery Train
Dead Flowers
King Alcohol
The Little Death
Are We On
Radio Morris
Groovy
Launderette Love
The Little Death
I Feel Crap

http://www.archive.org/details/AreWeOn

The Rubber Band

2010-08-26T17:37:00.000+01:00

This is a compilation of stuff from April and May 1989. After Gary Burroughs left we asked our friend Dave Smelt who was a guitarist and singer if he would play bass so he started playing with us.

http://www.archive.org/details/TheRubberBand

Boiled For Three Minutes

2010-08-18T20:01:00.001+01:00

Recorded on 12.3.89.
We tried doing a slow version of The Death Of MF and it took a while to stand up by itself, this is the best version I could find.
Bobs' Blues was named after Robert Johnson, a brilliant blues artist, the words are taken from some of his songs.
So, things were going great, as previously stated, with this version on the group. Of course it couldn't last. Gary decided he wanted to leave after this rehearsal. I can't remember the reasons now but he always had his weekend club gig and it always came first. I was pretty sick of his casual attitude as well.
So that was the end of that.

Boiled For Three Minutes
Sweet Home Chicago
The Death Of MF
Part Of The Thing
The Little Death
I Got It
Bobs' Blues

http://www.archive.org/details/BoiledForThreeMinutes

Just Call Me Norman

2010-08-18T09:12:00.001+01:00

Recorded on 21.2.89. As previously mentioned, things were getting really good with the music in terms of the group coming together. A great rhythmical tightness was evolving and the songs were being deconstructed and reconstucted as we played them. The improvisatations were going in many different directions at once. It couldn't last.

Poor Boys Dead And Gone
Constipation
Just Call Me Norman
Launderette Love
A Bit Of Tinkley Bonk

http://www.archive.org/details/JustCallMeNorman

Slum Pig

2010-08-18T09:01:00.002+01:00

Recorded on 12.2.89. My criteria for choosing what to select and what to reject from these rehearsals are as follows. You will find multiple versions of the same songs on this blog but if it is a good version or there is something different about it I have used it. There are numerous improvisations on the tapes and if I like one and it works I have used it. I have started giving them titles rather than just putting 'improvisation'. If there was any talking or craziness that added to the atmosphere of a particular seesion I have included that too. Slum Pig could have been worked up into a song, it still might be one day, who knows.

The Road Is Rocky
Past Aural Sympathy
Slum Pig
Me And My Chauffeur
Backwards In Front

http://www.archive.org/details/SlumPig

The End Of The Tether

2010-08-14T19:35:00.001+01:00

These two rehearsals were recorded on 5/7.2.89.
We broke a lot of guitar strings on the acoustics because we were playing so intensely.
Gary didn't know what the date was or when or whether his album session with 'The Northern Legend' was happening.
He didn't make it to the rehearsal on Tues the 7th. That wasn't unusual.
Gary was getting near The End Of His Tether. The feeling was getting to be mutual.
There was belching on both nights.
C'mon Honey, Ride My Pony.

This Ambulace (Part)
Borborygmos
Broken String Symphony
Old Teacakes
The End Of The Tether
Poor Boys Dead And Gone
Slurping And Belching
Ride My Pony.

http://www.archive.org/details/TheEndOfTheTether

Anal Perversions Of The DonkeyMan.

2010-08-14T12:47:00.004+01:00

This was recorded on 31.1.89. It was a Sunday Afternoon and we had a copy of the Sunday Sport 'newspaper'. I say it in inverted commas because there was no actual news in it. It was full of bizarre stories purporting to be true when most of them were obviously made-up. It was also full of adverts for sex chat-lines. All the crazy stuff and filth that we were reading out came from there but I might have made Anal Perversions Of The DonkeyMan up. There was a lot of improvised music as well and Gary sang a lot on this which was unusual. The Donkey stuff just came out of the blue and we went with it. As I mentioned in the previous post things were really starting to come together musically as a group. As I was remastering this tape I put echo on a lot of it because it added to the atmosphere of it all.

Paul Moller- guitar, vocals, readings
Trevor Simpson - guitar, readings
Mr Rudeforth - tapes, radio, funny joke, laffing
Gary Burroughs - snare drum, vocals, readings

Come On
Microwave Joke
Don't Brown My Meat
Where's Your Donkey Gone
The Twitchers
Hard Heart To Break
Pert
The Mare's Lemon
Lot's Of Things
Don't You Whip My Donkey
Anal Perversions Of The DonkeyMan

http://www.archive.org/details/DonkeyMan

False Teeth, A Bald Head, Glasses...

2010-08-07T20:43:00.004+01:00

This was recorded on 17.1.89. Things were starting to get good in terms of getting somewhere with the music as a group. I don't mean commercially, we had only done two gigs and not many people even knew of our existence, we were very underground. We had been playing with this line-up for a year and it was starting to come together in terms of as a group getting to grips with what we were doing musically. We were starting to play with the music and not just play it. It is an exciting time in the development of a group.
The Bit On The Bike involved a piece of equipment which had Trevs' bike mounted on rollers as an excercise device, Gary got on the bike and started giving it rock and we commented.
There were some old blokes who used to drink in our local and they were really funny. We were in there boozing one day and one of them came up to us on his way back from the toilet. He Said - "False Teeth, A Bald Head, Glasses and A Soft Cock." "Old Age lads." "Fully Stiff With An Inch Of Slack In The Middle." Then he walked off.
Once Mr. Rudeforth and I were decorating for someone and were stood outside having a break, an old man was shuffling down the street, as he got to the gate he stopped. He turned to us and said "Women! They Want Hanging!". Then he shuffled off. You never forget things like that.

False Teeth
This Ambulance
Bit On't Bike
Long Time Gone
Bald Head

http://www.archive.org/details/FalseTeethABaldHeadGlasses

Mothers Tush

2010-07-07T21:44:00.003+01:00

Not much music here but plenty of madness. Mr. R was 'poorly' but not so ill that he couldnt manage to keep pressing the record button to capture this craziness for posterity. Recorded at the usual spot on 30.11.88. Reg on meat. The Grrrripp.

Improvisation
The Folky Yokel
Tush Mush Camel Hairs
Liver Lover
Who Do You Love
Improvisation
Anchovy Jam and Sour Ravioli
Hong Kong Spewy
The Sweetest Sound

http://www.archive.org/details/MothersTush

King George Bush

2010-07-07T20:36:00.001+01:00

What can I say about bush? Mmm. We must have had a newspaper there and there must have been a picture of George Bush with a crown on and it sounds likes Gary was off his map reading a few bits out. Maybe we were all off our maps, maybe we still are, I hope so. Recorded in Trevs back room on 13.11.88.

Frisco Lines
Improvisation
King George
Improvisation

http://www.archive.org/details/KingGeorge

Arse Wagon Flu

2010-07-06T22:17:00.001+01:00

Back once again with a reggie-grade master. The Arse Wagon Flu blue blew was I and my struggling words of the WhooDoo. But fuck it, I couldn't sing anyway, but we've been thru all that. Recorded in Trev's back room on 30.10.88.

Paul Moller - Guitar, Vocal
Trevor Simpson - Guitar
Mr. R - Tapes etc
Gary (Reggie) Burroughs - Snare drum with brushes

Rocky Road
Who Do You Love
The Little Death
Po' Boy Dead And Gone
Feel Like Going Home
Long Time Gone
Driving Me Crazy

http://www.archive.org/details/ArseWagonFlu

We're late for class Presents...

2010-02-06T19:39:00.003Z

<a href="http://werelateforclass.bandcamp.com/album/47-were-late-for-class-presents-the-act-youve-known-for-all-these-years">Space Fantasy Peace (Intro) by We're Late For Class</a>

We're Late For Class Presents : The Act You've Known For All These Years.

A class mash-up created by We're Late For Class, find it and much much more on their site -

http://werelateforclass.blogspot.com/

Howard

2010-01-20T21:57:00.003Z

Poor H'ard. No not really. It's not knowing the words not knowing what to say that he probably would have liked the anarchistic elements and attitude behind it all. Enjoy your further adventures H with it all now all of it and you are all of it too. We just found out not so long ago that you had to go but you had already went. Out in there. In out of there. Of out in there. In there of out. There of in out. There of out in. The music stopped, the lights stopped, everything stopped for you. And you were stopped before it just before my birthday. Well now sparkling with it as well off on it. Off o0ut on it all. We'll Never finish painting the Blue Kitchen.

Uuby Duuby

2010-01-16T20:21:00.004Z

Well now, after all that lot I wouldn't be surprised either but never-the-less...Hello. Glow lice. In the dark. Glowing. Up. Helsinki, no floaters. Vice Roy Rodgers Cherry Picker. Pulls the Trigger. Time for a tinkle or two. Time for timelessness as a drumbeat. Time for time, time and time again. Uuby Duuby it is then, recorded by What Katy Did Next in 2009. In three different tasty Mixes, just add water. Makes its' own sauce. Saucy Little Madam, who do we think we are. Well now, after that, Walter Fish Rasp Edge Hum Drummer. The plastic excursion, a little trip in polythene. Glows lighter. A short while afterwards lights the fuse again. Another explosion of rhythmic colour we spell. A different way round this time again. Rolling around with all the other animals in the Funny Farm. Squash Mish-Mosh-Mash. Agency work. Fullfilling Gruel. Thornton Snape. Utter Taxi. Down the dark corridor we go snooping round. Upset at last. The apples and the chickens. Let bygones be bygones. Think about it, think about nothing. There is nothing to think about, think about it. Think Twice. As nice as Mrs Nice and the handsome donkey. Ovals and roundabouts. String on a string. Never the same string twice. Ding-A-Ling-Dong. Edging along slowly releasing noxious gasses. Odour on a string. Never the same one twice.

Uuby Duuby (Cake Mix)
Uuby Duuby (Batter Mix)
Uuby Duuby (Soup Mix)

http://www.archive.org/details/UubyDuuby

THE LAND OF THE JIBBER

2009-12-27T21:05:00.005Z

Talking Jibberish in the Land Of The Jibber. Where I have spent quite some time. With many thanks to some Jamaicans and the genius of VIV. Lets be Frank, Letsbe Avenue. Having me having you. Recorded in the latter part of 2009 by The Rev. Dr. mOLLER AS wHAT kATY dID nEXT. Lock off. Part of the Peek-A-Boo Trilogy along with Mind Machine and Uuby Duuby which should be up here soon... It's time to WAKE UP and get OUT OF Control!!!

Jibberish.

http://www.archive.org/details/Jibberish23

NUMPTY BURGER

2009-12-23T23:46:00.005Z

Captain Numpty Burger rides again. This was an old chewed one, sucked and spat out like in John Cooper Clarkes' Twat but not really like that at all - different. Anyway up. It's down. Is it?

The Sky People Are Watching.

2009-12-13T22:04:00.004Z

Finally got Internet Archives to work after many attempts to upload this. There was something interfering with it. Can't say too much, still working it out, much is still to be revealed. Into the Light. Mind the reptiles. Beware the bearers of false gifts.

Mind Machine 1 (Cosmotronic Nexus Villaxity Mix).

http://www.archive.org/details/MindMachine

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Peek A Boo.

2009-12-13T22:03:00.002Z

Whatever happened to Peek-A-Boo-Man?

Hello, I'm Mad.

2009-12-13T21:58:00.002Z

Or am I?

The Dream

2009-11-29T19:52:00.000Z

I still believe in the dream, even though I haven't slept for a very, very long time.

Beer Night

2009-11-29T19:44:00.001Z

Balls Deep In The Winter-Ebb

2009-11-09T21:09:00.002Z

Yes indeed, balls deep. I remixed some of the stuff I had done and did a few things with the banjo. Jimi Hendrix on the banjo. A bit of added Chirrup 'n all.

MDF (Outwith - Get In! Mix)
Viola Lee Blues
Cheerup Git - Ah! Sole - Oh!
Voodoo Chile 1
MDF (Within - Get Out! Mix)
Voodoo Chile 2
Gasoline

http://www.archive.org/details/WhatKatyDidNext-RemixesAndBanjo

13M31

2009-11-09T20:56:00.003Z

I am having a big problem trying to upload some new stuff onto Internet Archive, I'm not sure what the problem is but since they changed the format for uploading I have found it difficult to put stuff up and it's not having any of it just now. So I will bring the story up-to-date. In 2008 I decided I wanted to make What Katy Did Next music again after 13 years. I bought some equipment and started doing stuff again. These are the first results. I compiled a cd and sent it to Mr. Rudeforth and he put it up there on the alien inter-web.

MDF
Solar Git
Wong Oob
Son Of MDF
Fighting Banjos
Vertus

http://www.archive.org/details/whatkatydidnext_13MEI

SWINE

2009-11-07T17:36:00.005Z

The Highland Cow is called Hamish but this is called Swine. It was recorded in 2008. I was working nights and slowly going crackers through the inability to get used to the upside-down backwardness of it all. I remember walking to work one evening after I had finally finished with Swine. I passed two sperate blokes shouting into the nothingness of the night and thought "Good, they've got it now."

http://www.archive.org/details/WhatKatyDidNext_Swine01

http://www.archive.org/details/WhatKatyDidNext_Swine02

http://www.archive.org/details/WhatKatyDidNext_Swine03

An Important Read

2009-11-01T13:01:00.001Z

This is something very important that needs to be read...

http://www.scribd.com/doc/2676844/The-Great-Shift

Happy Halloween

2009-10-31T19:09:00.001Z

http://www.limmy.com/playthings/halloween/

Tom and Amiena's Wedding Day

2009-10-03T18:20:00.005+01:00

My son got married to his lovely girlfriend Amiena on 27.09.09 in South West England. As you can see it was a very, very nice day for a white wedding. Here stands the very proud Father with his Son before the ceremony took place. A few minutes later, as we all gathered together and waited for the entrance of the beautiful bride, It's A Nice Day For A White Wedding by Billy Idol was played.

Unforgettable

2009-10-03T18:16:00.003+01:00

Amiena is walking down the aisle to the sound of Unforgettable by Nat King Cole. It was a very special, magical moment for us all.

Exchanging Vows and Rings

2009-10-03T18:10:00.002+01:00

This is Amiena putting Tom's wedding ring on and exchanging vows with him.

Mr and Mrs Branton

2009-10-03T17:06:00.001+01:00

In the grounds of the hall where they were married.

Love Sweet Love

2009-10-03T16:57:00.004+01:00

A kiss in the sun.

123456789

2009-09-11T09:14:00.003+01:00

At thirty four minutes and fifty six seconds past twelve o'clock on the seventh of August this year the time and date read - 12:34:56 7/8/09. This will never happen again because as Woody Allen said "Eternity is a very, very long time, especially towards the end".

Drool And Dribble

2009-09-03T11:10:00.003+01:00

We had picked up on all the new electronic stuff that had been happening in 1987/88 and in August 1988 we did a few things on very cheap, crappy, primitive equipment. Here they are. The image is again from a cassette sleeve done by Mr. Rudeforth.

Drool And Dribble 1
Drool And Dribble 2
Slow Monks
Fast Monks
In Yer Mouth

http://www.archive.org/details/DroolAndDribble

Constipation In The Bunker.

2009-09-02T18:46:00.004+01:00

Mr. Rudeforth created a tape of voices, radio and cut-ups called Constipation In The Bunker. Trevor had a Fostex 4-track tape recorder which I borrowed to create this. I used a portion of the Constipation In The Bunker tape. This was the same cheap drum machine we rehearsed with a couple of times. Recorded in early 1988. The image is done by Mr. R. and it's from an old cassette cover.

http://www.archive.org/details/ConstipationInTheBunker

In The Garden Again

2009-08-13T10:39:00.003+01:00

In the garden again, on 19.6.88, probably on a Sunday afternoon after a couple of pints in the pub. Much better sound on this one. Although Mr. R. sometimes transformed Trevs back room into an aviary with sound effects of birds, on this they are real, live. I forgot to get all the names to credit them though.

Long Time Gone
Launderette Love
Feel Like Going Home
Sweet Home Chicago
Would You Like A Tissue
King Alcohol
Mares Lemon
Speak Up
Hard Heart To Break

http://www.archive.org/details/InTheGardenAgain

Go On Trev

2009-08-13T10:28:00.003+01:00

This was recorded on 14.6.88 and the whole thing is coming together nicely. The sound is good and after 6 months we are getting tighter and pulling together. Paul Moller - guitar, vocal, Trev Simpson - guitar, Mr. R. - radio, tapes, Gary Burroughs - snare drum with brushes.

Hard Heart To Break
Sweet Home Chicago
Driving Me Crazy
Feel Like Going Home
Voodoo Chile

http://www.archive.org/details/GoOnTrev

Not Doing It For Nowt

2009-08-05T17:21:00.005+01:00

Not chickens itching, just us scratching. Out of the garden and back in Trevors back room. On 24/31.5.88. As the hip hop track was playing in the background I was 'scratching' using the zip on my trouser fly close to the mic. The second occasion is due to me snapping a string on my guitar, we are 'scratching' on our guitar strings. Not a chicken in sight. This was the first time we played Hard Heart To Break. You can hear us talking about it at the end, I mention that I wrote it "on Friday".

The Loose Lemon.
Scratching The Zip.
Ramblin Man.
Frisco Lines.
What? A Gunn?
Poor Boys Scratching The Strings.
Hard Heart To Break.

http://www.archive.org/details/NotDoingItForNowt

In The Garden

2009-08-05T17:04:00.006+01:00

This was recorded in the Garden at the back of the flat where Gary was living, it was a nice big garden and we rehearsed in there a couple of times on a Sunday afternoon. Unfortunately because of the setting the sound is a bit poorer than usual due to the wind blowing on the recording mics and sundry other minor issues too numerous to mention. The tape goes funny as well at one point. It is quite atmospheric and also features the first time we played Launderette Love, I remember writing the music after being inspired after listening to Little Feats - Sailin' Shoes album, not sure where the words came from.

Feel Like Going Home.
Launderette Love.
Mama Sang.
The Mares Lemon.

http://www.archive.org/details/InTheGarden_94

Its Frank Zappa

2009-07-23T14:36:00.005+01:00

This was recorded on 26.4.88. The drum machine is used on this and although it was a cheap, primitive one and had a very cheesy sound it is quite interesting to hear us trying to do something with it in this context. I have put it on Internet Archive in two parts cos there were too many files to upload in one go. If anyone wants to put it on cd just download both parts and burn as disc-at-once. At this rehearsal we were - Paul Moller - guitar,vocals, Trevor Simpson - guitar, Mr Rudeforth - tapes, radio, plus the drum machine. I can't remember what make or model it was. The bit where the drum machine was chunterring away and then some percussion stuff comes on the radio led me to exclaim - "It's Frank Zappa!"

Mystery Train
Blues Bit
Screaming And Crying The Blues
Its Frank Zappa
Lonesome Whistle
Hip Hop Radio
Me And My Chuffer With Bells On
Sellotape And The Mic
Squid Laffers
Dead Flowers
Radio Donkey
Long Slow Hell Hound
Belching Beckett
Driving Me Crazy

http://www.archive.org/details/ItsFrankZappaPartOne

http://www.archive.org/details/ItsFrankZappaPartTwo

The Little Vermifuge

2009-07-22T18:13:00.006+01:00

Get on board the boozy blues train with Katy and groove to the crazed tinkling maniac breath. Smoking on the one. One of Trevors neighbours was complaining to another neighbour one day about our music. "It's rubbish," she said, "it just goes - ner, ner,ner,ner,ner!" This is from 19.4.88 and where the Bananarama bit came from I will never know. For some reason the track breaks on this have gone ga-ga but it should just play as one long piece if you ignore the seemingly arbitrary divisions.

Moller, Simpson, Rudeforth, Burroughs.

Bobs Blues
Driving Me Crazy
Na Na Nah Nah Na Na
Long Time Gone
Tinkling Maniac Breath
You What, Talk About Stupid
The Little Vermifuge
Beckett Play Bit
Me And My Chuffer
Bit Of King Al

http://www.archive.org/details/TheLittleVermifuge

Warm Beer And Cold Women

2009-07-22T09:20:00.003+01:00

Gary had a very cheap, basic drum machine which he let us use when he was late or didn't turn up. The problem was that once we started playing we couldn't hear it very well so the timing could vary wildly, we persevered with it for a few weeks before we sent it off down the tracks to join Lonesome Whistle. The stereo separation on these tapes is pretty good and if anyone is interested my guitar is on the same channel as my vocals. This was recorded on 12.4.88.

Mouth 1
Mystery train
Death Of MF
Mouth 2
Death Of MF
Me And My Chuffing Schoolgirl
Improvisation
Mouth 3
Bollocks
Opera Gary

Http://www.archive.org/details/WarmBeerAndColdWomen

Spam Town

2009-07-22T08:37:00.004+01:00

This is the first week when it all came together and we realised that we had something good we could work on and take somewhere. It was a total departure for me to be doing something this tuneful but after all the years of experimental madness or just madness, it was nice to do something different. I present on 29.3.88 - Paul Moller - guitar, vocals, Trevor Simpson - guitar, Mr. Rudeforth - tapes, radio, Gary Burroughs - snare drum. We were always conscious of the noise and towards the end I think one of the neighbours comes to complain but we manage to knock another tune out regardless. The big problem for me is that I was not really a singer but there was no-one else so I had to do it. I didn't think that I could sing and still don't, it's more like trying to intone in time. I love Hank Williams and we wanted to do a version of his Lonesome Whistle but I couldn't sing it, we played it a few times and eventually gave up and dropped it but not without a struggle as you can hear!

Launderette Love
Voodoo Chile
Poor Boy Dead And Gone
Improvisation
Long Time Gone
Frisco Lines
Joviality
Lonesome Whistle

http://www.archive.org/details/SpamTown

Cack and Commotion

2009-07-05T20:37:00.003+01:00

This is a compilation from 26.01.88 and 29.01.88 which were the first couple of rehearsals by What Katy Did Next featuring the new line-up and instrumentation. It had been a few years since we had played acoustic but for me at the time it was a welcome respite from the loud crazyness of the autumn 1987 stuff. I had been playing a lot of acoustic blues by myself in the sun in the garden during the summer of 1987 and this was a logical extension of that activity augmented by Trevors decision later in the year to throw his lot in with us and see what happened (next). So then there was Paul Moller-guitar,vocal, Trevor Simpson-guitar, Kev Rudeforth-tapes,radio,effects, and Gary Burroughs-drums. We used to practice in the back room at Trevors' house which had no carpet so the wooden floorboards gave a nice ambience. This compilation is mainly the bits in between the songs as we were only just starting to work on a new repertoire. The next few postings are of almost complete rehearsals and you will be able to hear how quickly and easily we got to grips with the new sound and material but at this point it was a bit shaky and we were working our way into it slowly. I listened to this late the other night on headphones and my girlfriend was sleeping in the next room, I was laughing at some of the bits so loudly that I had to keep shoving my fist in my mouth to stifle the noise so I didn't wake her up. We developed a routine of meeting in the pub and having a couple of pints then going to the off-license and buying a big bottle of cider before retiring to Trevs' place for a smoke and then recording our musical (or otherwise) utterances. Them were the days.

http://www.archive.org/details/CackAndCommotion

2009-06-19T12:49:00.002+01:00

There was a gentleman who used to do a music-hall act many, many years ago. His act consisted of him being able to play billiards on his own back! In those days there were many novelty acts and there would be a variety of different acts on the same bill. The main acts would have a longer time but the other acts would perform for just a few minutes. This particular fellow was approached by a booking agent for a tour of America and the agent told him he would be required to perform for 25 minutes. He protested and explained that he could not possibly play billiards on his own back for this length of time. The agent explained that this was what the contract required and that there was a lot of money involved. In the end the gent reluctantly agreed stating "Ok then but there will be an awful lot of walking about"!

The Ducks Luck?

2009-05-29T12:27:00.003+01:00

The answer is - One of its' legs is both the same.

I am killing time at the moment with this blog. I should have my home computer in a week or two and then I can get back to posting our music again.

Stupid Duck Riddle?

2009-05-15T13:59:00.001+01:00

What's the difference between a duck?

Beltane.

2009-04-30T15:48:00.004+01:00

Here's a little Beltane tale. The two greatest magicians in the universe were White and Black. Black challenged White to a duel to see who was the most powerful. They faced off and Black went first, invoking the most terrifying forms and apocalyptic noises, hurling them at White in a relentless, urgent barrage. After all the scariest chaos imaginable had abated, Black stood there with a smirk as if to say "Ha, I've won, beat that!". White leaned over impassively towards Black and whispered in his ear - "Boo!".

2009-04-20T10:59:00.002+01:00

Mt girlfriend has a friend in Malaysia who sent her these photos of a snake from the village where she lives.

2009-04-20T10:57:00.000+01:00

This guy is investigating what it has been eating.

2009-04-20T10:55:00.000+01:00

This was the contents of its' stomach.

2009-04-18T13:01:00.001+01:00

Steve is now pondering his future as a chef.

2009-04-18T12:40:00.002+01:00

Steve is a chef and he recently got a new job. There was something strange going on but he didn't realise at first. It was a supposed to be a vegetarian restaurant but the name 'Hannibals Cannibal Cafe' should have alerted him to the fact that not all was as it should have been. Another clue was the head chef, his name was Lecter and had a fondness for Chianti. He had already complied with the strange 'Cabbage Graft' requirement but confided in me that he was rather bemused. During service he was shocked when Lecter shouted 'Two Arm Kebabs' and grabbed his arm, thrusting it on the grill. Steve managed to wrestle free and ran away never looking back! Still not sure what's happening with the cabbage though.

McDermotts Arm

2009-04-16T23:59:00.003+01:00

This is Steve McDermotts burnt arm. He was with us for our first gig, if you are following this.

2009-04-14T14:33:00.003+01:00

I have found a nice little internet cafe where I do a bit of downloading and burning and post a few things on me blog. We have just found a fantastic place to live. At the foot of Arthurs' Seat, an oasis in the centre of Edinburgh. Some good luck at last. Moving in two weeks. That is my biggest worry taken care of. Forward!

2009-04-01T14:17:00.003+01:00

I can't do much at the moment here, tried to post a photo of Steve McDermotts burnt arm but the library computer is too slow. I have found a nice, positive angle on the redundancy problem. I was going to leave at the end of May anyway, so the hotel has paid me till then to do nothing! I am looking for work and looking for a flat too, also need some legal advice as the hotel has not paid me as much as I thought I would get. I need a new flat by 26.4.09. I am moving in with my girlfriend and once we are sorted out we will be buying a computer so I will be able to carry on here from where I left off.

2009-03-21T10:05:00.006Z

Brian Eno sang "Blank Frank is the messenger of your doom and your destruction". I might be blank but my name's not Frank. Fact. Last night I smelled a rat, there was something fishy going on. I could feel that someone was trying to have a laugh at the poor redundant (!?!) Rev. Dr's. expense, not a good thing to do, believe you me. I was told at 7am on Moday morning 16.3.09 by Keith Masters, General Manager of the Royal Terrace Hotel (17-21 Royal Terrace, Edinburgh), that the position of Night Manager was being made redundant; I had been doing that job at that hotel for nearly a year. I received a letter on 17.3.09 confirming this. Fact. As the fumes from the boiling vat of fish juice wafted beneath my quivering nostrils I thought I would do a little bit of the old Sherlock, my dear what's on. I phoned the hotel at 1am using a false voice I borrowed from an angry Aberdonian called Ian McGregor and made enquiries. I was told by Martin Kopriva (the complete idiot I had to train to replace me) that he was the night manager. Fact. I then sent a text to Gerry, the lazy portly porter, which said 'are you working tonight?', he replied 'yes with Martin', I texted back 'is he Night Manager?'. I could feel a palpable dull thud as the shit hit the wall of his skullduggery, he still has not replied and this silence speaks volumes. At 8.55am I sent a further message to Gerry saying 'What's up porky has the cat got yer tongue?'. Fact. I like facts, in a situation like this they are nice things to have around. They can be on your side or against you or neutral but they are there. Fact. So now I have an incriminating body of evidence against these clever bastards. What to do with it, I wonder? Give it to the law I say. That's what the law is there for, to protect people like me from wrong-doers who think that they are above the law. As Discharge sang - " The nightmare continues". Or is it a lucid dream...

2009-03-20T14:17:00.004Z

Turning back from the night unto the day. No-one said it would be easy. The Dutch bicycle repairman promises puncture-repair kit in the post. I have the basic drum and bass tracks already for what promises to be a radical new work from the studio of the Rev.Dr. Moller. Time will be taken because time we have now. There will be guitar and vocals put upon after editing is done and after mixing and re-mixing a new opus of the continuance of What Katy Did Next will emerge glistening into the light of the new day of the new daze. Fish.

2009-03-17T11:18:00.011Z

Thobut it came to pass that the Rev. Dr. got blown out of the arse of the (named) Royal Terrace Hotel in redundant Night Manager mode but undigested by acidic fluids. Verily the next day he laffeth and danceth upon the sunlit streets of the glorious Scottish capitol, glorifying it all with Katy aqualung blaring 29.3.88 (which you will hear, eventually) into the very ears of himself attached to this head they tried to fuck with but did not, because of his will which prevaileth upon this very Rev. Dr. of Nothing. Thee very Nothingness which is not widely known but to be "EVERYTHING" (shout it out loud), as I share with you now being both inside and outside as far as it goes, which is further than anyone can ever imagine. As above, so below. Alas no images of Mr. Rs' are here but the ones dancing in my whisky head. I thank you. We pause to sober-up and continue, trying not to worry about where the money is going to come from or where I am going to live, having lost my home along with the job in a seperate way. Cheers me dears.

and it came to pass

2009-03-17T10:02:00.002Z

that on the morning of monday 16th march 2009 the rev moller was duly fired from his position in an un-named scottish hotel.

for this reason we are introducing a period of solitude and reflection whilst the good reverend puts in a few windows and accepts the consequences.

we will return soon, dont go away, we never did.
mr rudeforth

2009-03-15T05:02:00.005Z

This is a compilation from three rehearsals on 30.7, 24.9 and 25.10 1987. The line up was Paul Moller - Guitar, Vocals, Mr Rudeforth - Radio, Jonathan/Cess - Radio, Electronics, Mike - Bass, Ian - Drums. I can't remember Mike or Ians' surnames but they had been in a band with Unka and Gary who had no singer but a worked-out set of tunes which begged for vocals. Mike was really a guitarist. I got them to lend me a tape and worked out some rough themes to improvise some vocals to their instrumentals which were songs without words, even though I wasn't really a singer. I did a couple of gigs with them. Then they split-up and Mike and Ian joined us for a while. I was going through a strange time and drinking a lot so I don't have great memories of this period. I remember reading something in the newspaper about if a black person was seen in Wilmslow after dark they were arrested because they were obviously up to no good and this shocked me. It felt to me at the time that we had taken things as far as they could go in terms of manic speed and had hit a brick wall. At the last rehearsal I was a drunken mess and there was an enormous sparkly mirror in the room which I smashed at the end of the session. I had been practicing acoustic blues and trying to learn how to sing all through this and it was time for a change...

The tracks are:-

Driving Me Crazy - 30.7.87
Drunk In Wilmslow Blues - 30.7.87
Loose - 24.9.87
Drunk In Wilmslow Blues - 24.9.87
Interference - 25.10.87

http://archive.org/details/DrunkInWilmslowBlues

2009-03-14T04:07:00.003Z

Ian Craven R.I.P.

This was recorded one evening when Ian came to visit sometime in early 1986, we would probably have had a smoke and then decided to improvise this. It is here as my tribute to Ian. We are both messing with stringed instruments and that part is not so good but I thought it worthy of posterity for Ians' vocal contribution. I add some sound from the t.v. at a few points. There never was a part 2. On a lot of the Riverside stuff Ian mentions "Pussy down the well" from a childrens' nursery rhyme. I recently had a discussion with my girlfriend about how deep and intense I can be at times and she said that she wasn't scared to go down the well with me. Ian wasn't scared either.

http://archive.org/details/PreparationsForTheExternalCircusPartOne

2009-03-10T06:27:00.006Z

So, we come to week 23, the final week of The Riverside Sessions and it finds us in good form apart from Mr. Rudeforth who had a slight touch of death and is nowhere to be found or heard here. Ian Craven had settled in and his confidence was brimming over, he was impatient to start hence the "Get on with it" at the beginning. The date is 1.11.85 and we did one gig a couple of weeks after this and then it all fell apart. The gig was ok but the vocals are not very loud on the tape and this spoils it for me.

http://archive.org/details/UfosInYourCornflakes

2009-03-06T05:24:00.002Z

The penultimate week of The Riverside Sessions. There is about 10 minutes on the cassette that is slightly phased/muffled but I used it all for the sake of completion and the sound rights itself after a while. Here is week 22 in all its' ragged glory, to continue to tell the story of those riverside daze.

http://archive.org/details/TheEndOfNothing

2009-03-06T04:27:00.005Z

I could not find anything on week 20 that I thought was worth using so here we go on to week 21 of The Riverside Sessions and it's very powerful stuff with the overwhelming fumes of the midget gem. For those who don't know, midget gems were an incredibly powerful, overwhelming psychoactive drug with an immediate effect, disguised as a chewy fruit sweet. Listen as Ian Craven and I are transformed by the first taste of the gem and moved to declare potent feelings for this tiny transport of delight! Lovely.

http://archive.org/details/MidgetGems

2009-03-04T05:54:00.004Z

1996 - 2007

I moved from Hull in 1998 to a small seaside town in North Yorkshire called Whitby. On the first night (Wednesday) I went to the folk club run by Mick Haywood, having got to know him from numerous previous visits, he greeted me with "welcome home" and it felt like it for a long while. On the Friday he knocked on the door and took me on a pub crawl to introduce me to parts of the town I didn't know. I used to play at the folk club and in various local pubs and did some busking. I was teaching myself fingerpicking, something I had never been able to get to grips with but was determined to learn. I was working in the pub one night when a guy called Barry Whiteland walked in, he was a guitar-teacher and window-cleaner from Middlesborough just come to live in Whitby and commute, he was an ace guitarist specialising in fingerpicking. We started a blues night which ran for about a year and a half. During Folk-Week one year we held our blues night in the Black Horse as usual with the words 'Blues On - Folk Off', the folkies were horrified and at the end of the night some members of the Wilson family ran in, sang a quick bit of folk music then ran out again! Barry was also a really good fisherman and had a secret bait we used to call 'Barrys' Secret Bait'. He taught me lots of good fingerpicking stuff but had a problem with shaky hands cos he was fond of whisky. At some point in 2001 I was smoking a joint and listening to The Beta Band - 3 EPs, something happened and What Katy Did Next was born again in my head. I started to slowly collect some equipment but it was a long time coming to fruition due to the fact that I had a serious breakdown in 2002 and another one a year later in 2003, a couple of months after having to go bankrupt. I slowly recovered, helped in 2004/05 by meeting The Geezer and smoking vast amounts of weed. In 2006 I moved to Edinburgh, Scotland.

2009-03-04T02:57:00.004Z

I came across this photo of the entrance to Ye Olde Blue Bell Inn and tried to clean-up the cassette tape of our gig there on 17.5.88 as best I could. The sound was very thin with lots of audience noise but I beefed it up a bit and thought it was worth sharing cos it's quite atmospheric and the only representation of us live in 1988. The other live tape from a month or so later only has one channel and is unusable, it was recorded upstairs at The Haworth Arms, a bigger room and audience. I got pissed-off by the level of noise and said "If you've just come to talk you might as well go back downstairs", we lost half the audience there and then. The Blue Bell was a great venue, an upstairs room which we arranged to use once a month with the idea of building up a regular audience and trying out different stuff. The day after the gig , the cleaners found evidence of much use of 'wacky-baccy' in ashtrays etc and that was the end of that. We had a couple of friends on the door collecting money, one of whom, Howard, spent most of the evening throwing his knife into the wooden floor; we didn't need to charge much money but half the audience got in for nothing anyway. The line-up was Paul Moller - Guitar, Vocals, Trevor Simpson - Guitar, Mr. Rudeforth - Tapes, Radio, and Gary Burroughs - Bass Drum, Snare Drum with brushes.

The tracks are:-

Mystery Train.
Death Of M.F.
Dead And Gone.
Launderette Love.
Frisco Train.
Dead Flowers.
This Ambulance.
Me And My Chauffeur.
King Alcohol.
Poor Boy.
Bobs' Blues.

http://archive.org/details/LiveAtTheBlueBellInn1988

2009-03-03T04:31:00.004Z

This is where the story really begins. I found this via google one day towards the end of December 2007, I was supposed to be lost but I knew where I was, by coincidence Cheryl (a great friend and life-saver) got in touch and I contacted Mr. Rudeforth about his vacuum cleaner abilities, or lack of. Someone once told him they had seen him playing the vacuum cleaner onstage, he is scrupulously clean I am assured but they were sadly mistaken over the glorious sound of his hoover music. This is a compilation that Mr. Rudeforth did of The Riverside Sessions and I have tried to avoid using most of the bits on it when compiling my version of the sessions. The people in the photo are looking for something but no-one knows what.

http://archive.org/details/whatkatydidnextsomebodypullthechain

2009-02-25T05:42:00.002Z

This is a compilation of weeks 17/18/19 of The Riverside Sessions. Unfortunately there were some problems with the mics on week 19 and a lot of it was unusable, I salvaged what I could but the second side of the cassette was too iffy.

http://archive.org/details/BlancmangeBlackPudding

2009-02-24T05:15:00.003Z

This public, which likes to pretend that it is a connoisseur of everything while it in fact does nothing but justify everything it has been forced to undergo, passively accepting the constantly increasing repugnance of the food it eats, the air it breathes and the dwellings it inhabits - this public grumbles about change only when it affects the cinema to which it has become accustomed. And in fact this is the only one of its' habits that seem to have been respected. For a long time I have been perhaps the only person to offend it in this domain. All the other film-makers, even those who are up-to-date enough to echo a few issues already made fashionable by the press, continue to presume the innocense of this public, continue to use the same old cinematic conventions to show it the same sort of distant adventures enacted by stars who have lived in its' place - stars whose most intimate affairs it can ogle through the media keyhole.

Guy Debord

from the film In Girum Imus Nocte Et Consumimur Igni (a medieval latin palindrome of unknown authorship which translates as We Turn In The Night And Are Consumed By Fire).

2009-02-23T05:10:00.003Z

Brothers and Sisters get down upon your knees and worship the majestic lord Craven as he delivers the gospel in his first sermon straight from the horses mouth! It helps if you are mad, yeah, in a fkn mad world it does! Otherwise known as week 16 of The Riverside Sessions and what a week that was in 1985. Unfortunately part of it and both tapes from week 15 were lost by Johnny Tasker and Dave Stead in a rather careless manner and I've not forgiven or forgotten Mr Stead, poor Johnny died a sad and tragically young death. Going through these tapes has been like skiiing up the Alps but week 16 makes the task lighter. It all finally came together and all the work we had put in paid off. We changed our position in the room that we played in, didn't use the P.A. system and set up the mics differently for recording. This meant that Ian Craven had to bend over double to vocalise as they were at waist-height. I can still see him in my minds-eye giving it rock, we couldn't hear what he was saying until tape playback time and then - Wow! I had met him thru Terry and he was nearly 20 years older than me. He was going thru a bad time, had no job, was getting divorced after splitting up with his wife and leaving his two sons. He had never done anything like this before and never did after. We invited him to rehearsals and one night he started to join in, gradually gaining confidence until this stuff just started pouring out of him in a stream-of-consciousness, all totally improvised on the spot like the music. A while after the group fell apart he moved somewhere down south and became an R.E. teacher. A few years later I heard that he had died, of a brain-haemorrhage I think. The sound is not so good at first due to the age and condition of the cassette but it gets there in the end. I am very proud to present this for your edification. It's the high-point for me so far but I am sure there will be more.

http://archive.org/details/ItHelpsIfYouAreMadPart1

http://archive.org/details/ItHelpsIfYouAreMadPart2

http://archive.org/details/ItHelpsIfYouAreMadPart3

2009-02-17T05:45:00.003Z

1995

I had an operation on my right shoulder in 1994 and needed to recover but there was no What Katy Did Next in '94 anyway. At one point I bumped into a drummer called Mark Heathcote who had played in one of Mark Fells' first bands and asked him if he would be interested in playing should I get things back together, he replied in the affirmative. Early in '95 we started again with Myself - Guitar, Vocals, Trevor Simpson - Bass and Mark Heathcote - Drums. Mr. Rudeforth had decided he didn't want to perform live anymore but still did everything else as a non-performing member of the group and came every week to rehearsals to film some of them or simply just be there. We agreed that we would take 6 months rehearsing to get sorted before we did anything. Mark wasn't the best drummer we ever had so we needed to work hard. After 6 months we did a few gigs and things started to begin to happen again. One day Mark turned round and said "I don't want to do it anymore", I could have killed him with my bare hands but we just simply gave up again for good...?

2009-02-17T04:45:00.005Z

Un Petit D'une Petite, as in 'sat on the wall' and 'had a great fall', but not quite a large French humpty dump 'n that with dirty underwear. This is a compilation of some of the stuff that was recorded for release by Turdy Ming-Hole the turd, on Genesis P-Orridge's Temple records before it turned out that Turdy was a bag full of shit. He got his years later when I heard he'd gone mad and alcoholic, raving about being the inventor of Acid House and that Gen had ripped off all his ideas, he had played in Coum many years before. I should have checked with Gen first cos I knew him from being an old TG fan but never mind, this wouldn't exist if I had. We hired a P.A., a rehearsal room, Gary Burroughs' 4-track and I paid. It was recorded on 9-11 of February 1987 and some of it was mixed a couple of months later. It features some of the first things I wrote when I started writing songs again. All together now - "I'm a honky-tonk pheasant and I'm ready to cough a-ha". Death of MF came to me late one evening when I was feeling shit and only had enough cash for a miniature bottle of whisky, I downed it and as the effects came on so did the words. Samuel Beckett wrote a poem called 'Mort de AD' about a friend who had died and as this seemed to be about Mark Fell that's where the title translated from. The words for The Nipple came from a book of bawdy old ballads I found in Hull music library, vocal by Mr. and Mrs. Rudeforth. Three Gobs Spew The Mares View has all three of us reading from my notebooks. The line-up for these recordings is...

Paul Moller - Guitar, Vocal, Sax.

Mr Rudeforth - Radio, Vocal, Violin.

Jonathan/Cess - Electronics, Radio, Vocal.

The tracks are :-

Un Petit D'une Petite.
Death Of MF.
The Nipple.
The Mares Lemon.
Acute Metaphysical Despair.
Giddy Up Neddy.
Three Gobs Spew The Mares View.
Poetic Licensiousness.
Guitar Bazaar.

http://www.archive.org/details/UnPetitDunePetite

2009-02-16T06:14:00.007Z

1993

I fell out with Gary really badly because he was taking the piss basically and it nearly ended in violence but I just managed to restrain myself. We had a meeting at the end of 1992, at one point he had the cheek to say "but I'm doing it all for you" and I nearly punched him. So we started 1993 as a trio of Paul Moller, Trevor Simpson and Mr. Rudeforth. I told Gary that we would be using the studio and equipment to pay back all the time that he owed me. We went in every weekend when he was at his club gig and did some stuff and a couple of gigs but in the end he tried to make it difficult and we made a clean break, taking the master tapes and our gear with us. By July it was all over, I can't remember exactly why but I think we just got fed up with it all. So that was the end of What Katy Did Next, again...

2009-02-16T05:58:00.006Z

This is a compilation from week 14 of The Riverside Sessions 1985. There was no Ian Craven this week and no vocals at all for the first and last time. This was an unusual recording as one mic went thru an echo machine so one channel is all echo. We couldn't hear the echo effect as we played.

http://www.archive.org/details/FoxtrotTangoEcho

2009-02-15T05:56:00.006Z

This compilation is from weeks 11, 12 and 13 of The Riverside Sessions 1985. Week 11 was the last of the 3 tape sessions, as we got stuff condensed down and perfected we did less of it. Ian, Gary, Terry and I took some LSD and were tripping for week 11. These 3 sessions were a turning point in many ways, Ian Craven got more interested and more confident with the Katy method. The way we approached the sound and the recording of it changed for the better shortly after this as it all started to gel. There's not much of week 12 here because it wasn't particularly good in my opinion.

http://www.archive.org/details/ItsYakimoto

2009-02-10T06:10:00.006Z

The Riverside '85 run continues with another compilation. This is from week 9 and has more of the two drum kit thrashing which started on week 8 and the skeleton of the piano is still being abused.

http://www.archive.org/details/IWantToBeAMooCow

2009-02-10T05:35:00.005Z

1991/92

Grant Ardis left in March and Gary Burroughs re-joined in May. Gary borrowed some money off his Mum and bought a 16 track recording studio which we ran commercially and also used for our own stuff which became more electronic to take advantage of the equipment at our disposal. We put out some more tapes which generated some interest and did a few gigs. We videoed one at the Adelphi where the room was very dark, we wore white suits and projected a film over us, it was very effective and atmospheric. We released a few copies as Clam-Film 1. Keith Le Blanc (Sugarhill Gang/Maffia/Tackhead) had a lable which was interested in us but they went bankrupt before anything happened. During the second part of 1992 it became obvious that things were not working out with Gary due to the usual problem. He was only involved in anything for what he could get out of it and could never see further than the end of his dick. We got rid of him for good towards the end of the year.