the mysterious fred pipes not only has stolen the soul of beloved comrade williwaw but also captured the last four-some minutes of its appearance at the ukelear [sic] meltdown on sunday, 28.02.2010.
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03 March 2010
02 March 2010
après l'effondrement, les photos
having weathered the ukelear [sic] meltdown in newcastle-upon-tyne, our comrade williwaw has found himself to be encapsulated in virtual tintypes - behold the visual pleasantries!


during the amp'd uke hijinks that sunday afternoon, the center-stage microphone appeared to be a bit of a gaffer gaff, but in these photos, it appears as though the films are speaking truth to their own power. regards to the photographer/soul-stealer, the mysterious fred pipes
during the amp'd uke hijinks that sunday afternoon, the center-stage microphone appeared to be a bit of a gaffer gaff, but in these photos, it appears as though the films are speaking truth to their own power. regards to the photographer/soul-stealer, the mysterious fred pipes
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22 February 2010
this one's strictly for the geordies
williwaw will be finally returning to the stage proper, or more properly, the cinema, as part of the third ukulelear meltdown at the star and shadow cinema which lies upon Stepney Bank, a wee lane in Newcastle, which lies upon the Tyne, on Sunday, 28. February 2010 at the easy-going hour of four pm.
not only will the beloved comrade be supplying the stock-in-trade amp'd-uke histrionics to the masquerade, but some manner of workshop entitled Amplifying your uke for a little fun, a lot less friends and absolutely no profit at the wee early hour of eleven am on that same day. A curious time, indeed.
In the meantime, our comrade will be running amok trying to find 35 x 70 cm pieces of paneling. these are the lives we have chosen.
not only will the beloved comrade be supplying the stock-in-trade amp'd-uke histrionics to the masquerade, but some manner of workshop entitled Amplifying your uke for a little fun, a lot less friends and absolutely no profit at the wee early hour of eleven am on that same day. A curious time, indeed.
In the meantime, our comrade will be running amok trying to find 35 x 70 cm pieces of paneling. these are the lives we have chosen.
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