Wallis Bird checked in with fans on her blog at MySpace on Thursday (September 11). The Irish indie pop singer writes:

The recording is going excellent. I recently went home for a week after the picnic to go down to my parents’ house to annoy/record them!! It was so nice. Myself and Marcus went down with a whole load of equipment and a whole load of happiness! I wrote a couple songs while I was there and the sound of the room that came across on their recordings just felt like the house was breathing. The wooden floor became the bassdrum, the squeaky chair became and toot-flute, the dogs became a regular instrument cos they sneaked into tracks non stop! My neighbors sang, anyone that was there sang, the rain pelted tracks of atmosphere, my parents of course walked in on the quietest of tracks without knowing: Mam walks in and asks Aidan “would you like something to eat?” to which she got pelted with flailing arm gestures and quiet signs… She get a fright and shouts “OH SORRY!!” Then Dad walks in and I dunno why he shouts, but he does: “DID YE GET SOMETHING TO EAT?” to which we all just crack up laughing!!! There’s loads of funny incidents, hopefully it comes across on tape! Brillo Pads!

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Wallis Bird checked in with fans on her blog at MySpace on Friday (August 15) with the following message:

How’s the studio going you ask??

Wellllllll…

I’m sitting in studio cutting sh** up to bits, melodyning EVERYTHING, beat detectiving all the soul and all the groove out of Christian’s drums, I’ve replaced my vocals and my body with Scarlet Johansens. I’ve spilt half a K of Charlie between the faders or the 128 channel SSL desk that I loaned from the sheikh. THEN… we got arrested because we broke the sound barrier again, and our neighbors (Annie Lennox and Elton John) filed a complaint, so now we’re recording a 20 minute 6 string bass solo in 16 hertz. I’m sitting on the speakers.

(ooooooooh me molecules!)

Michael is in another K-hole, I dunno what im gonna do with him, he’s gone off the rails this time… in the tabloids all the time, falling out of chic bars with another filthy A-list celeb on his arm.

Meanwhile, I sold my guitars for cigarettes, and now have nothing to record my songs with… so I’ve been beatboxing, and clapping… and flapping. It sounds good.

Marcus has been pissing me off too, he just wont do any work and when I ask him can he bring up the last session we did, he just tells me what a bad mother I am to our child, I wish he would stop bringing Reginald into it.

So… the studio is going fine

Smell ya later crocodile!
wal x