"ARK!" HAROLD ANGEL SINGS
Harold Angel woke up boldly and jumped out of bed. The sun was growing stronger every day and he felt glad of it. "They were the first unsigned band to play at both the HMV Institute and The Birmingham Ballroom!" he hummed to himself, taking off his nightcap and folding it neatly on the still-warm pillow.
The first thing Harold liked to do on mornings such as this was open his bedroom window and take in a deep breath of the fresh air. Today was the first morning he'd felt like doing that in weeks. As he turned the handle and pushed the slightly condensated window open, the noise of traffic grew slightly louder and the day leapt in at him like an eager child. "Formed in 2009, they are a 7-piece with a plethora of varied influences. They create tunes which combine strong melodies with danceable rhythms in a style that is very much their own" it seemed to say to Harold, as the sun caressed his face.
Five minutes later and Harold was stood naked in his small but ample kitchen. The smell of toast in the toaster mingled with the smell of the fresh laundry which had been drying overnight on a clothes horse near the door. Harold had turned the radio on and although the signal wasn't that great round here (especially, for some reason, when Harold went near the fridge) the music was audible enough to enjoy. "Who needs absolutions with medications like these?" asked the 'rapper' over a hip-hop-esque beat.
"www.reverbnation.com/thebluebeatarkestra" thought Harold with a smile, as the toast popped up.
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Kitchen table, Oldbury, 13th January 2012
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