It gives me no great pleasure to tell you that Broadarrow Jack, the trusty submersible musical vessel, will sail no more after September.
Broadarrow Jack was an interesting idea, a collaboration between a group of friends united somewhat in geekness. We had some good times. We regailed you with stories of slugs (they hunt in packs, you know), of drinking, of medieval zombie horses and of mysterious men in black. We didn't play many gigs, because we were all busy with lots of other things; and lately we've even had difficulty getting together to rehearse.
So it's time to return to dry dock, and hang up the old oilskins. We'll be playing our final gig at the Asylum Steampunk festival in Lincoln in September; and we'd love for some of you to join us. And the music doesn't end there - Crimson Clocks are heading onward and upward; and I'll share some recordings with you later this week.
In the meantime, from Broadarrow Jack - thanks for your support - you've all been splendid!
Broadarrow Jack was an interesting idea, a collaboration between a group of friends united somewhat in geekness. We had some good times. We regailed you with stories of slugs (they hunt in packs, you know), of drinking, of medieval zombie horses and of mysterious men in black. We didn't play many gigs, because we were all busy with lots of other things; and lately we've even had difficulty getting together to rehearse.
So it's time to return to dry dock, and hang up the old oilskins. We'll be playing our final gig at the Asylum Steampunk festival in Lincoln in September; and we'd love for some of you to join us. And the music doesn't end there - Crimson Clocks are heading onward and upward; and I'll share some recordings with you later this week.
In the meantime, from Broadarrow Jack - thanks for your support - you've all been splendid!
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