SAT 07.04.18 AB Hall Complex, Brussels


I was meant to be doing some gigs with The Lovely Eggs later this year, but i'm not doing them now.

More Singles

New Album racket

Some have been sent wrapped in the Daily Mail for padding, others in the red tissue paper. Non of any of it sounds like this.


"Yet on stage, Mark Wynn goes beyond the simple principle of "concert" and gives himself entirely to a public meditated or even dubious, very embarrassed and disconcerted by the proposed show. Here is the reason that made me come back to support the boy, because while I was debating, for sure, some trivialities, I remembered the live videos I had been able to glean here and there. So I could not let him redeem our sins alone, he who by giving himself whole leads us to question the very notion of popular music.  The worst part of all this is that as good French, we were many to pan only half the subject, thus adding a little more scope to the cross and the banner of the artist misunderstood ... Do not be fooled, it is also his main tool..."


There was a shop that sold safes, and town was a long way from where we were staying. But why would you go out, sitting around the hotel in the dressing gown drying out of the shower no of course not. I did not because of course not. Can't wear those things. And so I went for a mooch and had a long chat with someone who said I was like Victoria Wood. Following this I hung about and watched and put the money in my pocket and wrote some things on people's records because I was dancing last night and I've just remembered. Apparently there is a thing called slut dropping. And I was doing it. Perhaps I will type this into the screen to find out what it really is. But my Mum and Dad are watching tennis in the next room, and a man is grunting, and I am 30 and have a lot of books I want to read so maybe I should just turn  this off and do that.

Delete this tomorrow. Shake legs like in the tape.

Manufaktur, Schorndorf

"With its angular movements and the lean upper body, it is reminiscent of Iggy or Fad Gadget. With the laptop, ancient Nokia (for regular time control), completely unmodified glasses and "Mephisto" shoes, the lanky Brit looks more like an administrative worker who has strayed to the stage of the manufactory."           "   


Had a long sleep in a hotel room trying not to worry about everything I was worrying about. Then I thought about trying to be Henry Miller again. But that would be a stupid thing to do and not be me. Back to sleep. I woke up again and then there was this review.

Very much enjoying putting things I can't read into google translate and seeing what it comes out with.

"comes on the stage and says for a while nothing but "Hello" and "Good Evening" , Then he picks up his playback and sings around on the oversized stage, quoting The Smiths, waving with gladiolas - and believes he can get by."

"The audience reacts indifferently to the broken performance of the anarchist... Wynn is very busy with his thoroughly British lecture, but it remains unclear which stories he can and can not believe."

"Wynn also tries with free upper body, burping into the micro and indicated Iggy Pop movements to score points."


There was pavlova. And so much cheese and fancy teas I could drink that wouldn't send me wappy. Which is what I am saying about the thing. Because some of the people were sweating a lot, and chewing their faces; I just had to sit down. And when the man came up to the merch desk and asked if i'd do him a deal, I said no. No, Mister Man, I cannot cut you a deal. Here in the Christiana place I want your money, and I want to watch you ask for it cheaper and me to respond and you not to like it. I am a fan. What? Well, I am full of pavlova. But really, I don't want to do it on the deal because I don't know the money. And me and Ray, we spent all morning looking for the Little Mermaid statue. And when we found it, he took a picture, only to find out later that it was the wrong bloody one. But we didn't know it at the time. And that, I feel, is important.

Am I sounding like someone else? I keep trying to do yoga in the hotel room. But then I think about the internet and there's a book I should be reading and there was this massive pavlova, and no one was having any of it and I felt bad so I had some. It was nice, I thought it was nice. But then I was full. And then there was the cheese. And the grapes. And these drug dealers in tracksuits. I had my shirt tucked in. And this chuffing haircut looks shoddy in the pictures I have just found of myself on the internet. So I ate some more of the pavlova. And then the boogie. And the floggy of the gubbins to the people I thought were ugly, gorgeous, or just drunk. And then a little more of the pavlova - shaking in the van on the way back to the room I keep waking up in thinking about a past time.

Earlier in the existence I was dancing awkwardly in the Crescent. I was full of the salmon I paggered home for because the lights were bright in there and I didn't fancy the chilli whatever it was; I wanted the salmon my Dad was doing. So I went home for it. And listened to Frankie Lee Sims again. And had a proper shave. Because this is what I am trying to say: I am on the 19th floor, way above the Bowie, and I am not even bothered about thinking about watching the cruisers below, I am having a proper shave listening to You Only Live Twice, because if I'm going to do this I might as well do what I always want to do when I do this: check behind the pictures for wires, order green figs and yoghurt, and something else about James Bond whatever I'm saying... Because I should be cleaning, but they let me come do this because they said I was a good cleaner. And, yes, I was taking the piss not telling them about the gigs until I'd signed the contract, but I just really needed to clean some toilets and stop thinking about myself.


"An original English band parodist, like Andre van Duin was once. He still has to learn something ..."

Tineke Klamer

I encountered someone by the merchandise while I was digesting. She wanted to know if I was really getting paid 500 euros for what is in the videos above. I said, yes, it was the truth, the man called Steve, he wanted me to come and warm up the people. I said okay maybe, but only if there is some money and the pavlova in Copenhagen. He said he couldn't make any promises on the pavlova, I would just have to say yes and wait till we got there, but I would be paid the decent money because this is not like it is usually that I have experienced. Oh no, they actually get you the herbal teas and put money in your bank account. And so I told her: It's not real, it's just Steve asked me to come. Who is this Steve? she wanted to know. I pointed him out and then she said to me:

"But I am a much better singer than you, and my jokes are so much better. It's not fair."

Perhaps I responded something smart to this, but I can't remember because my mind is now saying look at the bit of paper with what it says about what they thought of you:

'Sexy Cripple' - No, I am not so sure about that one.

'Typical English' - No, I don't think you have been to Harrogate recently, and no Englishman that I know orders a chamomile tea at one in the morning in a bar in Paris (of course there are some - when will we party together to prove it? - oh the things that I wonder about nothingness).

'Dirty Dirty Leeds' - Yes, that is what he thought. But then I was back with the woman and she said she does three sets for 80 euros, she is a receptionist, she hates her job.

Do you have a background in theater? No, but I do like the boogie.

following this I spent a lot of time listening to people from Preston and thinking that I was excited about the breakfast in the morning. But don't have too much Markie, you know what you are like, talking walks so you can have more of the buffet. Yes, I know your ways. And I think again that I am hungry. Attractive people playing pool beneath the green lights smelling of cigarettes. What was? I walked to the back of the place, ducked out, and wandered in the direction of the hotel. Because there were four beds in my room, and I had decided to set four separate alarms, and sleep in each. Because I know the housekeeping is not a job that I fancy, but at the same time, I don't know what I am going to say about that. I think it's pretend

Name search

"Mark Wynn is knee-deep in mud, adopted by the noise, sentences and stories. Learn all about a world that we do not like and which ends with a question and exclamation mark three points."

A 7 inch single at some point.


Sunday did Coventry. Doing the gigs the gigs that are next to this, in the future.
Correctly punctuated? Email account being hacked? That the correct being?

Achin' at The Prospect - A Racket (that one)

Made a new racket. 
Tis available here 

Made a 28 page magazine thing to go with it. They are £6 off the bandcamp. 


December Acoustic Gigs with Boss Caine

2nd Shakespeare, Sheffield
4th Victoria Inn, Colchester
6thAces and Eights, London
8th Beeswing, Swindon
9th The Railway, Southend-on –sea
12th The Fulford Arms, York