What the **** do they put in that cider?
- Blusey Steve, Event Organiser

So, first post from me and its the birth of the “half arsed choir” in the dank basement of Manchester’s Bluesy Steve. Cider bottles, broken cables and shattered guitars strewn over the floor, but most importantly egg boxes (thanks to an ancient forgotten idea of ‘sound proofing’). It was two weeks ago the ever resourceful Scoot (often to be seen at Busking Ballads, noticeable for been dressed exactly as myself but with a Mohican) fashioned a mic stand from a cymbal stand and an egg box. Genius.

Used again today by myself as “the half arsed choir” met for only the second time for a jam. He may be a mere scrap of a boy but he’s the most energy filled blues harpist I’ve ever met, Mr Tyler Hatwell, joined myself and another Busking Ballads regular and cider drinking reprobate Mr Medicine Stu.

Songs were exchanged, songs were learnt, classics were slaughtered, all gearing up for the recording of my first E.P. Hopefully some of these jams will osmosis onto the stage at your friendly local Wednesday night open mic, Busking Ballads.

Anyone who is to witness this bizarre meeting would be surely saying, ‘what the **** do they put in that cider?’ Much like Stu and myself on a Thursday morning after a night on Sandbars lethal hand pulled apple juice.

- Blusey Steve runs “Busking Ballads”, an open mic acoustic event at sandbar the 1st and 3rd Wednesday every month.  Check out upcoming dates here.