As you know our plane from London to Montreal was held for three hours on the tarmac before taking off. I agree that safety comes first, and understand that the technical problems were beyond your control. I wish you hadn’t told us that the issue was with a flap on one of the wings, or that the solution was to tape it down… but here we are in Montreal, alive and not dead, so I guess you know what you’re doing. I thank you for keeping us safe. I don’t hold you responsible for the three hours of CBeebies my son watched while still on the runway because what else was there to do. I also agree that food safety is important, and four hours out of the fridge is too long for hot food, and that it was better to only serve the snack rather than not fly at all. I don’t blame you for the entire packet of Oreo cookies my son ate on the flight because what else was there to eat. It’s not your fault British Airways, I understand.

What I don’t understand is landing at 11pm (4am for our bodies) and connecting to Montreal wifi only to find an apology email from you with a ‘digital refreshment voucher, so you can have something to eat or drink while you wait’ … 10CAD each. That’s £5.30. Better than nothing? Enough for a Montreal bagel? So yes, I reluctantly downloaded the app, not easy with intermittent wifi, carefully input all three codes, which took at least three attempts, somehow managed to link the vouchers to my Apple Wallet, while queuing for the self-service primary inspection passport kiosks, and then failed, repeatedly, to ‘sync wallet to card’. I consider myself relatively phone-competent, but this final hurdle I could not seem to jump. I gave up trying when we walked through customs and realised barely anything was open at the arrivals terminal anyway. I would crack the technology in time for the return journey, I commiserated. Oh no wait… ‘Your voucher is valid until either your flight departs, or up to 24 hours after your flight's original departure time, so please use it promptly.’

British Airways, I’m sorry to be the one to inform you that your attempt at compensation only added insult to injury. Please consider simpler ways to help your frazzled, hungry passengers, young and old, as they land in new lands at ungodly hours after gruelling journeys. Of course it’s not just you, the whole world has lost the plot. Try moving house these days, switching accounts, changing addresses — you need a PhD just to get past the automated phone systems. I miss people. I miss bus conductors, cashiers, librarians. A fantastic bakery has reopened here in Montreal, with a self-service check-out for baguettes — I kid you not! Maybe in the sci-fi future someone can hand out simple, paper food vouchers to all delayed passengers as they walk off the plane, valid indefinitely. Or cash, even better. Or food! A bagel.

I hope you enjoyed the eclipse. Did your pilots see it from the air? It was cloudy here in Montreal but at least we’ve had some terrific rain storms, which feels like a luxury coming from the scorching British summer.

I await your reply with naive optimism.

Sincerely,

L. Arad

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A mid-month Monday morning missive to bring you the happy news that JF & I were asked to write a duet for Strangers On A Bench! Do you know this podcast yet? Where Tom Rosenthal strikes up intimate conversations with strangers on benches? It’s one of my favourites and I’m not alone in that. It’s reached the Top 10 in the UK charts and won awards and been featured in The Observer and The New York Times and all the places.

There’s a brand new song at the end of each episode, commissioned to respond to the conversation. This week, episode 96, is the first time there wasn’t just one stranger sat on the bench with Tom, but two! A couple, in fact. And what better occasion for a JF & Lail reunion… Funny timing in a way, with each of us deep in the making of new solo records, but really fun to write together again. With a deadline! Which we missed. But compensated for in charm.

Listen to the song: https://ffm.to/whereimsupposedtobe

Listen to the podcast: https://linktr.ee/strangersonabench

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Later this month I’m back on the road with The Songs Of Joni Mitchell — Edinburgh, York, Cambridge Folk Festival — then to Montreal for August — and somehow moving flats in between. All that to say please forgive me if my letters continue to miss their first Sunday of the month deadlines for a while… I’ll make up for it in charm.

Happy summer holidays!

Lail

p.s. This is my 100th letter on Substack…

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Context:

I just got back from Spain where I reread Franny and Zooey while sipping gazpacho in a hammock and it made me want to write but also to never write again because how can anyone ever come close to Salinger’s brilliance wow.

Preamble:

The return journey was almost rough enough to undo all the relaxation of the holiday. Certainly not the sunrise-from-the-deck-and-sea-breeze-in-my-hair final scene I’d envisaged. After days of perfect, clear waters, with only the gentlest waves reminding us we weren’t swimming in an infinity pool, a storm descended on the island just in time for our departure. Not a terrific storm, nothing spectacular, just threatening grey skies, menacing gusts of wind, and enough waves to make the 7am ferry feel like 30 minutes of fairground hell, even under the influence of Kwells travel sickness pills. We came off green and pasty, had an emotional reunion with solid ground and took a speeding cab to the airport, where we had so much time to kill we lost track of it completely and very almost missed our flight.

Excuses:

This month’s Substack — i.e. this email you are reading right now— is almost rough enough to undo 4.5 years worth of high-calibre content. It’s certainly not the delightful new song I was imagining when I promised you a ‘tune in June’ last month. I’m not sure why. The holiday made me lazy? I’m no longer convinced by the original premise of sharing half-baked work on Sunday mornings? Of being less precious, less precocious? Recording an album turns me into a secretive person? Whatever the excuse, my sincere apologies to new subscribers with high expectations. I’ll take each unsubscribe as well-deserved punishment for what is about to transpire.

Crux:

Our son Milo turned 5 while we were away. This may have contributed to the obsession he developed with one particular Jonathan Richman song, which he asked to hear multiple times on every drive to the beach. And to sing multiple times on every drive back home… So to mark this momentous birthday — (and, yes, as a meagre place-filler while I stall for time before whatever it is that is eventually coming and potentially worth waiting for) — I share with you a car recording of JF & Lail & Milo singing My Little Kookenhaken by The Modern Lovers.

Disclaimer:

This is not half-baked work. This is raw dough. And missing key ingredients. Like a band. And an ending. This is not Family Von Trapp. This is approximated lyrics and croaky voices. This is accidental key changes while driving down a dirt road with the windows down. This is one full minute of outsider art, starring the boy who told us in no uncertain terms that good singing = high singing. Please enjoy. It doesn’t get better than this. Except maybe for the original.

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So long, farewell,

Lail

p.s. This is my 99th Substack. See you at the jubilee…

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I’m also working on new music. Writing, recording, enjoying. It takes the time it takes. It promises to be the most Lail Arad record of all time.

I’m also working on something involving all these old journals:

May your May exceed all expectations.

I promise a tune in June.

Lail x

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The pre-show playlist was blasting Kylie, I suppose because Kevin is Australian. Kevin is a Koala. A high proportion of the crowd was wearing fluffy bear ears. I was back in The Queen Elizabeth Hall, this time in the audience. My 4-year old was busy reminiscing. This is the exact same door we came in for your concert. And this is exactly where you sold your CDs. Of course he remembers the CDs. After falling asleep backstage in the 2nd half he woke up just in time to help man the merch desk before running gleefully around the foyer handing programmes to strangers. He was hungover for the rest of the week, but it was worth it. An opportunity for him to finally see what all the fuss was about these past two years. And to sing along to Big Yellow Taxi.

I asked him if it felt funny to be back in the same place again. This is completely different mama. Yours was a singing show and this is the theatre. Yours went completely dark and then there were just millions of blue lights. This is for children. I agreed it’s remarkable, how the same space can feel so totally different, even before the performance begins. A little stage set, a little lighting, The Loco-Motion. Though there were certainly similarities once the action began. Three-part harmonies, special guests, audience participation, earnest undertones. I do hope Jesca, Kate and I can return to Southbank’s magnificent hall for International Women’s Day next year. Same time, same place. The Songs Of Kylie Minogue.

Not unlike The Koala Who Could, daring to try new things for the first time, here’s a clip of me singing For Free from Ladies Of The Canyon, a new addition to the set list, with Richard Sears on piano and a little name drop to boot:

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If you haven’t yet managed to catch the show (lots coming up & more to be announced soon) you can now watch the beautiful film of our Paris concert on Europe’s finest public service culture channel: ARTE TV.

And keep an eye out for the latest edition of Mojo magazine when it hits the shelves in a couple of weeks…

Meanwhile, this month is 10 years since my album The Onion came out. Not sure how that happened. You can refresh your memories here. And wish me luck as I begin to record a long overdue solo record about which I’ll tell you more soon...

Ok. Need to go set up an egg hunt for some hungry koalas.

Happy Easter!

Lail x

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Hello March!

I’m going to keep this short because I’ve seen such excellent shorts this past month. I hadn’t watched a short film in many a long year, but somehow I now have three gems to recommend. They’re all shorter than an episode of ~insert your preferred end-of-day comfort series here~ and I encourage you to seek them out. I don’t actually want to say too much about them because they’re each so wonderfully surprising.

1. A Friend Of Dorothy - Written and directed by Lee Knight and starring Miriam Margolyes. Perfect beginning to end. (on Disney +)

2. Big Man - Produced by and starring Stormzy. Shot on iPhone 16. Totally delightful and touching. (on YouTube)

3. The Singers - Directed by Sam A. Davis and based on an 1852 short story by Turgenev. I laughed, I cried! (on Netflix)

I just tried to choose my favourite and failed. I love them all. Little nuggets of life and connection. Tell me what you think.

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Ok that was my short lived career as a short film critic.

The Songs Of Joni Mitchell hits the road again this week with sold out shows in London’s Southbank Centre and Leeds’ Brudenell Social Club. See the poster below for more dates coming up. And those of you in France and Germany can look out for the TV broadcast of our Paris show on ARTE Concerts later this month!

Until soon,

Lail x

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We’ve been promising you a new duet since before Christmas. We’ve been promising ourselves we’d cover this song since before we met. So here it is, 10 years and 2 months late, the perfect moment for this gem of a song.

Pack Up Your Sorrows by Mimi & Richard Fariña — sung by JF & Lail on a rainy February night:

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Meanwhile:

Jesca Hoop and I will be on BBC Radio 4’s Loose Ends on Feb 21st to talk about The Songs Of Joni Mitchell show we’re playing on International Women’s Day at The Queen Elizabeth Hall. We’ll be singing a couple of songs, revealing our special guests and I believe Southbank may be releasing some extra tickets for the occasion…

We’re also very excited to be playing Cambridge Folk Festival this summer, not only because Susanne Vega is on the bill. Many more 2026 shows to be announced soon.

Also other things I can’t yet talk about especially one involving television. The electronic device, not the band. Though I did once open for Television and somehow walked in on Tom Verlaine backstage in his boxer shorts but that is another story.

Over and out.

Lail x

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Regretfully, having already postponed December’s letter from the first Sunday of the month to the last Sunday of the year (which is today), I now have to concede that my plan is not going to plan. Because who can sing with a hand-me-down kids’ virus?! Merry Christmas! Never mind. I owe you a song. Maybe a duet. Maybe even next Sunday for the first letter of next year? Maybe. No promises. I can’t keep them like I used to. Never work with children or animals. And don’t let them borrow your phone…

To lengthen the list of promises I may or may not keep, here are some New Year’s resolutions for 2026:

1. Don’t make promises.

2. Don’t get sick.

3. Don’t read the news more than 3 times a day.

4. Cook more soup. Buy a ladle.

5. Throw at least 3 parties.

6. Read all the books in the pile.

7. Write one book for someone else’s future pile.

8. Write 1-10 good songs. Tie them with a bow.

9. Defrost the freezer.

10. Say cheesy things “be grateful for every single day” and believe them.

Also for 2026, currently accepting recommendations for:

1. Movies/TV Shows (low peril content)

2. Small house plants (low maintenance)

3. Excellent, luxurious, expensive, high-end sofa beds (low cost)

4. Duet cover songs (lower expectations for this being ready for next week)

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A Very Happy New Year To You All! See you on the other side,

Lail x

Meanwhile I should draw your attention to next year’s third second Sunday of the month, Sunday 8th March 2026, which is International Women’s Day, when The Songs Of Joni Mitchell will reunite for a special one-off performance at The Queen Elizabeth Hall in London’s Southbank Centre. Tickets going faster than 2025…

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This is the final call for Passenger Lel Arad, Layal Arad? This is the final call. Lel Layal Arad was waiting at the wrong gate in Dublin airport. She did not clock that nobody else was waiting with her, or that the flight was due to take off in ten minutes. She did not clock this because the clock said 06:45 and she’d already been awake for two hours, after only three hours sleep. She was no longer built for this rock’n’roll life. I’m so sorry, she mouthed to the woman at the gate. Her voice had disappeared completely at the start of the tour. In real time, on stage in Manchester, somewhere during verse two of Big Yellow Taxi. You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone. Thankfully it was coaxed back with copious amounts of steaming and Manuka honey by the time they got to Bristol, but it was still pretty husky. Think late era Joni. Especially in the mornings. Especially on little sleep. She did not bother explaining all this to the woman checking her passport. Instead, she gave her a thankful thumbs up before running the wrong way across the airfield and almost getting on the wrong plane.

Finally in the air, hopefully homeward bound, she fell asleep and dreamt of the previous night, of the luscious, red and gold Olympia Theatre, 1000 people singing along to songs that never get tired, of new friends and upstairs choirs, soda bread and Irish stew, guest lists and mailing lists and price lists and set lists, and the fine white lines of the free freeway. She woke up in London. London, where in ten days time the tour would reunite to play Shepherds Bush Empire, the venue where she’d seen some of her favourite ever concerts — Jonathan Richman, Ezra Furman, Camille. London, where her four-year-old had also been awake since the early hours, too excited for the return of his mama, and for Halloween, in equal measure.

Lel Layal Arad hopes to see you in London on November 13th. Or in Paris on November 17th. Or Vienna on November 20th. If the tour so far is anything to go by, she thinks these show are going to be very, very special.

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The upstairs choir, 3Olympia Theatre Dublin, 30.10.25, soundcheck:

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The Incredible String Band’s ‘October Song’ by Lail Arad & JF Robitaille:

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Meanwhile The Songs Of Joni Mitchell kicks off next Sunday morning 12th October with a live session for Cerys Matthews on BBC Radio 6 Music! You can tune in at 11am UK time or listen back at your leisure: bbc.co.uk/programmes/m002kg0y

And from there the tour begins! Check the poster for cities & dates, book your tickets, tell your friends, we’ll be selling our EP at the merch desk too…

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Happy October!

Lail x

And the back cover so you can see the track list…

Over to you…

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(you can also buy the CD at the merch desk after one of our shows…)

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See you soon! Lail x

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Hello Friends!

I hope some of you are hanging on to summer with late holidays by the sea. Here in London it’s rainbow weather, alternating rain and sun, sometimes at the same time. The kids are starting school (including mine!), the conkers are readying themselves, it’s all feeling very September.

I’m gearing up to take The Songs Of Joni Mitchell back on the road next month, and earlier this week we announced a companion four-track EP for the tour! It’s a stripped back and intimate affair, not unlike the live shows. The single - Raised on Robbery - is out now! Some of you may remember the backstory…

At the first ever Joni celebration, before I knew there would be any others, Kate Stables of This Is The Kit recruited Jesca Hoop and I to sing Raised on Robbery with her. The song is a bit of an anomaly in Joni’s catalogue, a real rock’n’roll number with gorgeous (and challenging!) close harmonies reminiscent of The Andrew Sisters. It’s funny to think of it now, but backstage at the Roundhouse in London, just a few hours before the audience arrived, was not only the first time the three of us sang together, but the first time I’d met Kate or Jesca in person. The mirror selfie in the dressing room, which became the EP cover art (thank you JF!), was taken in that first and only rehearsal.

Kate handed each of us a rose on stage when we finished the song, perhaps to celebrate getting to the end without too many mistakes. Cerys Matthews, who was hosting the night, played the live recording on her BBC 6 Music show three days later. I’m sure that hearing it on the radio unknowingly sewed the seeds not only for recording the track, but for the whole EP.

I was rather chuffed yesterday, opening ’ Substack over breakfast, to find Raised on Robbery at the very top of his 60 New Songs recommendations. “It charmed me for its reverent irreverence, if that makes sense.” Yes, that makes sense!

You can listen to our rendition of Raised on Robbery right here:

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The EP comes out next Friday the 12th September on Small Matter Records. You can pre-save it right here:

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Also big news: Poet Laureate Simon Armitage and the band LYR will be joining Lisa Hannigan and Loah as special guests for our London show at Shepherd’s Bush Empire on November 13th! You can get your tickets for this show and the rest of the tour right here:

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You can also follow along on The Songs Of Joni Mitchell instagram page. Sort of worth it for Simon Armitage’s brilliant quote about Joni… That would be right here:

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And now to start practicing…

Lail x

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I am swimming pools, splash pads, sand pits, garage sales, cherries, sweetcorn, bagels, barbecues, butterflies, bats, fireflies, rabbits, gophers, skunks, squirrels and dinosaurs (remote control), mainly.

Also a wonderful show, where we not only launched our album (again) but JF reunited his high school band and I got to see him in a whole new (drumming!) light. And another wonderful show opening for old friend Jeffrey Lewis (great new album!), where I felt like the parent I always wanted be with Milo first dancing around and eventually falling asleep on my lap at the venue where I’d just performed songs about motherhood.

It’s hard not to think of Leonard Cohen here. Rather than explain how omnipresent he is, I’ll share a letter (ok, an email) I sent my parents during my first ever visit here however many years ago.

This will be followed by various LC-themed video clips which newcomers may find new and old-timers have probably seen 100 times.

Here goes!

Nov 29th 2016

Isn’t it weird how Leonard Cohen died just before I arrived? He was the only person I associated with Montreal until I met JF. It really shaped my introduction to the city. So at the risk of you calling me a groupie, I thought you’d appreciate this round-up (which I will then copy-paste to my journal…)

We went to see Leonard’s house last week, which is as humble and understated as you’d expect. The sidewalk currently is a shrine of flowers, oranges and guitars, half covered in snow. And someone embellished the street sign… see the photo below!

Then we went for breakfast at a café across the street called Bagel Etc, where rumour has it Leonard showed up with his own plate every morning. We also had dinner at The Main last week, the diner he frequented here. A bad illustration of him was pinned to the wall, looking over us as we ate our latkes and smoked meat.

Another morning we ventured up to Westmount and located the house where he grew up, and the bench opposite the tennis courts where he was given guitar lessons by the flamenco musician. Remember from the book? And yesterday JF took me down to the river, literally, where I discovered that ‘Our Lady of the Harbour’ is in fact a statue on top of a little Chapel, from which you can watch the boats go by… when the river isn’t frozen over. Maybe Leonard wasn’t such a great poet, the city just fed him the lines?

I thought of Suzanne again today as I was trawling through the rails of the Salvation Army looking for feathers. I mean jumpers. It’s too cold right now, but when it gets warmer we’re going to climb up the mountain and pay Leonard a visit at the Jewish cemetery.

The tribute is this weekend, we’re singing Famous Blue Raincoat and Tower Of Song...

Ok, think that’s all the Cohen I’ve got!

Sincerely,

L. Arad

2014 - The song I released for Leonard Cohen’s 80th Birthday - which actually mentions Hydra and Greenwich Village - but not Montreal!

2019 - Fumbling the words of ‘Famous Blue Raincoat’ with JF Robitaille and Martha Wainwright:

2022 - Singing ‘Tonight Will Be Fine’ with Ezra Furman outside Leonard’s Montreal house:

2022 - Singing ‘Tower Of Song’ with neighbour/hairdresser Jerry Torres (and stage-bombing Milo…)

See you in September!

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Releasing our album Wild Moves last week brought back a lot of memories as well as creating a lot of new ones. Below are two photo journals. I tried to limit myself to 13 photos per set — the number of songs on the physical CD, if you count the bonus tracks. It was an exercise in restraint not including videos too.

The first journal is from our recording sessions in January 2020, when Ariel, Darren, Jake & Matthias of The Burning Hell set up Snowbird Studios 1 on a little hilltop in Italy. These sessions have become mythological in my mind. The pinnacle of a pre-pandemic pre-parenthood past life. Ironically, much of our post-pasta conversation (and several of the songs) already centred around the demise of civilisation. Little did we know what was coming!

The second journal is from last Sunday, when we threw a little party to launch the album, gathering locals and loyals in a hidden folk club below our friendly fishmonger, yes you read that right. It was 33 degrees, the hottest night of the year, packed like a tin of sardines, and absolutely perfect. The closing track on the album, 51/49, is about guilty moments of absolute joy, despite it all. The party was one of those moments for me; what it’s all about.

Here’s that song —

Here’s a wonderful review in The Arts Desk — “music built for these times” —

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Here’s JF & I discussing Simon & Garfunkel’s Bridge Over Troubled Water on the latest episode of the podcast You, Me & An Album —

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And here are the photos! If your email provider tries to curb my enthusiasm by cutting some off you can view them all by clicking here.

Photo Journal 1 — Snowbird 1, Riofreddo, Italy, 2020.

Photo Journal 2 — Wild Moves Album Launch Party, London, 2025.

(Thanks again Lloyd Ellis for taking most of these photos!)

Finally, if you haven’t listened to our album yet, don’t feel bad. It took us five years to put it out. You’ll get to it eventually. And then you’ll wonder how you ever lived without it. Joking, it’s not that good. Joking again, it’s the best thing since whatever the last thing we did was. Don’t delay. No rush:

Wild Moves

Lail x

It’s good! And strange! And special!

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Thank you in advance for the millions of Spotify streams, Bandcamp sales & Instagram shares. See you in July!

Lail (& JF) x

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Some of you have hopefully heard/enjoyed our new single ‘Swim Towards Your Troubles’. And today I’m sharing the music video - exclusively here on Substack! I have to give JF full credit for this one, other than maybe the seed for the idea. You can thank a lingering obsession from my tween years, in which I was pretty confident that I’d grow up to be a synchronised swimmer, or a figure skater at the very least. Life is a series of disappointments…

So please enjoy our splashy music video and get yourself mentally and musically ready up for the full album, Wild Moves, which will be yours on June 27th. In fact I believe you can actually now pre-save the album on Spotify so it lands directly in your library that morning, and even get a sneak preview of the artwork while you’re at it:

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Here’s the video! There actually isn’t much synchronised swimming in it, but you won’t be disappointed…

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And our duo album will finally be released into the world on June 27th!

So our London show on July 11th is actually an album launch in disguise…

Come celebrate at The Coronet Theatre!

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That’s all,

Lail x

The Little Mermaid is the first film I ever saw in the cinema. It was 1989 and I was almost 6. A terrible experience thanks to the terrifying Ursula. Many years later I saw a diver catch a real octopus with his bare hand and bite its head off to kill it. No less haunting. Many more years later I sang “Under The Sea” from the film’s soundtrack as the opening song in my set at a festival. There was a logical reason for this. A nautical theme or something. It went down well with the daytime crowd of still-high-from-the-previous-night revellers.

Recently, as is too often the trigger for these foggy notions, I started singing the song to my “3-almost-4” year old. Obviously skipping over the verses about the fish being beaten, fried and eaten in fricassée . The lyrics are fantastic, truly inspired rhymes and ideas. However, children ask a lot of questions. Possibly all children, and especially ours. So when 3-almost-4 asked me about the chorus — (directly after a mind-boggling conversation about how an asteroid took away all the dinosaurs and then a fixeroid brought in all the people) — you must excuse me for having gotten momentarily confused. Under the sea? Wait. Under the sea??? Shouldn’t that be inside the sea? Or under the waves? What even is under the sea? Isn’t that just… sand?

Dear ChatGPT, what is under the sea? The lowest layer of the ocean is home to the most hostile conditions on Earth. There is no light, the pressure is extreme, and the temperatures near freezing. Animals that live in this deep-sea zone include basket stars, seapigs, and seaspiders. Some crustaceans living at these depths have evolved without eyes.

So no bubbles or blowfish or Calypso bands…

I have since been brought back to my senses. Assured that the common use of ‘under the sea’ refers to anything under the surface of the sea, and encouraged to spend more time in the company of 30-almost-40 year olds. Sebastian the Crab, I’m sorry I doubted you. And even if it was a dodgy line and I could diss Disney for lazy songwriting, would this fishy subject matter really be worthy of this month’s entire Substack? Absolutely not. Should I move swiftly on to my second realisation of the week? Alright then:

An Audible subscription costs £7.99 per month, with which you get 1 audiobook credit. A Spotify subscription meanwhile costs £11.99 per month for ALL MUSIC EVER MADE EVER.

Questions:

1. Am I in the wrong profession?

2. Should I be devotin’ full time to floatin’?

3. Have you listened to our new song?

4. Are you ready for another new song and big announcement mid-month?

5. Should I record an EP of some songs I’ve been sharing here on Substack?

If you answered YES to at least 4 of the above you will have a very lucky year.

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And if you feel you haven’t reached your word quota for today, The Songs Of Joni Mitchell crew wrote about our favourite Joni songs for Far Out magazine. You can read it here:

FAR OUT!

Goodbye.

Lail x

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As promised, a little mid-month missive to let you know our new song came out this morning, just in time to play on repeat over the long weekend... It’s called The Only Dream I Ever Had and has absolutely nothing to do with chocolate or bunnies.

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Until soon,

Lail x

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