“Like a little girl in the library saying 'I'm an Angel' over and over, Mark Wynn is sat here trying to writing this artist biog thing for the gig and finding it so very taxing on his rock and roll soul. He hates doing these things, but is going to try, because the people are paying him the money, and that money is something he is wanting.
Oh fuck it, I can't be arsed; there's a man next to me and he's on about not putting the bins out this morning because there was hardly anything in them - library life. Here is a smart arse biog thing I wrote for End of the Road festival in September. I will move a few of the words around, and that can be the bio for the gig at Cafe Oto, Dalston, 18th March.
'Mark Wynn is from York (but now lives in an old care home on the coast in Scotland). He doesn’t really do the music anymore, but is doing some gigs in September March because the NME said something about him and it seems to have made people offer Mark Wynn more money than he used to get for doing gigs. This isn’t to say that Mark Wynn won’t do his best to play the uncaring pop-end – oh no, he will give it full on can’t-be-arsed – it just means that if he gets bored half way through his set and looks off into the middle distance he is probably thinking “[fee redacted]!? baby, good lord have the mercy: [fee redacted]!” … Mark Wynn is aware that he is coming across as a smart arse in this, but he doesn’t care (even now as he rehashes it and the man next to me is watching a video on how to use a drill - beats on max); he has written too many of these bio things before and they always sound how they sound so sod it… Please, understand that by not giving a toss I am probably giving a toss more than I’ve ever given a toss, ever. Is probably a lie. Is the end of the biography. (Is probably going to lose me [fee redacted]) at the gig at Cafe Oto, Dalston, 18th March.”