Wednesday:
Good evening Chaps.
Against all my better judgement i shall attempt this drunk.
Please forgive any and all spelling/grammatical errors.
I am writing this in the company of the reverend B-radshaw. In his kitchen, on his laptop getting scared of windows 7. But fear not I have real ale and tea...
This was as far as my blogging got on Wednesday, then I succumbed to the effects of Rev B-Rads music collection, tea and late night chicken.
Bare in mind those 6 lines, (as monumental as they may be) took 2 whole hours to write. so i decided to write a few notes and attempt it when i was in a more eloquent state.
Thursday:
Onto the gig!
I arrived in Winchester and rushed to the sound check, only to find (as usual) that the other bands were running late and I (despite being on time) would have to hang around and rush my sound check.
With out meaning to (but sounding incredibly) prissy, it is becoming a peeve. That and Headline acts fucking off during the support slots.
The thing that annoys me about this is that you have to go out of your way to do it. You come all this way ( the headliners were fom Leeds) and instead of just relaxing, listening to some new music, you go out of your way to avoid it. Then have the gall to talk all humble on stage. and in some cases "thank" the other acts.
This isn't a rant at any particular band, although Ellen And The Escapades did fuck off throughout all the support acts. its more a frustration at the current scene, especially "indie" bands. While we're expected to bask in the eternal fucking glory of their "fresh, indie sound" They are too busy, in another pub, enjoying Colon-cushioned head comfort when the rest of us are performing.
The Getaways played after me. less said the better really. Shit indie band that couldnt be arsed or as i have renamed them Sibtcba
The audience weren't upfor it (promotor cock up) so they didnt put any effort in at all.
Matt Isaacs was a sublime guitarist. Very much up my street. switching between acoustic and a resonator. he played a nice mix of folk and slide blues. (once i get the links sorted ill post it up)
A really nice chap too, we spent a good chunk of time chatting about John Martin. and session guitaring. i hope to catch him again soon.
Also he watched all of the bands play too...
Ellen and the Escapades despite the above mentioned problems, were very very good. Reminded me of Laura Marling but heavier. im expecting to see more of those chaps in the music press..
One strange and very annoying thing that kept happening was a couple of old farts kept saying shh during the Ellen set.
Two things annoyed me:
1 The sad old farts saying Shh were talking through the other sets, so this immediately made me want to strike up a drunken and boisterously loud conversation with who ever was causing the shh'ing.
2 Its a live venue not a fucking library! she's amplified so people can hear the musician if there is background noise like talking, or if some old twat is saying Shh.
The silly old codger was probably the dad or something anyways...
After the Gig I Took up the good reverends offer of his floor space and Debriefed at his Flat with some homebrew and The War of the Worlds soundtrack.
And an idea was formed about The First Sweetchunks Tour. A series of free house parties with me playing
hmm.. a tasty piece this could be. we shall have to see...
I shall keep you posted..
Ta Ta
'Chunks
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