Monday, May 10, 2004
What I did over the weekend. By Alex Kaupa, 6
Mike made a fair point, it's been a while since I last excreted knowledge onto the blog, maybe even longer. But I've been busy!
Friday was spent helping Nat Antennae move into her new batcholerette pad in Henley - I was doing the pre-neanderthal thang, lifting heavy stuff, driving the van, etc. If a dinosaur had attacked, I'd have killed it with a bed frame. It was nice to get a bit of exercise, I haven't been to the gym for ages, and the weather was alright. Basically, I wasn't at work so as far as I was concerned everything was great!
It was also Nat's birthday, so we met up with a load of friends and Dan and Tim Antennae (who are more like family than friends), and got twatted in Henley. Everyone Crashed at Nat's pad, I eventually peeled my face off the floor in the morning just in time to see Nat bringing in a bacon and egg sandwich and a cuppa for everyone. I'm testimony to the fact that with patience, determination and the correct application of pressure you can teach a woman to think for yourself.
Dropped Tim, Dan and the lovely Zara off at Reading station, ran in my house to grab a guitar and some pedals, and straight down to Impact for a Yankee 99er rehearsal. I live on Reading Bridge, but I always get lost driving to Impact. I go round past the prison, onto the IDR, but just after the Kings Road straightens up I always seem to take a left turn. I have to head up there a couple of hundred yards, turn right up into this off-street and turn around in the car park by the bins. Puts an extra five minutes on my journey everytime.
Anyway, rocked up to room 3 with the Yazzle Nizzle Nizzle, got excited cos we're doing a showcase gig for our latest "big name interest" in Brixton at the Telegraph, rocked out for two and a half hours and generally had a great time. The full force of my hangover kicked in as soon as Tom started hitting drums though, and I felt sick as a dog. My strange and unavoidable detour meant that this pain was short lived though. And earplugs helped, too.
Back home, showered and changed, round to Tom Y99er's in Whitley and headed off to Salisbury; to Neil Y99er's house and the local hosteleries thereby. Another skinful later, and I was feeling fully recovered from my hangover as the brave remnants of the original drinking group staggered towards "Tremors", a club that was open late and sold booze, had women there that were out late drinking booze and a DJ playing hip-hop. I was Tom's wingman for the night - many successful sorties and raids were carried out under the cover of the darkness and the goggles of beer. Got back to Neil's pretty early in the morning, and promptly fell flat on my face on his sofa for a few hours. Woke up, more tea, more detour-related hangover medicine, listened to the final mastered mix of the new Yankee Nine Niner CD for an hour or so being overtly pleased and surprised and generally chuffed-to-bits.
Drove back to Reading, got treated to a proper feed by Tom at his place, headed back to mine to grab another guitar and bag of pedals, drove to Nat's new place in Henley, threw her over my shoulder and then into my boot before heading up the M40 to Camden to rehearse with Red Antennae for three hours. Another quality rehearsal, new songs coming along nicely and drummer Tim in fine form. Lots more hangover cure was needed after the previous night - two nights - though; wicked! I played OK, Nat sang like an angel too, and she was feeling as bad as I was after Friday, so it was a brave effort all round. I had to break it to them that I was going to have to bail on a really cool Red Ant gig that we had in our diary, because Yankee 99er had been offered a showcase gig (by the latest "big name interest") on the same date. They were very understanding and stopped shouting after a minute or two. However, as it turns out, the very cool Red At gig is hopefully *crosses fingers* being re-scheduled anyway, so maybe I won't have to miss it after all...
Bit of a weird one, having to choose between gigs like that. I've always had a first-come-first-served attitude towards that sort of thing, I didn't really appreciate not being able to have it all my own way - I'll have to make sure I always get my own way in the future, I think.
Finally finished at 9pm, quick group hug and we dropped Tim off in Ealing before heading up the M4. Dropped Nat back home, came home, cup of tea in front of the Gran Prix highlights and then up the wooden stairs to Bedfordshire.
Lovely.
Friday was spent helping Nat Antennae move into her new batcholerette pad in Henley - I was doing the pre-neanderthal thang, lifting heavy stuff, driving the van, etc. If a dinosaur had attacked, I'd have killed it with a bed frame. It was nice to get a bit of exercise, I haven't been to the gym for ages, and the weather was alright. Basically, I wasn't at work so as far as I was concerned everything was great!
It was also Nat's birthday, so we met up with a load of friends and Dan and Tim Antennae (who are more like family than friends), and got twatted in Henley. Everyone Crashed at Nat's pad, I eventually peeled my face off the floor in the morning just in time to see Nat bringing in a bacon and egg sandwich and a cuppa for everyone. I'm testimony to the fact that with patience, determination and the correct application of pressure you can teach a woman to think for yourself.
Dropped Tim, Dan and the lovely Zara off at Reading station, ran in my house to grab a guitar and some pedals, and straight down to Impact for a Yankee 99er rehearsal. I live on Reading Bridge, but I always get lost driving to Impact. I go round past the prison, onto the IDR, but just after the Kings Road straightens up I always seem to take a left turn. I have to head up there a couple of hundred yards, turn right up into this off-street and turn around in the car park by the bins. Puts an extra five minutes on my journey everytime.
Anyway, rocked up to room 3 with the Yazzle Nizzle Nizzle, got excited cos we're doing a showcase gig for our latest "big name interest" in Brixton at the Telegraph, rocked out for two and a half hours and generally had a great time. The full force of my hangover kicked in as soon as Tom started hitting drums though, and I felt sick as a dog. My strange and unavoidable detour meant that this pain was short lived though. And earplugs helped, too.
Back home, showered and changed, round to Tom Y99er's in Whitley and headed off to Salisbury; to Neil Y99er's house and the local hosteleries thereby. Another skinful later, and I was feeling fully recovered from my hangover as the brave remnants of the original drinking group staggered towards "Tremors", a club that was open late and sold booze, had women there that were out late drinking booze and a DJ playing hip-hop. I was Tom's wingman for the night - many successful sorties and raids were carried out under the cover of the darkness and the goggles of beer. Got back to Neil's pretty early in the morning, and promptly fell flat on my face on his sofa for a few hours. Woke up, more tea, more detour-related hangover medicine, listened to the final mastered mix of the new Yankee Nine Niner CD for an hour or so being overtly pleased and surprised and generally chuffed-to-bits.
Drove back to Reading, got treated to a proper feed by Tom at his place, headed back to mine to grab another guitar and bag of pedals, drove to Nat's new place in Henley, threw her over my shoulder and then into my boot before heading up the M40 to Camden to rehearse with Red Antennae for three hours. Another quality rehearsal, new songs coming along nicely and drummer Tim in fine form. Lots more hangover cure was needed after the previous night - two nights - though; wicked! I played OK, Nat sang like an angel too, and she was feeling as bad as I was after Friday, so it was a brave effort all round. I had to break it to them that I was going to have to bail on a really cool Red Ant gig that we had in our diary, because Yankee 99er had been offered a showcase gig (by the latest "big name interest") on the same date. They were very understanding and stopped shouting after a minute or two. However, as it turns out, the very cool Red At gig is hopefully *crosses fingers* being re-scheduled anyway, so maybe I won't have to miss it after all...
Bit of a weird one, having to choose between gigs like that. I've always had a first-come-first-served attitude towards that sort of thing, I didn't really appreciate not being able to have it all my own way - I'll have to make sure I always get my own way in the future, I think.
Finally finished at 9pm, quick group hug and we dropped Tim off in Ealing before heading up the M4. Dropped Nat back home, came home, cup of tea in front of the Gran Prix highlights and then up the wooden stairs to Bedfordshire.
Lovely.
# posted by AK @ 21:10 
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Yes, what a great weekend. AK, I spoke to my sister on Sunday, she said you were sharking like crazy you saucy devil. Ha ha
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