Thursday, January 19, 2006
You better ju-u-u-u-u-u-st shut up and take.. what's coming to you
Alright pop-pickers? Not 'arf..
*baa daa daa-daa-daa daaaaaaaaa! Baa daa da daaaaaa…*
So - Reading university on Monday night was good - quite a good turnout, not the most raucous atmosphere of all time but still a good headcount in the crowd. Sound check threw up a choice moment as well, we started setting up at about 6.30pm, students were still sitting around in the union - one of whom had obviously been locked in discourse with Auntie Stella for some time. Danny started going through his kit for the soundguy to set the levels, which prompted Mr. Pist to start shouting heckles at him; "Play something else!" and "You're not very good, are ya?". This constant trickle of inane, mindless "ribaldry" was wearing thin - Jim said he might have to hit the bloke, etc. but we all ignored him. After we ran through a tune, the guy was straight out of his seat, asking the soundman to turn Jim's mic up, and telling us how good we were, etc. It was satisfying in that respect, but more importantly it showed that you should never rise to the bait of ignorance. Gig was great, debuted our new song "bound for glory" which was well received, and also meant we were nice and tight for the next night's show in London.
Oh, before I move on to Tuesday night, I must mention this for posterity: I was wheeling my amp out of the student union after the show when I was accosted by 4 fairly inebriated young ladies who were after confirmation that I had been playing in the band. Once I had allayed their fears that I may have just been a roadie or something (I'd changed out of the clothes I was wearing on stage), they said that it would really make their night if I signed them. And when I say "them", I mean three pairs of fairly impressive breasticles and one butt cheek. "If only someone could see me now" I thought as I biro'd "If only my parents could see me now" and other pleasantries onto mounds of soft flesh. Bang on cue, the rest of the band walk round the corner to see me knelt down applying the final touches to the butt cheek of the fourth of the giggling gaggle of girls. I've always believed that refusing to sign autographs is rude and ungentlemanly - I'm still bemused that anyone should want mine, but I guess it comes with the territory. I was happy to put a smile on their faces, not to mention some biro on their boobs.
Tuesday saw White Sunday return to our home-away-from-home in Putney's Half Moon. This was our 4th appearance, this time supporting a very cool multi-cultural (there were Swiss accents, South African accents, American ones too I think..) band called Trackter who sounded like Jeff Buckley playing Dave Matthews songs. No CD player in the van meant that Danny Lovegroove and I had to travel down listening to Pearl Jam and old Smashing Pumpkins tunes (no great tragedy) but I was gutted cos I wanted to introduce Danny to the marvel that is Lewis Taylor. As it turned out, I managed to lose two of my three Lewis CD's at some point in the day. Will have to go and buy what will be my 4th copy of "Lewis Taylor" and pick up my 2nd copy of Ltd Edition 2004 (featuring current face track "Party".
The Half Moon is a wicked venue, we always get the same soundman - a very mellow Scottish bloke whose name escapes me at the moment.. But he's cool. Kinda like the roadie from Wayne's World 2/Withnail and I and and Willie Nelson mixed into one. I expect he's played/toured with anyone who's anyone, I keep meaning to ask him. But he's a wicked soundman, everything is bang on the money everytime; great stage sound, audience keep saying how good it sounds on the floor (the other bands always sound sweet), it just makes you play better if you feel you are in professional surroundings. And we did play pretty good, I even got a solo! Bonus! We had some people come up from Southampton to see us, including one girl who was "accomodatingly friendly" after the show - my mate Mark has just bought a house in Southampton, so I think I'll be heading down to the coast soon..
Had a South African guy come up to me afterwards and ask for a CD. He said that he could get us known in SA, and would we like to go on tour over there? I said "yeah, that'd be great" but I'd be shocked if we ever heard from him again. I didn’t have any change on me so he bought a CD for a fiver, that'll teach him for getting my hopes up for 0.00007 of a second.
No gigs with White Sunday for a while now, not until I return from snowboarding on 13th Feb anyway. Good job Müf have some shows! Hopefully some new songs to be showcased too, if I can just overcome my mortal fear of writing lyrics.
*baa daa daa-daa-daa daaaaaaaaa! Baa daa da daaaaaa…*
So - Reading university on Monday night was good - quite a good turnout, not the most raucous atmosphere of all time but still a good headcount in the crowd. Sound check threw up a choice moment as well, we started setting up at about 6.30pm, students were still sitting around in the union - one of whom had obviously been locked in discourse with Auntie Stella for some time. Danny started going through his kit for the soundguy to set the levels, which prompted Mr. Pist to start shouting heckles at him; "Play something else!" and "You're not very good, are ya?". This constant trickle of inane, mindless "ribaldry" was wearing thin - Jim said he might have to hit the bloke, etc. but we all ignored him. After we ran through a tune, the guy was straight out of his seat, asking the soundman to turn Jim's mic up, and telling us how good we were, etc. It was satisfying in that respect, but more importantly it showed that you should never rise to the bait of ignorance. Gig was great, debuted our new song "bound for glory" which was well received, and also meant we were nice and tight for the next night's show in London.
Oh, before I move on to Tuesday night, I must mention this for posterity: I was wheeling my amp out of the student union after the show when I was accosted by 4 fairly inebriated young ladies who were after confirmation that I had been playing in the band. Once I had allayed their fears that I may have just been a roadie or something (I'd changed out of the clothes I was wearing on stage), they said that it would really make their night if I signed them. And when I say "them", I mean three pairs of fairly impressive breasticles and one butt cheek. "If only someone could see me now" I thought as I biro'd "If only my parents could see me now" and other pleasantries onto mounds of soft flesh. Bang on cue, the rest of the band walk round the corner to see me knelt down applying the final touches to the butt cheek of the fourth of the giggling gaggle of girls. I've always believed that refusing to sign autographs is rude and ungentlemanly - I'm still bemused that anyone should want mine, but I guess it comes with the territory. I was happy to put a smile on their faces, not to mention some biro on their boobs.
Tuesday saw White Sunday return to our home-away-from-home in Putney's Half Moon. This was our 4th appearance, this time supporting a very cool multi-cultural (there were Swiss accents, South African accents, American ones too I think..) band called Trackter who sounded like Jeff Buckley playing Dave Matthews songs. No CD player in the van meant that Danny Lovegroove and I had to travel down listening to Pearl Jam and old Smashing Pumpkins tunes (no great tragedy) but I was gutted cos I wanted to introduce Danny to the marvel that is Lewis Taylor. As it turned out, I managed to lose two of my three Lewis CD's at some point in the day. Will have to go and buy what will be my 4th copy of "Lewis Taylor" and pick up my 2nd copy of Ltd Edition 2004 (featuring current face track "Party".
The Half Moon is a wicked venue, we always get the same soundman - a very mellow Scottish bloke whose name escapes me at the moment.. But he's cool. Kinda like the roadie from Wayne's World 2/Withnail and I and and Willie Nelson mixed into one. I expect he's played/toured with anyone who's anyone, I keep meaning to ask him. But he's a wicked soundman, everything is bang on the money everytime; great stage sound, audience keep saying how good it sounds on the floor (the other bands always sound sweet), it just makes you play better if you feel you are in professional surroundings. And we did play pretty good, I even got a solo! Bonus! We had some people come up from Southampton to see us, including one girl who was "accomodatingly friendly" after the show - my mate Mark has just bought a house in Southampton, so I think I'll be heading down to the coast soon..
Had a South African guy come up to me afterwards and ask for a CD. He said that he could get us known in SA, and would we like to go on tour over there? I said "yeah, that'd be great" but I'd be shocked if we ever heard from him again. I didn’t have any change on me so he bought a CD for a fiver, that'll teach him for getting my hopes up for 0.00007 of a second.
No gigs with White Sunday for a while now, not until I return from snowboarding on 13th Feb anyway. Good job Müf have some shows! Hopefully some new songs to be showcased too, if I can just overcome my mortal fear of writing lyrics.
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That sound guy guy calls himself "Doon". As in "Doon at the moon", or so he said anyway...He's very good, yes.
aR.
aR.
# posted by 
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: 6:10 PM 
The ladies - lovely and well-breasted though they were - were not after me sexually, it was a laughy, giggly, joky I-can't-believe-I'm-doing-this affair, and we were in the middle of loading the van so unless you count the mandatory peck on the cheek that I got from each one, no - I didn't pull! I did get a snog from a fan who had come up from Southampton to see us at the Half Moon tho. Can I salvage rock points from that?
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