Glasgow is cancelled… for us anyway.
I’m dubious… I think we were invited on this tour originally for ME. Director of CRS = Good gig in Sheffield = Local knowledge of hotels = less stress… (but not for me).
I reckon we won’t play Dudley either… but as I told Steeev yonks ago, I always thought we would just do one gig – and it looks like I’ve been proven right.
It’s not Kieron – he’s stressed, but he’s a big daft irish bugger at heart. I think it’s Pride who are being mardy on this occasion. We bend over backwards to help the tour, they just turn up, lard on, and play…
All I can say is how the mighty fall… melodicrock.com has nothing good to say about them but we’ve had some real appreciative stuff!
Tell me if I turn into an arrogant tosser
I finally got in well after dark o’clock and realise how tired I am now.
Got up this morning and did a spectacular poo, and then had a good long soak in the jacuzzi before going shopping for some new strings and square batteries.
Rotherham looked nice – had a Greggs pacifier. All the colours seemed more lurid this morning, or was that come-down from last night?
Either way, it’s nice to see how appreciated we were. Danny Vaughn is a real star, although I have my reservations about Firehouse. Their lack of thought with the length of soundchecks made me realise that it’s all ME ME ME with some bands. Vaughn’s was mega short, and all the time Danny was saying “we need to make sure these guys get a sound check”.
Kev was in a good mood… for a change!
The first time I can write in my journal at last, and guess what – it was great. Steve’s voice was excellent, and we all played well. Danny Vaughn stood at the side of the stage while we played Love’s a Battle and the old drummer was welling up. I expected a flood….
Tony Marshall has surprised me – he was never a fan, but we’ve surprised him now.
It was nice to see Darren and Gnome come along with Hannah (beautiful smelling as always). I hope they can patch things up.
Roll on Tyketto tour in November!… or Thursday…
Astounded at the unprofessional thoughtless attitude of some bands.
Firehouse – 2 hours soundcheck, 10 minutes on the KICK DRUM. I say no more but they wonder why no bugger wants these gigs?.
Vaughn – 30 minutes soundcheck – great!
Pride – 10 minutes whinging about not being able to hear the guitars… and they still bore me.
Deadline – 0 minutes soundcheck. Yep we ain’t getting one.
It’s 5 past 7 and guess what… doors should have opened 5 minutes ago. Thankfully the Corp has a good pre-gig area and big bar.
The yanks are stressing me…
I’ve got Kieran on my back demanding 110 volt power supplies… and their soundcheck has just started LATE.
Stressed… me? Never!
Ah fub them, they’re only septics!
Finally after 6 months in the planning, the big tour has arrived! – Today Sheffield, Thursday Glasgow and Sunday JB’s.
Just about to set off to the Corporation. I’m sure it’ll be good.
Done at the bash, it was cool as always and the food was dead nice. Had a great view of Kensington Palace from the hotel room window.
The train ride home was annoying – headache determined I sat in the quiet car, and was promptly joined by two annoying young women who obviously could not grasp the basic concept of the quiet car.
I asked them to shut up, and was met by an essex accent of “It’s OK to talk though?”… what do you think? (deathly silence in the car except for the heavy rain on the windows… DOPES!
Am I too tetchy?
Brian Wilson was cool last night in Liverpool though. I hardly think “front row seats” constitute row R though. I’ll have to complain about that cos they were £125 each.
I’m tired now.
We went and did the “meet & greet” with Firehouse and Vaughn. A little place in Nottingham tacked onto the back of Rock City but very cool nonetheless.
The security were knobs of the highest order… kicking everyone out at 11pm even though the room was supposed to be booked till 12 midnight.
I then went to Hard Rock cafe with the lads and spent 1 hour tired and bored, but it has to be done. The distant relative of a gibbon (who I’m sure swung the other way though I’m not sure…) decided at 1am that all people must leave the place, except those behing the “velvet rope”. Mmmmm “a velvet rope”. EVEN those with laminates on… I mean, what a dick.