It's been a hectic few days... in fact since we started touring back in the UK it's been almost unrelentingly hectic. The most notable difference I have spotted between mainland Europe and the UK (aside that is from the rain, bad food, expensive services and rude, if not completely absent, promoters) is the lack of wireless connections. Actually, I stand corrected, there are plenty of wireless connections, just none that are easy to hack into.
It was grand to be back at the Brighton Concorde - a wonderfully run down little seafront venue. I spent a great few hours sat on the pier reading Don Quixote, then numerous hours sat behind a merchandise stand listening to a procession of bad teenage rock bands. After the gig we stood on the beach in the midst of a torrential downpour and screamed at the ocean... despite it being more than a little Home and Away, it was very therapeutic and immensely satisfying.
The next day, Saturday, has quickly entered lore as the day in which everything went wrong. Best described as a series of unfortunate events that quickly turned into a catalogue of disasters before morphing quite impressively into a unprecedented run of acts from a vengeful God. Involving snapped car keys, the pouring rain, terrible venues, late nights, tow trucks, irate London drivers, parking fines, parking clamps, missing equipment and London traffic on a Saturday it will not be forgotten in a hurry.
There is an old Garfield sketch that I remember from years ago; Garfield has woken up and says something akin to "it's Monday morning, the floor is cold, the heating doesn't work, my breakfast isn't ready and there's some dude wailing the blues on the radio. It's all so perfectly depressing I can't wipe the grin off my face." That's kind of how I felt about the whole affair.
The main support band for this tour are a lovely bunch of Aussies called The Morning After Girls. It's always much more fun if you like the bands you're touring with... on the Hundred Reasons tour we were stuck with a band called Keiko who, a few nice personalities aside, were largely insufferable and made terrible music. Morning After Girls, luckily, are great on both accounts. They were alot of help when we got to Liverpool which, as is the custom is whenever we play there, was pissing it down and was largely empty.
Now we're in Glasgow after leaving the hotel way too early this morning. Damo is trying to sleep next to me, but has just said that he's "really tired and is trying to not let the taping annoy me but how long will you be?"
I'm done.
currently listening to: Murder She Wrote
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