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2 sets, one the ‘experimental’ one. Y’all ready for this? But jayses, the project is a great venue. Being the only band on and that we indulged ourselves a big soundcheck, and basically pulled out every instrument we seemed to have. The sound is deadly, the room is deadly, the stage is ample enough for our needs. Who’d complain.
And, to add delirium to the proceedings we were being followed around by cameras everywhere we went, again. Felt like bleeding E17 we did. There we were chucking out snappy rejoinders safe in the knowledge that our wisdom and wit was being retained for posterity. Never again shall we need to sit in darkened lonely rooms, uttering axioms of startling clarity and humour to no one and thinking, well, that’s it, the cleverest thing I’m ever going to say, and no one here to share in it. We need huge audiences, huge swathes of easily impressed people to listen and laugh and point their fingers when they espy us curled up in the gutter, staring at the stars. We’re clever us, we deserve the arrogance of permanence.
As if to reiterate, we can play these two sets, the light and airy, the dark and brooding. We’re like nine Billy Blakes there. Which is the future, which is the past? Who cares. The trick to this entire gig was to do the conga at the end but not tell Brownfury, and revel in his bemusement as we waddled chirpily off the stage. But some German let the cat out of the bag, and to add further insult, the cameras were all off.
Pah.
But we achieved half of what we set out to do. The beer was far too expensive (as in not free) for us to achieve all.
[w/ Manitoba & Jimmy Behan]
This show was filmed for the teevee. No Disco to be precise.
We all looked right funny, crammed onto the PODs tiny stage. But we didn’t care. Why? Free booze,
that’s why. Free booze and free cripps. Manitoba and Jimmy Behan were much better than us anyway.
But we didn’t care. Free booze and that.
Backstage, where people get naked. That's what it's all about.
Gig was all sold out which was nice. People not being able to get in, cos it was all sold out. That’ll learn us. Deadly buzz altogether. We were without Jurgen for this one, so Paul filled in with some accordion sounds from the keyboard. Although this sounds like a frankly hilarious idea, it worked out quite well. The sound was pretty good and the peoples appeared to like it, but there’s a worrying propensity toward between song joke telling going on…. We’re going to end up sounding like some variety show if this keeps up.
Cork is swiftly becoming our favourite place, and this time we even had proper beds to sleep in, though getting to them after the gig proved seriously perilous. Traversing pools of blood, clutches of mad men, Guinness ad re-enacting gimbats, pissings and pissings of rain, dearth of taxis and bag fulls of gear and stuff.
