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[w/ Acid Mothers Temple]
Having spent the previous day and night ‘relaxing’ with food and booze in Clare, and getting nil hours sleep due to card schools and games of risk, we were monumentally hungover by the time we arrived in Limerick. Fair play to Dolans who put on the platters for us, and fed us so well we felt nearing humanity again.
Dolans is a super venue. Rock star stage, high off the ground, loud sound, plenty of space. We were in our element, and reflected this by playing reasonably well. Great venue, great sound, nice beer. We all mooched around the audience, feeling humbled by the way the AMT can fill a room with such small instruments. And so few of them. And jayses, were they loud? Yes, yes they were.
They did mash poor pink furry Jesus into dust though, when he fell off the drum riser. On Easter Sunday and everything. Brownfury rescued his poor, small, furry pink head. We shall graft it onto an action man or sumfink. He will rise again. And so, with heads ringing and ears bleeding we repaired to corners of the floor to recuperate. I still haven’t recovered
[w/ Acid Mothers Temple]
We all hopped in the cars. The van we ordered turned out not to be a van so it nearly came to pulling straws to see who could actually make it with us. Lucky for Smyth he’s so small.
Aunt Annies is in Belfast. It has a tiny stage which must have looked pretty funny with ten of us on it. More than was in the audience, too. Our mission was less to bring the message to Belfast, more to watch the AMT bring theirs. And huge it was, very huge in that small room. So huge I had to hide behind a pillar to avoid falling over. We were lucky to sell a couple of cd’s cos we all forgot to bring any sterling. The cd’s afforded us our dinner of rancid chips that tasted like sweat and wood and fizzy beer. Most fun for everyone except Jurgen who had to drive us to Roscommon in the middle of the inky black night, and everyone in Rory’s car when they realised they’d been driving the wrong direction for an hour and a half.
