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Ah such a drive down, where Paul seems to have just discovered (or rediscovered, or come out of a coma) Steely “Fucking” Dan, and wants to share their dulcet wanktones with us as we travel. What a foreboding that is. I jam in headphones to blot it out.
That’s alright, we haven’t played Cork in a while and never in this venue. In the bar downstairs is a massive billboard, advertising bras I think, and the television is on way too loud. We’re still in the process of trying out all the new stuff in front of people, on a stage. So that goes alright. But by the end we just crank it up again, nice and loud. Still, it’s good to give some new things a lash, cos we’re gonna demo them in preparation for the new rekkid real soon. Afterwards we hang out for a bit, before driving home all night and Frankie from the Darkness and us share our “recording the album” moans. It’s all rehab over his side of the fence. We’re less lucky. “you know how singers are” he says. Thankfully we don’t. That’s our ace.
I completely enjoyed this. We had been stuck down in the gravy-smelling dungeon writing and arguing for so long, our skin had turned white and we could only see in the dark, and every second word uttered was ‘banjo’. Here we played a few new ones, tested them out, and played a couple of the hits. It’s a great venue to play, except that there’s no stage and therefore no stage sound to speak of, but we followed it with a “wine reception” if you don’t mind.
This gig was notable for because it was the first show in 16 years where I didn’t have a smoke. I thought I was going to explode. But there you go. It was also the day between mine and John b’s birthdays so we had a few drinks to celebrate.
