Saturday, 20 October 2007

And all who sail in Her


Ooooh My Gawd, that was spectacular wasn’t it. I had such a great night, you lot blew me away! The Heels gig was very much fun, with the clapping and the dancing, and Bob himself on such fine form. I feel very lucky to be bass player in such a fine band. Then for the Bruise set, we got such a warm welcome. So many people liked the dress and told me so, I felt very lovely. I do enjoy transforming from bass player to front man (though obviously not a man last night), there’s something superhero-ish about it. Because the new album has much more or an acoustic feel we wanted to start with a few tracks with just two guitars and that felt so good to me, a lovely response to three fragile songs. Then Bob the Bass came onstage and I slipped on the Strat, now that felt great with Don’t Make Me Wait and Mr Rat. Thank you Ian for your constant appreciation of that song and Josie for pointing out that gold high heals may look great but when you can’t hit your Wah-Wah first go, the shoes have got to go. I’m going to skip over the tuning debacle except to thank Steve Morrison for translating for me and those of you who said you enjoyed it, you are sick and twisted human beings and I like you very much! We really had a magnificent time, the last few songs…the encore….the big cheer for my guitar solo. A super launching for Nobody Else, God bless Her and all who sail in Her, eh?

PS John, Sean, Judy, Jess and Brian, special thanks!

Friday, 19 October 2007

Neee-naaaaa Neeee-naaaa Woooo-wooooo-woooo

I’m writing this blog from Limehouse police station, it’s a first for me. Blogging from here I mean, I’ve spent hours here over the last few years but that’s another story…

Monday’s gig at the Vibe Bar on Brick Lane, was turning out to be what we had anticipated, another tune-fest of an evening, self possessed people soaking up the atmosphere, very nice, what could be nicer? Jim and I sauntered into the red room, which is what they call the green room there (you rule breaking bohemians you) and there was something missing, MY Guitar. Gawd Almighty Jim turned grey and I felt like I was moving through water. We were whisked up by the management, questions questions, a search of the room , talking about times the room was empty. Jim and Martin went out looking for anyone with a guitar and demanding that they open up and identify what they were carrying. I sat in the office checking the CCTV with Greg and talking to the police, who made all the right sounds….”we’ll be with you right away” vrrooooommmmm, neee-naaaa neee-naaa neee-naaaa it was an episode of …. Nevermind, because they never showed. Hence my current situation.

Anyway under the circumstances, one guitar down and Jim a bit smashed after many free drinks, we sounded great. Winging it a bit, but we played, at times it was very exciting at times it was very funny.

If anyone sees a short man, indeterminate age or colour with a guitar case, I’m looking for my Taylor “Big Baby”, bugged up with hand carved bone nuts, you heard me, bone nuts…

Thanks for all the drinks Paul! x