So custard fans, here we are on the opening week of our first UK tour.
What a week, I just thought that I could give you a quick update on what the band has got upto so far, so you can join in the fun in at least some form or another. As you may expect, not quite everything has gone to plan, so we shall crack on and explain the experiences of the last few days for you.
Chapter 1: The Van
What a legend! £340 which was haggled down from £400 "LDV pilot" in ex royal mail red which seems to have taken a rather sun fadede pinkish appearance on board. We spent a little money spray painting the inside, and creating a few shelvces etc, a few touch lights and a little tender love and care ands a personal christening at Kennys house where she was named PENNY. And oh how beautiful she is, in her former glory maybe a prime specemin, but something suggests that maybe not so much nowadays...
Trip 1- RAF Wittering sumemr ball, the side door decided to seperate itself from the van itself.
Trip 2- Hampton College, after picking up tour drummer Mr Ralph (as he shall be known) we madfe our way to the venue when we discovered a noisy engine can suddenly get even louder when the vans exhaust completely broke away. We loudly proceeded to the venue anyway and took the van to the garage 9.15 the next morning. "Nigel" our mechanic told us that not only was the exhaust uselsess so was our radiator. SO penny was forced to remain in the automobile hospital and Mr Ralph kindly allowed us to use his own bands van, leaving Brassphemy touring the UK in a van labelled "FLICK 66". GOOD START! if that doesnt confuse im not sure what will!
Chapter 2: Up and running
So the first non-local gig of the tour, as you would expect excitement amongst the guys. A Girl Called Kate, who are with us for some of the dates arrived to meet us at the venue, the Adam & Eve in Birmingham, nice and early to get well set and settled for this first 'historic' gig. Once at the venue by 4.30 we bummed around town and advertsied the gig, we returned to the venue at 5.45 for our 6 o'clock sound check with the sound guy, and set up our kit and merchandise. Sadly the promotor never showed up and eventually phoned the venue. He cancelled the gig there and then, refused to pay us the petrol money we asked for after kindly agreeing we would not charge a fee for this specific gig, just petrol! So that was it. Both bands had wasted £35 precious money gettin to a cancelled venue!
SO DONT EVER BOOK A GIG WITH LOOP PROMOTIONS! LOOP ARE LOOPY, UNFAIR AND UNPROFFESSIONAL.
So Mr Kenny chose to battle on and take up the position of sound man. We treated it as an open rehearsal. Ergo, gig 3 had possibly 3 attendants. Due to this, Mr Ralph took it upon himself to get responsibly wankered and amuse the few people in the bar with his outrageous drunk drumming, Rock On.
Chapter 3: The first day off
Due to another cancelation at the "Shed" Venue Leicester, the band was left with a day to do nothing, so naturally camping and swimming were on the agenda! With myself not actually being present at either event I cannot divulge intricate detail to the hillarity that I am sure ensued, but from what little I have heard it was amazing fun. But scott has informed me that the field was infact a thistle field and that the lads were gently awoken by A hippy type in a netted tank top with dogs who they exchanged numbers with and agreed to attend the gig in cambridge....
Mr Chaz, our splendid tour driver donned the best see through trunks you've ever seen in your life to join the guys for a dip, of which the diving session appears to be the highlight. Note to self : Next time Adrian is anywhere near a diving board, find the nearest video camera and press record! Keep your eyes peeled, apparently it is not a sight to be missed. Hats off to Mr Kenny for having the Balls, or just not having enough sense, to bellyflop from the top board!
Chapter 4: The Trombola!
During the day with swimming, a game was established by the boys. not Monopoly, or Scrabble, but Trombola - Brassphemy Trombola. Why Trombola and not Tombola? At first i thought this was because the list of silly dares was stowed away in scotts trumpet case but it actually appears that Kenny throughout his whole 19years on Earth thought it was always called a TROMBOLLA.....oh dear oh dear. As far as I can tell this is a new name for daring each other to do stupid shit and get away with it. Currently I can tell you that Mr Scott is required to aquire 2 sets of underwear by any means, Mr Chaz must shout "WITCH or WIZARD" at 15 members of the general public, and from what I can tell Mr Kenny simply has to drink as much brandy as possible and then dance the greatest dance created, the drunken party dance as well as speak as a foreigner for a whole day, which was very funny, kenny ordering KFC and Beers in a very russain accent as well as thoroughly enrolling himself into the character and producing sets of very elaborate stories, his Russian name?..... Yahminsky Travinsky
Chapter 5: Cambridge awaits
Once again, set to be good, Dan's patch (well kind of) and therefore people will hopefully be interested. Mr Ralph claims 30 people to be coming, hype is rife, and once again Mr Matt who claimed he couldn't do any gigs made an appearance to watch. Once there, and set up the other bands all in, we waited for people. And waited some more.......
YAY!!! an american guy in a tight purple Tshirt! whoop whoop...
and thus was the gig, well apart from the fact that Mr Ralph had some serious concerns to the whereabouts of his digestive system, and Mr Dan decided that his guitar shouldn't work anymore. Anyone sensing a theme to this yet? No good, optimism is the key. On the up, good sets from all concerned, with AGCK pulling a massive crowd response during their song CTRL ALT CHEAT, summoning at least 2 people to dance!
Herefore endeth this installment. One hopes you shall drop in for more amazing news on the worlds first ever Brassphemy tour. Remember guys, why not pop in on one of our upcoming shows and enjoy the fun with all of us. You never know what might happen....
Love to all
Brassphemy