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Come along boys, upstairs to bed with you. We’ve got a busy day ahead of us tomorrow...
It all began with an email from Roger over at Iceni Promotions asking if the Boys From Bury would like to play at The Bridgehouse in Canning Town, London. This was the stuff of legend. The Bridgehouse has an illustrious history going right back to the 70’s and has played host to the likes of Steve Marriot, Jeff Beck, The Damned, Cockney Rejects etc. The original building was demolished sone time ago but the tradition has been carried on in new premises further down Bidder Street, now referred to as Bridgehouse 2.
We all arranged to meet up at the hotel we’d booked which seemed like a good idea until Craig couldn’t find it even with satnav. It eventually took him 6 hours and plenty of swearing and general grumpiness. He apparently has a bit of a problem with his satnav which is so old it doesn’t even have the M1 on it and London is referred to as Lundinium. He gets into arguments with the female voice giving him directions down roads that don’t exist.
We turned up late for the soundcheck but as most of the backline was already setup we just played a couple of numbers and pronounced ourselves satisfied. This was a huge relief since Rich our drummer is always very nervous about playing on any kit other than his own, but then drummers are a funny lot aren’t they. Something to do with hitting things all the time I suspect. The other bands on the bill were all a great bunch of lads who all stuck around to hear each other play which is a little rare these days. Most of the time bands playing on the same bill circle each other like male rhinos preparing to do battle for the affections of the bewildered, fat ugly lump of a female. But there was none of that on this occasion, just lots of boozing and silly dancing.
Our set went down really well, the volume of the clapping and cheering seeming much louder than the diminutive size of the venue. The place wasn’t packed by any means but the crowd were responsive which is what matters really. There’s nothing worse than playing your bollocks off to a bunch of cynical punters who don’t know the difference between good music and a jam doughnut. The audience even seemed to understand our northern accents and didn’t even ask where we’d put the whippet.
At the end of the night the sound engineer presented us with a CD recording of our set, proclaiming it a bit of a triumph. I haven’t heard it yet but if it’s any good we might release it sometime soon.
And so we all went home for tea and lashings of ginger beer.
Cheers
Dally
4:45 PM
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