Well friends,

The summer is over, but the love continues :) We're trying to get all the gig blogs up soonish, so thank you for your patience!

Here's a blog from Jonny T Ravn about our gig in Essex at "Dukes" with the always fabulous Electralyte.

Be well,
Tre





Hello everyone again, Thank you for joining us in another chapter of 'The Hours on the Road' the official tour/gig diary of Onehundredhours. This Chapter is will be narrated by you the reader. So get your voice warm 'n' ready, and if you can put on a really good James Mason voice this will help create the magic...

"It was a warm day in July when the men and women of the band awoke. The sounds of birds in the air and a gentle breeze that pushed it's way through the cracks in the window, billowing the curtains as each wave passed their houses. Three members of the band Tre, Tori and little Jonny from over the hill climbed in to the van and listened to the gentle static of the broken radio as they made there way through the winding roads to the town of Chelmsford.

Many stories come that infamous town but they are for another time. Around the second hour of the clock, the group arrived and greeted each other with laughter and smiles, just enjoying the moment and letting nothing get in it way. As the white Citroen chariot was unloaded the leaf springs gave a sigh of relief, knowing for now their job was done.

Hours went by and the sun started to fall behind the horizon. The sound check was complete and more people started to arrive. Jonny getting rather peckish wondered back to the chariot to retrieve nourishment and to his surprise he found it unlocked. Stunned, he took the food he was looking for and locked it with cheer realizing that nothing was taken.

The green room in the back of the club was encircled with huge flowing curtains that matched the maroon doors that separated the two sides of the evening. People gathered, chatted and played games with each other to pass the time. But as the clock struck the hour, a sea of people flooded the venue and were met with ballads of rock from the newly amped 'Electrolyte'.

Clothes were on, guitars were tuned and the whole sound system was turned up to 11. The sounds of distorted waves were swelling the air as Steve took hold of his Silver weapon. In only a blink of an eye the dam that held the quiet together came crumbling down and the 'Hours' played until they where nothing more than a ear ringing, sweat sticking ball of fire. In the crowds people leapt whilst others stood motionless. Tre broke rank and vaulted a barrier, placing himself face to face in the pit of mosh. There he wrestled with singing and trying to get back and just making it to close the song on his black dripping fender tele.

This happened for what seemed only a second and was then over. As people left they were thanked and greeted again with the opportunity to meet the band and duel sharpies over records and posters. The venue, now empty, looked like the ending of Wayne's world two. Bottles and flyers littered on the floor the only thing that was missing was the site of the 'Weird lookin' Indian Guy'.

As the Band repacked and went on their way, the hum of the show still sung in their ears. Although this was not the end for the tale of The Hours, the sky was dark and stars poked through the blanket of night like holes in sheet. So they made their way to ends of the earth ready for another adventure in the lands of 'Soul Survivor' a mischievous place of Rock and Triumph.

The End.


Thank you for being a part of my ridiculous brain, and if I get a chance I may do another chapter later in the year. I hope you are well and don't forget to cash in your 'Every Copper Count' money when you get a chance. We'll see you on the road love Jonny

The Hours