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Category: Blogging
When I found out we might be supporting Lo Fi Allstars back at the end of the sunmmer the first thing I did was call our mate Pete. (He's the one in a lab coat at Skye Music Festival in some of our photos). We used to smoke healthy amounts of hash and listen to their album back in our joy-riding days...
Sound as fuck the Lo Fi's, and the gigs were pretty good too. Attendances varied from frighteningly low to like a 90's Manchester rave. We were on first most nights so caught the former more often! Being on first is cool if the 2nd band are better or have more folk in the crowd than you - The Tigerpicks failed both of these tests. Made all the more annoying by the fact they are signed to a major record company (sold their souls to Sony) and got paid £100 per night, exactly £100 more than us. Like Lemar says... there's no justice in the world.
Every night of the tour has its own story but Aberdeen and Manchester stand out..
We checked into a hotel in Aberdeen, pre-stocked the rooms with a case of lager and some jim beam then headed out to the Kings of Leon aftershow party after our gig. Never saw a King yet but The Wombats were DJing which brought about some stupid shit. In the mildly busy Moshulu 2 Wombats played the decks and talked in posh scouser to each other while the Roys Iron DNA merchandise machine (Angus) necked another Vodka+coke (VODKOK) and proceeded to don a horribly skin tight white wife beater vest and jump up on stage with the marsupials. Brendan our bladdered bass player followed and chief singer Ian T backed them up by smoking without stealth on the fully lit stage and central point for the whole club.
Needless to say the rest of the night in the hotel wasn't without messyness. The night porter only asked us to quieten down twice, "dya wanna come in?, dya wanna drink?, dya wanna pill?" was Brendan's diplomatic response.
In Manchester we played 2nd on the bill and scored some cash to help with fuel, after the show we found ourselves at a house party in Longsight with dancing girls like you see on Almost Famous and pavement kebabs like you see outside Piccante on Broughton Street in Edinburgh or Beni's in Berwick on a Saturday night.
Another brief stand out memory is Jonny Gray (ourfreeofchargetopbloketourmanager) being caught on Jacksons creep camera. Photos coming soon.. Jonny had the misfortune of talking the only stir-crazy mad burd in The Wee Red Bar after our Edinburgh show. She flipped out when the flash flashed from creep cam and went sincerely birsurk, flapping her arms aound like todays fearful turkeys.
Cheers if you came along to see us, especially at £10 at ticket, you are sound as fuck.
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