In order to do this right I must start with
the first gig after the single launch, Bath Moles.....
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Reduced to a 3 piece as gembals
had chronic migraine, we jumped in the jesus wagon and headed for
bath. This was also the day Tim and I were battling some version of
swine flu / black plague and Johnny was bracing himself to
take over on vocals.....
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As it was a Saturday, we were playing the club night
which was quite late so after sound check, we ate at the obligatory
vegie/vegan/hippie restaurant and then I decided to curl up in the
back of the van to catch some zzz's. Whilst the plan was good in theory, I
didn't realise it would get so cold and had to improvise a blanket
out of a massive sheet of bubble wrap that at one point, probably safely
delivered someone's bathtub to Tim.....
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It was warm however my bubble wrap duvae proved quite
noisy whenever I moved.....
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The crowd seemed to enjoy the set especially one guy who
came and stood about a foot away from Tim for Love Is and shook Tim’s hand mid
tourette sweary ending and then ran away.....
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We sold quite a few “I Don’t Give A Fuck About Your
Band” t shirts at Bath moles and the strange consumer pattern that seems to be
emerging is bar staff, sound guys and promoters that work in music venues. I’m
not sure if this is scary or ironic.....
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Highlight from Bath Moles....
That guy behind the bar doing a wicked review (please
see pics and also front page of site as I have scanned it in) If that guy
happens to read this, you are a really good writer and should defiantly keep
perusing music journalism.....