Post by DAVE HURRY on Apr 10, 2008 17:31:08 GMT
HI-ON MILTON KEYNES
Gig day rolls around, and I realise I need a shave lest I be "Hairy Hurry" again. I'd booked half the day off of work in order to get into the city and peruse the guitar shops of Denmark Street. After the last gig's unexpected sound drop-out, I thought it time to get some new leads. In my experience, leads don't just work for an hour and a half, stop working for thirty seconds, and then start working again. That said, all the lights on all me gear were lit so unless there was some interference with my wireless system (very unlikely) then it must have been me cables or me amp. I sincerely hope it wasn't the latter.
I'm currently sitting at Euston waiting for Nicko "I'm...different!" McBrain Jnr to show up. The last gig at MK in November last year nearly didn't happen, and I sincerely hope that everything goes OK this time. We've just bought a van (AT LAST!) and Adrian "it doesn't smell of granny piss" Swift will be driving it down for us. I'm looking forward to seeing our new purchase, and taking our first ride in the Hi-On Bus (even if we're only going as far as the nearest Little Chef!).
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Well, not the best night in the world ever.
I met up with Nicko on time, and we set off for Milton Keynes Central. Arriving at the venue to find the rest of the band already there, I set eyes on the van for the first time. The pictures do it a few favours, but it gets from A to B. We set up and I knew something was wrong - I was getting some weird interference (or so I thought) from somewhere close through me wireless. Soundcheck went without hitch, and we headed backstage where pizza had arrived.
I met up with my good pal Colin from university in the venue bar, and MK regular Wittman from the forum put in an appearance. It doesn't matter how many times you shout for songs that aren't on the setlist, mate - you won't get them!!!
9pm rolled around, the intro came along and we were off. We played really well, but come 22 Acacia Avenue (thrown in the set just after Heaven Can Wait) my gear died again. Now I knew it wasn't me leads - it turned out to be my amp. After 5 minutes faffing (and an impromptu Children Of The Damned), I was off again through the PA. I felt shit, but it solved all the problems and we closed out the gig playing just as well despite the dip. The crowd wasn't particularly huge, which is a bit of a worry - venues are telling us this is happening all over the UK tribute circuit. Perhaps we should move to Turkey!!!
It is now the morning after in the Travelodge. I'm mildly depressed about me gear dying, but dead pleased with me playing. Speed "cockney knees in a perpetual state of elevation" Harris nearly died laughing last night at his ever-present copy of Viz. Swifty and I sat up discussing the virtues of Pink Floyd while Nicko and Bruce "cheer up Manic" Dugginson were more or less straight to sleep. Off to the Little Chef in a bit - the very same restaurant which began our love affair with the diminuitive cook last year. That ought to lift my spirits somewhat!
With love,
Dave "no no no, I wanted a Mercedes Sprinter you old witch!" Hurry
Gig day rolls around, and I realise I need a shave lest I be "Hairy Hurry" again. I'd booked half the day off of work in order to get into the city and peruse the guitar shops of Denmark Street. After the last gig's unexpected sound drop-out, I thought it time to get some new leads. In my experience, leads don't just work for an hour and a half, stop working for thirty seconds, and then start working again. That said, all the lights on all me gear were lit so unless there was some interference with my wireless system (very unlikely) then it must have been me cables or me amp. I sincerely hope it wasn't the latter.
I'm currently sitting at Euston waiting for Nicko "I'm...different!" McBrain Jnr to show up. The last gig at MK in November last year nearly didn't happen, and I sincerely hope that everything goes OK this time. We've just bought a van (AT LAST!) and Adrian "it doesn't smell of granny piss" Swift will be driving it down for us. I'm looking forward to seeing our new purchase, and taking our first ride in the Hi-On Bus (even if we're only going as far as the nearest Little Chef!).
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Well, not the best night in the world ever.
I met up with Nicko on time, and we set off for Milton Keynes Central. Arriving at the venue to find the rest of the band already there, I set eyes on the van for the first time. The pictures do it a few favours, but it gets from A to B. We set up and I knew something was wrong - I was getting some weird interference (or so I thought) from somewhere close through me wireless. Soundcheck went without hitch, and we headed backstage where pizza had arrived.
I met up with my good pal Colin from university in the venue bar, and MK regular Wittman from the forum put in an appearance. It doesn't matter how many times you shout for songs that aren't on the setlist, mate - you won't get them!!!
9pm rolled around, the intro came along and we were off. We played really well, but come 22 Acacia Avenue (thrown in the set just after Heaven Can Wait) my gear died again. Now I knew it wasn't me leads - it turned out to be my amp. After 5 minutes faffing (and an impromptu Children Of The Damned), I was off again through the PA. I felt shit, but it solved all the problems and we closed out the gig playing just as well despite the dip. The crowd wasn't particularly huge, which is a bit of a worry - venues are telling us this is happening all over the UK tribute circuit. Perhaps we should move to Turkey!!!
It is now the morning after in the Travelodge. I'm mildly depressed about me gear dying, but dead pleased with me playing. Speed "cockney knees in a perpetual state of elevation" Harris nearly died laughing last night at his ever-present copy of Viz. Swifty and I sat up discussing the virtues of Pink Floyd while Nicko and Bruce "cheer up Manic" Dugginson were more or less straight to sleep. Off to the Little Chef in a bit - the very same restaurant which began our love affair with the diminuitive cook last year. That ought to lift my spirits somewhat!
With love,
Dave "no no no, I wanted a Mercedes Sprinter you old witch!" Hurry
