Post by DAVE HURRY on Jul 15, 2007 10:53:39 GMT
Well well well, how are we boys and girls? I'm 'kin marvellous meself, thanks for asking...
Sorry. I think Nicko took me over for a minute there!
My day started with a haircut, and then it was off to Southampton (only three trains this time!). I love going by train, but your ears don't half pop on that line! A hot walk from St. Denys station took me to The Brook where young master Joe "I did not Google soft tits!" Lazarus had just arrived with mother and girlfriend in tow. No pressies from Nicko this week sadly, nor were there any Iron Maiden glowsticks! Putting any disappointment aside, I started setting up me gear while Speed "What's the point if they don't smell?" Harris got the backdrop up. Shortly thereafter we were joined by Adrian "Soft tits, ha ha!" Swift and Bigger "Soft tits?" Dickinson after their lengthy drive from oop north in the incredible Van With No Brakes. What brave souls they are!
A little about the venue – The Brook is a well established venue in Southampton which sadly has run into some money trouble of late. It is NOT CLOSING, however – the chaps are doing a damn good job of keeping it going and there are exciting possible futures for it. It'd be a crying shame if some twat bought it and turned it into a wine bar – it's a cracking venue, and they really look after their acts. So if yer a resident of Southampton, get along and support The Brook as often – we'll be back early next year.
Retiring to the dressing room (complete with free internet access…) we sat about chatting for a bit. There was a Pornographic Incident (of which a certain band member's girlfriend is, of course, wholly innocent…! Soft tits indeed!), and some YouTube action. I feel enlightened now knowing what a "thump-off" is...!
After a Big George dinner (one portion of small chips could feed a family of four for a week!), we started getting ready. A quick look out to the audience revealed a smallish crowd, but as soon as we hit the stage it looked a hell of a lot bigger!! There were over a hundred there according to the staff, which was much better than we were expecting.
We'd decided to open up with Where Eagles Dare, something we've never done before. Mr Swift had worked hard on an intro tape for us – with four minutes of Doctor Doctor and another three of the theme from the eponymous film, it was a bit of a marathon! We did enter the stage a little early and stood there like melons waiting for that theme to end and for Mr Joe to get that introductory drum blast out of the way! The song went down an absolute storm (with my solo accompanied by machine gun fire – f***in' marvellous!!!), and we continued the set with classic after classic, even rolling out Rime Of The Ancient Mariner to a rapt audience. It was a massively long set, on a massively hot hot hot stage (we all came close to passing out), but it was worth every bead of sweat – you just can't beat a good gig!
After some banter with crowd and staff we started setting down. We were all feeling a little depleted after the gig but as I say it was most definitely worth it. Joe hitched back to his homestead, Mr Harris set off for deepest Wales and us three remaining reprobates followed diversions all the way back to my gaff where we arrived about 4:15AM. Swift and Dickinson had a bit of a drive ahead of them even at that time of the morning! Poor sods. I quickly checked our forums (where people were already raving about the gig!) and hit the sack, woken only by the dehydration caused by rocking just a little too hard on a desert stage!
'kin great! Everywhere we go at the moment, people are telling us it's the best they've ever seen the band. It's so good to hear that after all the recent crap with line-up changes and such – things are really starting to settle. I can't wait to blast through next year!!! I've just got to work a bit on me camp Dave Murray moves…choreographers, get in touch!
Soft tits!!!
Sorry. I think Nicko took me over for a minute there!
My day started with a haircut, and then it was off to Southampton (only three trains this time!). I love going by train, but your ears don't half pop on that line! A hot walk from St. Denys station took me to The Brook where young master Joe "I did not Google soft tits!" Lazarus had just arrived with mother and girlfriend in tow. No pressies from Nicko this week sadly, nor were there any Iron Maiden glowsticks! Putting any disappointment aside, I started setting up me gear while Speed "What's the point if they don't smell?" Harris got the backdrop up. Shortly thereafter we were joined by Adrian "Soft tits, ha ha!" Swift and Bigger "Soft tits?" Dickinson after their lengthy drive from oop north in the incredible Van With No Brakes. What brave souls they are!
A little about the venue – The Brook is a well established venue in Southampton which sadly has run into some money trouble of late. It is NOT CLOSING, however – the chaps are doing a damn good job of keeping it going and there are exciting possible futures for it. It'd be a crying shame if some twat bought it and turned it into a wine bar – it's a cracking venue, and they really look after their acts. So if yer a resident of Southampton, get along and support The Brook as often – we'll be back early next year.
Retiring to the dressing room (complete with free internet access…) we sat about chatting for a bit. There was a Pornographic Incident (of which a certain band member's girlfriend is, of course, wholly innocent…! Soft tits indeed!), and some YouTube action. I feel enlightened now knowing what a "thump-off" is...!
After a Big George dinner (one portion of small chips could feed a family of four for a week!), we started getting ready. A quick look out to the audience revealed a smallish crowd, but as soon as we hit the stage it looked a hell of a lot bigger!! There were over a hundred there according to the staff, which was much better than we were expecting.
We'd decided to open up with Where Eagles Dare, something we've never done before. Mr Swift had worked hard on an intro tape for us – with four minutes of Doctor Doctor and another three of the theme from the eponymous film, it was a bit of a marathon! We did enter the stage a little early and stood there like melons waiting for that theme to end and for Mr Joe to get that introductory drum blast out of the way! The song went down an absolute storm (with my solo accompanied by machine gun fire – f***in' marvellous!!!), and we continued the set with classic after classic, even rolling out Rime Of The Ancient Mariner to a rapt audience. It was a massively long set, on a massively hot hot hot stage (we all came close to passing out), but it was worth every bead of sweat – you just can't beat a good gig!
After some banter with crowd and staff we started setting down. We were all feeling a little depleted after the gig but as I say it was most definitely worth it. Joe hitched back to his homestead, Mr Harris set off for deepest Wales and us three remaining reprobates followed diversions all the way back to my gaff where we arrived about 4:15AM. Swift and Dickinson had a bit of a drive ahead of them even at that time of the morning! Poor sods. I quickly checked our forums (where people were already raving about the gig!) and hit the sack, woken only by the dehydration caused by rocking just a little too hard on a desert stage!
'kin great! Everywhere we go at the moment, people are telling us it's the best they've ever seen the band. It's so good to hear that after all the recent crap with line-up changes and such – things are really starting to settle. I can't wait to blast through next year!!! I've just got to work a bit on me camp Dave Murray moves…choreographers, get in touch!
Soft tits!!!