Our summer tour kicked off in Barton in May at The Old Mill. Looking at the venue from the outside, you wouldn’t think it was a host of regular gigs, but on the inside it’s a pretty cool place.
Converted from an old mill (funnily enough), as soon as we arrived we were greeted by a very enthusiastic tipsy regular offering us the latest deal on a tour van. Judging by the lukewarm looking Australian lager he was nursing, we decided to stick with Chris’ work/tour van.
As a band, we think we’re pretty respectful to the other bands on the bill. We always watch them, give them a clap and whistle at the end of every song. But when close friend Jason ‘The Don’ Harros comes to see us play, his drunken antics can cause a huge distraction.
Tonight The Don was joining us on an empty stomach but had quite a thirst. Unlike us he wasn’t pacing himself. Before we knew it he was flaunting his self proclaimed “success shoes” and giving us personal tips on how to pleasure the opposite sex. Out of respect to women throughout the world, I’ve yet to put it into practice.
The gig itself went down without a hitch. A crowd full of dancers were bouncing to Chris’ high hat and the bar flies’ heads were nodding like that dog on your parcel shelf. Even the promoter showed off his silky smooth dance moves towards the end of the night.
Next up, we returned to one of our favourite cities, Sunderland. Last time we played here we were supporting Wolf Gang (now touring America with Coldplay of all people). The barista was a student, the joiner was making caravans and the financial advisor was... well, still advising. This gig was at Plugged Inn for Lone Wolf Promotions.
Before we knew it he was flaunting his self proclaimed “success shoes” and giving us personal tips on how to pleasure the opposite sex.
After a very sweaty drive up and Ryan walking into a lamppost, we got to the venue just about in one piece. After saying hello to a few friendly faces we hit the shandys. Cut to 3 hours later, we were on the border line, trying to claw some ground back with energy drinks.
Lots of new toys were being used for the first time, new pedals, new bass... new drum sticks. Like wearing in a new pair of shoes, it wasn’t the easiest of experiences but we managed to pull it off and were reasonably happy with the outcome. We even attempted a song called ‘He Is Mental’. This song was recorded on a Casio keyboard and we were replicating it on guitars. Now that’s ambition.
Last year in whilst playing a gig in nearby Middlesbrough, we created a game where we have a kick about on stage with a random piece of nearby debris. Tonight saw the return of said game. Previously we used the end of a fluffy microphone, this time we went more angular and attempted a drinks can. This developed into a game of hockey. Steve won. Symphonic Pictures were headlining the gig, we went back to the bar.
The best thing about gigs in the north is that people aren’t afraid to talk to you. We love it when people come up to us and tell us what they thought of the set, good or bad. It was all good on this occasion. We don’t bite, honest.
After dropping the gear off at our digs for the night, we headed out to experience the north east nightlife. After paying a fiver to get into an empty club, we stopped for fuel. One thing that you can guarantee, no matter where you go across the country, every single take away is the same. The same lonesome lad sucking on a pepperoni pizza, the same couple rowing in the corner because he got the wrong food, the same confused look from the guy serving as he tries to understand the Hull accent.
Next up is Cottingham Springboard Festival and then Welfest On The Meadow, but we’ll leave you with this little gem Chris told us as we were preparing our sofa/bed. “I thought I saw a dead baby ghost the other day. It wasn’t, it was just a handkerchief.”
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