Im no well :(
Righto, cannae mind what my last decent entry was, so i'll just start from a week ago, which was my birthday. It was braw. It was a cracking day, and everything went smoothly. We had a right good laugh, and my wonderful, talented friends gave me the best, most thoughtful presents ever. I love all you guys, your fucking ace.
Tuesday went out boozin with Peelio, had a rare time then as well. Cannae mind gettin home, but remember getting a right hard time aff this woman in Harwoods. Kept goin on about me being a vampire, or a gothic. At one point she asked me if I was the devil. I lost it. Went on a rant, told her what 'Goths' were. Really went to town on her. I was pure raging. So I dingheyed her and went and sat with some older friends of mine who used to come to karaoke in Oscars. I love the fact that it was total polar opposites. One group couldnt get past my clothes, which, in all honesty were my green combat shorts, green trainers and probably a band tee shirt, and decided to pick away at it, and the other group of folks couldnt give a fuck, they were just happy to have us talking to them. It really does my fuckin tits in when people have to label everything. As if by branding people, it makes them more palatable. Fuck right off.
So I cannae mind how I got home, but im guessing it was a taxi.
Wednesday was Frase and his brother Dannys birthday, and to be honest, I really didnt want to go out. I just wasnt feeling it. But I strapped myself up, and ventured down to Oscars for a few Irn Brus. Now I dont know why, but the night just never got out of 1st gear. Sure there were a lot of good friends there, but I could just sense things were gonnie go skee whiff. And I was right. We lost our first casualty about 10pm when Peelio decided to go home. From this point on, it was pretty much down hill. We decided we were going to HArwoods. I went into Tescos with Penny. He wanted fags, I wanted a pork pie. 15 minutes later wwe're leaving when Pennys phone goes. I think its Frase or Jo. Chap nearly never got into Harwoods, and then when we arrived over, it was pretty obvious, that everybody working in the place had their eyes on us. Now im no as paranoid as I used to be, but for every single member of staff, and this includes 4 doormen, to be watching a group of 6 friends, its a bit intimidating. Id had enough and wanted to go. Next thing I know Natalie turns up. She had phoned Penny to see where we were, and I felt terrible, because I knew that the night was gonnie last another 15 minutes max. Frase and Jo made their excuses and left, then Penny left, and id already had more than my fill, so I left too. I sure as hell wasnt standing about Harwoods drinking Irn Bru all night, boring myself to tears, so I headed up the road and collapsed.
Didnae go out thursday, but I wish I had. Sounded like I missed a good night. Fuck.
Stayed in friday as well. Caught up on some sleep.
Dunno why, but I decided to start drinking pretty early on Saturday. By 4pm I was steamin and jumping about the house listening to The Final Countdown album. It was a right guid laugh. Met Dario at about 9ish, and met Ross and Barry not long after. Went to the steamie for a few. Spoke to some cool folks before heading to 'Larvae' at the back of 11. Got in for hee haw, which was grand, and within about 10 minutes bumped into some people that id got pally with online, but had never actually met. Was a real good night for my 'work' confidence. When people you hold in a high regard tell you they like what your doing, it makes it all worthwile. So, after doing my bit I stumbled about outside shouting and bawling and doin my usual shtick for about 10 minutes. The polis thought Porlo stole a plastic water jug from Lava, which she may have, but the officer who was talking to her was a right jobsworth, and made me laugh. Phoned Ross to see where he was. He was outside Word Up! Went down with a few folks to meet him. Wandered about with him singing and doing our thing, eating a double decker and drinking strawberry water. Phoning folks at the back of 4, and making nuisances of ourselves. Bought 2 packets of watermelon chunks. Fuck knows what happened to them. Woke up the next day feeling rough as fuck, still had to go to Glasgow for the Reprobates night.
Met The Trauma at the station, just made the train, and headed up to the 13th Note. As we're walking down to it, it suddenly strikes me that both Tool and The Backyard Babies have big gigs on tonight. I cross my fingers and hope that we get a decent enough turn out, at least enough to make it worth our while. With just over a week to prepare things, I better hope that lady luck is on my side.
In a way, she is.
In another, more accurate way, is she fuck.
The bands were all phenomenal.
Ive seen The Trauma play umpteen times, infact theyve played for me umpteen times this year, but I have never EVER seen them play as well as they did on sunday. I was actually gobsmacked. They really did themselves justice, and im glad for the boys, because its been a rough couple of months.
boogi loushou were great, but nowhere near as good live as they are recorded. A pity. Mibbe next time.
That leads us to Krank Solo. I never booked this band, James did. I had no idea what they sounded like, and didnt even know what style they were. Well....
..fuck my ass....
..quite possibly the greatest musical surprise of all time. These boys were the fucking business. I didnt get to see Monster Magnet this year cause the gig got cancelled, but it doesnt matter anymore, becuase Krank Solo are "Desert Rock" par fucking excellence. Im not going to say anything else about them, just go check their myspace http://www.myspace.com/kranksolo :)
Finally on the bill was a band id discovered at the start of the year called Illegal Eye. And again, another winning performance. Just sweet as could be. The guys just walked it, and you can tell that theres big things in front of them. They were just superb, and I couldnt have asked for a better night to be honest.
Neither could the 12 paying punters, 6 of which were from Greenock.
I never lost any money on the gig, in fact I made £30, but it just goes to show you, that even a sure thing isnt always what it appears to be. Wandered about for a while, ended up at the Cathouse. I was having a good wee night. Then some lassie Woody knew joined us, and things went a bit...shite. We had arranged for Garrys uncle to come pick us up, and it was gonna be me, Garry, Dario and 1 other person in the car. I asked Woody. He happily accepted. It was gonna cost us a fiver each, so a total coup there. Untill Woody asked this lassie to tag along with us. That pretty much meant we were getting a glasgow cab down the road, because there was 5 of us now. After getting a bite to eat, we wandered over to the taxis. The first driver said it would be £65. I nearly died. I couldnt get out the car fast enough. After about 15 minutes of drunk people going round in circles I decided I had to pee. So I did. When I came back, there had been no progress made. I sure as fuck wasnt spending my money on a taxi, so I said, fuck yeez, get your 4 person taxi, im away to find a warm doorway to hide in. What pissed me off the most, was that the person who was most vocal about having to get down the road, was also the person who wanted to go to the Cathouse, and also the person, who scuppered our cheap Taxi plans. I wandered about for a bit till Dario caught up with me. We then proceeded to have the kind of conversation that only Dario and myself can have. It was great, it really was. The town was still heaving because of the 2 big gigs, and we had a few crazy random conversations with fellow music fans. I met a dude who loved KISS, and the guy nearly jizzed himself when I told him that Destroyer was the best album ever hands down. Just before those 2 guys left, one of them asked Dario and myself if we were from the streets. At first I thought he meant were we gan'starrs, but no, he thought we were down and outs. Yeesh. Wandered about for a bit. Bought Pakora. Got in an asian fellows gypsy cab to take us back to the station, got in. Got all light headed and started babbling a bit, got down the road, crawled into bed and proceeded to get the flu (I think).
So there yi go.
My throats killin me. I cannae swallow right. My heid's thumping and I want to hide in my bed till thursday night.
Toodle oooo
x x x
Mx
Tuesday went out boozin with Peelio, had a rare time then as well. Cannae mind gettin home, but remember getting a right hard time aff this woman in Harwoods. Kept goin on about me being a vampire, or a gothic. At one point she asked me if I was the devil. I lost it. Went on a rant, told her what 'Goths' were. Really went to town on her. I was pure raging. So I dingheyed her and went and sat with some older friends of mine who used to come to karaoke in Oscars. I love the fact that it was total polar opposites. One group couldnt get past my clothes, which, in all honesty were my green combat shorts, green trainers and probably a band tee shirt, and decided to pick away at it, and the other group of folks couldnt give a fuck, they were just happy to have us talking to them. It really does my fuckin tits in when people have to label everything. As if by branding people, it makes them more palatable. Fuck right off.
So I cannae mind how I got home, but im guessing it was a taxi.
Wednesday was Frase and his brother Dannys birthday, and to be honest, I really didnt want to go out. I just wasnt feeling it. But I strapped myself up, and ventured down to Oscars for a few Irn Brus. Now I dont know why, but the night just never got out of 1st gear. Sure there were a lot of good friends there, but I could just sense things were gonnie go skee whiff. And I was right. We lost our first casualty about 10pm when Peelio decided to go home. From this point on, it was pretty much down hill. We decided we were going to HArwoods. I went into Tescos with Penny. He wanted fags, I wanted a pork pie. 15 minutes later wwe're leaving when Pennys phone goes. I think its Frase or Jo. Chap nearly never got into Harwoods, and then when we arrived over, it was pretty obvious, that everybody working in the place had their eyes on us. Now im no as paranoid as I used to be, but for every single member of staff, and this includes 4 doormen, to be watching a group of 6 friends, its a bit intimidating. Id had enough and wanted to go. Next thing I know Natalie turns up. She had phoned Penny to see where we were, and I felt terrible, because I knew that the night was gonnie last another 15 minutes max. Frase and Jo made their excuses and left, then Penny left, and id already had more than my fill, so I left too. I sure as hell wasnt standing about Harwoods drinking Irn Bru all night, boring myself to tears, so I headed up the road and collapsed.
Didnae go out thursday, but I wish I had. Sounded like I missed a good night. Fuck.
Stayed in friday as well. Caught up on some sleep.
Dunno why, but I decided to start drinking pretty early on Saturday. By 4pm I was steamin and jumping about the house listening to The Final Countdown album. It was a right guid laugh. Met Dario at about 9ish, and met Ross and Barry not long after. Went to the steamie for a few. Spoke to some cool folks before heading to 'Larvae' at the back of 11. Got in for hee haw, which was grand, and within about 10 minutes bumped into some people that id got pally with online, but had never actually met. Was a real good night for my 'work' confidence. When people you hold in a high regard tell you they like what your doing, it makes it all worthwile. So, after doing my bit I stumbled about outside shouting and bawling and doin my usual shtick for about 10 minutes. The polis thought Porlo stole a plastic water jug from Lava, which she may have, but the officer who was talking to her was a right jobsworth, and made me laugh. Phoned Ross to see where he was. He was outside Word Up! Went down with a few folks to meet him. Wandered about with him singing and doing our thing, eating a double decker and drinking strawberry water. Phoning folks at the back of 4, and making nuisances of ourselves. Bought 2 packets of watermelon chunks. Fuck knows what happened to them. Woke up the next day feeling rough as fuck, still had to go to Glasgow for the Reprobates night.
Met The Trauma at the station, just made the train, and headed up to the 13th Note. As we're walking down to it, it suddenly strikes me that both Tool and The Backyard Babies have big gigs on tonight. I cross my fingers and hope that we get a decent enough turn out, at least enough to make it worth our while. With just over a week to prepare things, I better hope that lady luck is on my side.
In a way, she is.
In another, more accurate way, is she fuck.
The bands were all phenomenal.
Ive seen The Trauma play umpteen times, infact theyve played for me umpteen times this year, but I have never EVER seen them play as well as they did on sunday. I was actually gobsmacked. They really did themselves justice, and im glad for the boys, because its been a rough couple of months.
boogi loushou were great, but nowhere near as good live as they are recorded. A pity. Mibbe next time.
That leads us to Krank Solo. I never booked this band, James did. I had no idea what they sounded like, and didnt even know what style they were. Well....
..fuck my ass....
..quite possibly the greatest musical surprise of all time. These boys were the fucking business. I didnt get to see Monster Magnet this year cause the gig got cancelled, but it doesnt matter anymore, becuase Krank Solo are "Desert Rock" par fucking excellence. Im not going to say anything else about them, just go check their myspace http://www.myspace.com/kranksolo :)
Finally on the bill was a band id discovered at the start of the year called Illegal Eye. And again, another winning performance. Just sweet as could be. The guys just walked it, and you can tell that theres big things in front of them. They were just superb, and I couldnt have asked for a better night to be honest.
Neither could the 12 paying punters, 6 of which were from Greenock.
I never lost any money on the gig, in fact I made £30, but it just goes to show you, that even a sure thing isnt always what it appears to be. Wandered about for a while, ended up at the Cathouse. I was having a good wee night. Then some lassie Woody knew joined us, and things went a bit...shite. We had arranged for Garrys uncle to come pick us up, and it was gonna be me, Garry, Dario and 1 other person in the car. I asked Woody. He happily accepted. It was gonna cost us a fiver each, so a total coup there. Untill Woody asked this lassie to tag along with us. That pretty much meant we were getting a glasgow cab down the road, because there was 5 of us now. After getting a bite to eat, we wandered over to the taxis. The first driver said it would be £65. I nearly died. I couldnt get out the car fast enough. After about 15 minutes of drunk people going round in circles I decided I had to pee. So I did. When I came back, there had been no progress made. I sure as fuck wasnt spending my money on a taxi, so I said, fuck yeez, get your 4 person taxi, im away to find a warm doorway to hide in. What pissed me off the most, was that the person who was most vocal about having to get down the road, was also the person who wanted to go to the Cathouse, and also the person, who scuppered our cheap Taxi plans. I wandered about for a bit till Dario caught up with me. We then proceeded to have the kind of conversation that only Dario and myself can have. It was great, it really was. The town was still heaving because of the 2 big gigs, and we had a few crazy random conversations with fellow music fans. I met a dude who loved KISS, and the guy nearly jizzed himself when I told him that Destroyer was the best album ever hands down. Just before those 2 guys left, one of them asked Dario and myself if we were from the streets. At first I thought he meant were we gan'starrs, but no, he thought we were down and outs. Yeesh. Wandered about for a bit. Bought Pakora. Got in an asian fellows gypsy cab to take us back to the station, got in. Got all light headed and started babbling a bit, got down the road, crawled into bed and proceeded to get the flu (I think).
So there yi go.
My throats killin me. I cannae swallow right. My heid's thumping and I want to hide in my bed till thursday night.
Toodle oooo
x x x
Mx