the magnificent duke
i haven't posted for ages.
shame.
anyhoo,the reason for this post is the truly breathtaking marmaduke duke.
they put on a show like no other and i defy you to find a band which give such a complete mind-fuck of a live experience.
the first of the dates on the mini tour was at the barfly in camden on the 30th june.
oh my,what an evening.
we meet our friend sarah at the barfly,along with her good friends phil and andy.
they carry two my little ponies,named blunder and haggis and we decorate capes with glitter and take photos as sarah and phil brandish glitter-encrusted swords.
we rock.
the barfly is a small,sweaty venue yet still we stand at the front,ready to receive the full force of the onslaught.
after the support duo,the whip's,fantastic set the duke take to the stage,dressed in primark style dresses and pop socks,with the exception of the atmosphere,who is sporting some very short shorts and a black ruffled shirt.
they are style personified.
in between having simon shouting in my face and getting battered by the too-eager crowd,i take photos,which you can see here:
marvellous.
after the gig we head to south mimms services (don't ask) and spend many a fun hour playing air hockey and using their vastly over-priced internet access-ery before driving into central london and taking pretty pictures of the london eye,houses of parliament and various other guff (which,handily,i can't find)
the day after we are due to see dive dive in banbury but singer jamie has a poorly tooth and the gig is cancelled so instead we decide to travel to cardiff and witness the awesomeness of the duke once again.
we arrive 3 songs into their set after a nightmare journey involving the closing of the m4 for no apparent reason and a 30 mile diversion.
no photos,crowd was shit,the end.
birmingham the following night is better though,we swing by esher en route and pick up del,who will be joining us on our 3rd marmaduke duke adventure in as many days.
the venue,once again,is hot and sweaty,unbearably so at the front in fact,and so we retire to seats at the back.
the duke are once again fantastic,again,no photos,i couldn't stay in the pit if my life depended on it.
which is a shame as a photo of simon jumping off stage,heading through the crowd over to the bar and sticking his head under a beer tap would've made an awesome photo.
and then comes glasgow,as near a hometown gig as you're going to get and it was immense.
i am no good with words so will tell the story of the gig in photographic form.
except the bit about a bit of glass going through my finger and me failing to notice that i'm bleeding profusely because simon neil's sitting on my fucking shoulder/sticking his sweaty thighs in my face.
here then,are pictures.
and that is all,no posts for another 4 months then.
p.s sarah is awesome.
shame.
anyhoo,the reason for this post is the truly breathtaking marmaduke duke.
they put on a show like no other and i defy you to find a band which give such a complete mind-fuck of a live experience.
the first of the dates on the mini tour was at the barfly in camden on the 30th june.
oh my,what an evening.
we meet our friend sarah at the barfly,along with her good friends phil and andy.
they carry two my little ponies,named blunder and haggis and we decorate capes with glitter and take photos as sarah and phil brandish glitter-encrusted swords.
we rock.
the barfly is a small,sweaty venue yet still we stand at the front,ready to receive the full force of the onslaught.
after the support duo,the whip's,fantastic set the duke take to the stage,dressed in primark style dresses and pop socks,with the exception of the atmosphere,who is sporting some very short shorts and a black ruffled shirt.
they are style personified.
in between having simon shouting in my face and getting battered by the too-eager crowd,i take photos,which you can see here:
marvellous.
after the gig we head to south mimms services (don't ask) and spend many a fun hour playing air hockey and using their vastly over-priced internet access-ery before driving into central london and taking pretty pictures of the london eye,houses of parliament and various other guff (which,handily,i can't find)
the day after we are due to see dive dive in banbury but singer jamie has a poorly tooth and the gig is cancelled so instead we decide to travel to cardiff and witness the awesomeness of the duke once again.
we arrive 3 songs into their set after a nightmare journey involving the closing of the m4 for no apparent reason and a 30 mile diversion.
no photos,crowd was shit,the end.
birmingham the following night is better though,we swing by esher en route and pick up del,who will be joining us on our 3rd marmaduke duke adventure in as many days.
the venue,once again,is hot and sweaty,unbearably so at the front in fact,and so we retire to seats at the back.
the duke are once again fantastic,again,no photos,i couldn't stay in the pit if my life depended on it.
which is a shame as a photo of simon jumping off stage,heading through the crowd over to the bar and sticking his head under a beer tap would've made an awesome photo.
and then comes glasgow,as near a hometown gig as you're going to get and it was immense.
i am no good with words so will tell the story of the gig in photographic form.
except the bit about a bit of glass going through my finger and me failing to notice that i'm bleeding profusely because simon neil's sitting on my fucking shoulder/sticking his sweaty thighs in my face.
here then,are pictures.
and that is all,no posts for another 4 months then.
p.s sarah is awesome.