UK Tour .. Day 4
The tour started a few days ago, after a short vacation in Iceland. (see www.lordsoficeland.com for pictures)
Tonight we're in Manchester playing the Bay Horse. We drove here without sleeping after going to an all night party following our show in Leslie, Scotland last night.
Oh on that subject: The show in Leslie was a blast. Tons of crazy kids, the other bands were good. Afterward they invited us to a part down the street. It was a weird combination of "normal" house party (cigarettes, alcohol, loud music, etc.), "formal" house party (abundance of finger foods, some parents present), and scottish hoe-down (a bedroom full of party-goers singing beatles songs, dudes whippin out their dicks and waving them around in the kitchen). At one point, the "host" of the party jumped up on the coffee table, pulled his shirt up, and invited others to whip him with a belt. I took a turn, and am in fact now wearing said belt. Thanks Pedro, if you ever read this. My belt was literally tearing apart, I was really in need of a new one, and this one will double as a memento with which I'll always remember your awesome party.
Okay, back to Manchester: We had to get here super early for two radio spots before the show.. Arrived at the venue, there was supposed to be a drumset, but someone dropped the ball so there wasn't one. And no other bands with drums on the bill tonight, save for some bongos.
We remembered there was a drumset sitting in the lobby of the radio station we were just at, so Alan and I drove back there in an attempt to borrow it for the night. The guy at the desk said he couldn't let anything out of the building and wasn't going to budge (even after Alan offered to buy him a coke and a sandwich.. ha!)
Alan kept "editing" our story to make it easier to digest for the man, eventually saying that we only needed one snare drum stand, because we'd left ours in Edinburgh (a city we haven't yet set foot in). The guy kept refusing, but then we found someone else who was more helpful, she phoned her boss and okay'd it for us. But by then we had to stick to our story of only needing a snare stand, so that's all we got.
We drove back to the Bay Horse and see the bongo player walking in the building, carrying a snare stand.
So I whittled a drumstick down on one end with my switchblade, duct taped it to an extra mic stand, and voila! cymbal stand. Turn an empty suitcase on it's end and.. kick drum! ..Yeah, we'll see how well this goes. Time to go play.
Tonight we're in Manchester playing the Bay Horse. We drove here without sleeping after going to an all night party following our show in Leslie, Scotland last night.
Oh on that subject: The show in Leslie was a blast. Tons of crazy kids, the other bands were good. Afterward they invited us to a part down the street. It was a weird combination of "normal" house party (cigarettes, alcohol, loud music, etc.), "formal" house party (abundance of finger foods, some parents present), and scottish hoe-down (a bedroom full of party-goers singing beatles songs, dudes whippin out their dicks and waving them around in the kitchen). At one point, the "host" of the party jumped up on the coffee table, pulled his shirt up, and invited others to whip him with a belt. I took a turn, and am in fact now wearing said belt. Thanks Pedro, if you ever read this. My belt was literally tearing apart, I was really in need of a new one, and this one will double as a memento with which I'll always remember your awesome party.
Okay, back to Manchester: We had to get here super early for two radio spots before the show.. Arrived at the venue, there was supposed to be a drumset, but someone dropped the ball so there wasn't one. And no other bands with drums on the bill tonight, save for some bongos.
We remembered there was a drumset sitting in the lobby of the radio station we were just at, so Alan and I drove back there in an attempt to borrow it for the night. The guy at the desk said he couldn't let anything out of the building and wasn't going to budge (even after Alan offered to buy him a coke and a sandwich.. ha!)
Alan kept "editing" our story to make it easier to digest for the man, eventually saying that we only needed one snare drum stand, because we'd left ours in Edinburgh (a city we haven't yet set foot in). The guy kept refusing, but then we found someone else who was more helpful, she phoned her boss and okay'd it for us. But by then we had to stick to our story of only needing a snare stand, so that's all we got.
We drove back to the Bay Horse and see the bongo player walking in the building, carrying a snare stand.
So I whittled a drumstick down on one end with my switchblade, duct taped it to an extra mic stand, and voila! cymbal stand. Turn an empty suitcase on it's end and.. kick drum! ..Yeah, we'll see how well this goes. Time to go play.