tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53356752252154749002024-03-14T18:12:15.068+10:30Tales from under the Bleak UmbrellaThe ramblings of a part-time musician & writer. Full-time human.
<p>Copyright © David Robinson 2010-2021. Not to be reproduced without permission.</p>David Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402973206065717778noreply@blogger.comBlogger326125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335675225215474900.post-25838977723400628782019-01-04T17:38:00.001+10:302019-01-05T07:39:38.477+10:30In the year of Twenty Eighteen...<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">So, 2018 has come and gone (without a single blog post). It's been a decent year, musically speaking, and it feels appropriate to reflect upon what's been happening. Here are some of the highlights of the last 12 months...</span><span style="color: #999999;"><br /></span><br />
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It took us a long time to get there, and we were pretty beat when we arrived, but Mongolia turned out to be a great place to visit and play music.<br />
Ulaanbaatar (UB) is a big city, combining new shiny buildings, Soviet-style monoliths and rubbly wrecks. It is a hot, dry and dusty place in the summertime; that was certainly the case for us.<br />
The language, as it is both spoken and printed, was the most difficult for me to comprehend out of the three touring destinations. It made ordering vegetarian food quite a challenge. As much as I tried to enjoy Mongolian cuisine, I settled for pizza and chips as often as not.<br />
We got to UB at the end of the local election process and the beginning of
the Naadam Festival. Due to a government decree, there was no alcohol officially available for sale for the first three
days of our visit so much ingenuity was required and utilised by those who were thirsty.<br />
The place we stayed looked foreboding on arrival; very uncompromising from the outside. But the people who ran it were friendly and helpful, and the rooms were comfortable. Breakfast was of the continental variety, and included fried egg and a
kind of sausage that can only be described as "soylent pink".<br />
Outside, probably due to the election, festival, and three days of public holidays, the roads and footpaths were only sparsely populated. Quite a contrast from Vietnam!<br />
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With almost a dozen tour gigs under our belt it is fair to say that the band was hitting its straps, both technically and in terms of putting on a show. But there were still the odd challenges requiring attention. Chasing venues for payment, sound-checking through the language barrier, getting owners/managers to deliver on their commitments; all part of the fun. In addition, touring without amps and drums means that every gig is something of a journey into the unknown. You never know what a venue will provide, despite you having sent them your stage rider months previously and/or spoken with them regarding requirements. Guitars were played directly through mixing desks on more than one occasion. At least the drum kits were in place; more than I can say for many of our UK shows in 2016. We played seven shows over the nine nights we were in Mongolia, only resting on the first and last evenings.<br />
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One of the highlights of the entire tour was the visit to the Lotus Children's Centre, about an hour out of UB, on the edge of the hills. It's an orphanage run by some very hard-working and dedicated folks, and filled with some of the nicest, happiest and most mischievous kids you will ever meet. We played a set of songs for them, and then they gave us dinner followed by a sunset show put on by the children.<br />
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On my days off, I visited temples and monasteries; I was amazed at the magnitude of the Buddhist presence in UB; easily rivalling that of the other places we'd been. Some of the statues were breathtaking. The monks seemed happy enough to chat as they went about their daily business. It's been a fairly recent resurgence; most monasteries and lamas were
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If Sharky Bar was the peak show of the Vietnam/Cambodia section, then the last gig of the tour, outdoors at the UB Jazz Club, must rank as the best of the Mongolian appearances. The big crowd seemed completely immersed in our performance. As were we. They danced, clapped and sang along all night. Wonderful; a great way to end things.<br />
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As we went through security on our way to the plane, a guard made me take the Buddhas I'd bought in Vietnam, Cambodia and Mongolia out of my bag. She inspected them, asked me a few questions about receipts, where I'd purchased and the like, and then let me wrap them up again. Did she think I was smuggling treasures out of the country? Who knows...<br />
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I don't think anyone from our touring party was looking forward to the trip from Vietnam to Mongolia. Three flights, three countries and the best part of a full day's travel.<br />
If only it had proved that simple.<br />
The odyssey began with me being jolted from my sleep at 4.30am. Ouch. An hour and a half later we were checking in for the flight to Guangzhou. Getting the instruments onto the plane was the first of a few challenges we were to face. We won in the end. The flight was smooth; the chap next to us heard us chatting and became an instant fan. He took a photo of himself with Peter Guitar and me.<br />
Guangzhou was where the fun really began. We were installed into a nice lounge while we waited patiently for our flight. What could possibly go wrong?<br />
Firstly, we were bumped onto a later flight. This would mean that we would have to be efficient in Beijing if we were to make our connection. An hour before boarding we were told that the flight had been cancelled due to extreme weather. No more flights until morning. It looked like we'd be sleeping in the airport. More by luck than skill, we found out that the airline was willing to put us up. We travelled to a very nice hotel, enjoyed dinner out on the street, and managed about four hours sleep before being ferried back to the airport before dawn.</div>
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We flew to Beijing, already half-a-day behind schedule. We inquired as to the viability of our Mongolian Air tickets, and we were all but assured we'd be ok to fly to Ulaanbaatar. At 10.00 that evening. Great.<br />
Airports are wonderful places to kill time. More boring than a budget speech, and more expensive than an angry ex-wife.<br />
Somewhat bloodied but unbowed, the seven of us lined up to be first to check-in when the gate opened. And, of course, when we told them of the assurances we'd received they didn't want to know.<br />
Eventually, someone in control explained that they'd try and get us on but couldn't guarantee anything. The plane was fully booked and we would be relying on no-shows.<br />
We waited patiently, if a little angry and worried, for another four hours. During that time we were informed that 35 people hadn't shown up, so our hopes of escaping China were raised. About 20 late-comers showed up in one go, adding to our stress levels.<br />
Sometime after 10.00pm, we were told we'd made it onto the flight. We joined the millions of sheep, sorry, people at passport control and security, and made it to the gate not long before the flight's doors were scheduled to shut. Hooray. Only one small problem - there was no plane in sight.<br />
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After all that, it transpired that our plane had been diverted due to weather. It wouldn't be leaving at 11.55. <br />
It did show up, hours later, and we finally took off at 5.30. Two hours later we arrived, a somewhat bedraggled-looking bunch, at Chinggis Khaan airport. We had been in transit for over 48 hours.<br />
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Our second Cambodian destination was the popular tourist town of Siem Reap. After another long bus ride (albeit in a well-appointed coach), we were piled into tuk-tuks supplied by our hosts and whisked away to our luxurious accommodation at FCC Angkor. What a beautiful place!<br />
The gig that night was outdoors, up on a stage, playing to FCC's usual Saturday night revellers. The number of patrons dwindled as the night went on, but we still gave it the old mach schau, despite knowing we had to get up at 4.00am for a very special morning. Most of us were in bed by midnight.<br />
I have had a passionate, if sometimes wavering, philosophical and academic interest in Buddhism for 30+ years. Initially stimulated by the beat poets, my thirst for knowledge and my desire to practise has continued to grow. So, the prospect of a visit to Angkor Wat was something I was a little excited about. Even the grim reality of sleep deprivation couldn't dampen my ardour.<br />
We made our way out on a convoy of tuk-tuks. In the darkness, I could see an increasing number of headlights as we closed in on Angkor Wat. All roads lead to Rome and all that.</div>
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We made our way in, past what seemed like hundreds of hawkers, and stood quietly gazing at the temple as night turned to day. It was overcast so there was no sunrise to speak of, but it was still a magical experience.<br />
The place is a cash bonanza for Cambodia. Millions of people must visit every year, with each foreigner stumping up USD$37 for the privilege. Locals get in for free.<br />
I was happy to pay. Sure, it was hard to ignore the immodestly dressed, the smokers and the shouty-types, but I tried to drink in the splendour of the place and think about what it must have been like when it was a going concern. Breathtaking.</div>
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In the afternoon we had a heart-warming visit to the 'Music for Everyone' school, a place where local kids can learn to sing and play. It runs on fumes, and would be a worthy cause to support. We also went out to 60 Road Studios, which looks a very impressive music-creation space.<br />
Our second, and final, Cambodian show was at Triangle Restaurant Lounge Bar. We were once again made to feel very special, with food and drink being laid on for all. It was another good performance; PlanB has hit its straps, of that you can be sure.<br />
I'm glad we played Siem Reap; the shows were great and we were treated very well.<br />
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We only spent three and a half days in Cambodia but, boy, we did our best to do justice to the place.<br />
To my relatively naive eyes Phnom Penh seemed older, poorer and dirtier than Saigon. I loved the place almost immediately. We caught tuk-tuks and rode through the dusty, dusky Thursday evening air. The Velkommen Guest House, at one end of yet another chaotic, pungent street, was run by a pleasant, chatty Norwegian geezer. My room was big enough to host a five-a-side match.<br />
We enjoyed Khmer and Thai food on our first night, before heading to Sharky Bar to say hello. We met Ben, who presides over the venue, and enjoyed a few cold beers while we discussed our Friday gig. The staff made us feel special and we had a very pleasant session before disappearing into the Cambodian darkness.</div>
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For most people, Fridays are full of optimism; the weekend beckons. For us, this particular Friday was a little short on wide-eyed happiness. We took tuk-tuks out to the harrowing killing fields of the Choeung Ek Genocidal Centre where we were exposed to the most barbarous elements of humanity. We also visited the Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum (S-21), and it is fair to say that we were emotionally spent by the time we returned to the hotel. I'm glad I went, but I was happy to leave when I did.</div>
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The Sharky gig was probably the best of the tour so far. It is an anglo-themed bar, but the clientele was probably an even mix of Cambodians and ex-pats. Sharky had been promoting us for months; they'd even organised a radio interview for Sneaky and me last weekend. I think the publicity drive worked. It was their biggest crowd in months, and we responded. There was lots of dancing and singing along among the masses. Rich the sound guy, Packo and Ben looked after us very well. Everything about the show seemed to work, and we raged through our three sets as if our lives depended on it.<br />
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Getting to our two-day engagement at Joe's Cafe in Mui Ne was a bit of a challenge, but it was just about worth it. The vehicle that took us there from the chaos of Ho Chi Minh City was a "bed bus", where travellers insert themselves into a plastic coccoon and sleep away the journey. Fine if you are five foot tall, not so good if you are a long streak... needless to say, a little ingenuity was required. <br />
Joe's Cafe is owned by a laid-back American guy called, erm, Joe. From a humble beginning, he and his wife have been improving the business for a few years, and Joe's is now in a new location, and they have added a boutique hotel just down the road.</div>
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We played two shows on consecutive nights; both went well, despite me only having half a voice (head cold). We were supported by two of Joe's favourites: keyboard virtuoso Kreed (thank you for the vodkas) and the friendly and very talented Clive Pendock.<br />
We had an amazing photographer, Aleksei Serov, come to our shows (see top image), and he also offered to do a photo shoot by the beach. The results of his efforts were excellent.<br />
These were tour gigs number five and six and, musically speaking, I think the band is sounding pretty good. Joe's gave us a five-star review, and comments from patrons were very complimentary.</div>
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As much as I enjoyed the evenings, the relative serenity of our one free day was also a highlight. Sitting in a deck chair, looking out onto the blue-green South China Sea, across to where Bhutan and Sarawak would be if I could see that far... Lost in thought, pondering nothingness.<br />
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I've been in Ho Chi Minh City for a week or so. Most of the band arrived in the early hours of Monday 19 June, slightly worse for wear after two plane journeys that were separated by a lengthy delay.<br />
For some of us, it's our first time in SE Asia and it has been an eye opener.<br />
The pungent aromas (some more pleasant than others) are often overwhelming, the seemingly lawless approach to road use is something to behold, and the local folks we have met have been mostly very pleasant and helpful.<br />
To say the pace is hectic would be an understatement. Everywhere you look, people are racing in all directions; residents, workers, hawkers, beggars, thieves and tourists. Like bees in a jar.<br />
The city blends ultra-modern skyscrapers, colonial buildings and decrepit shanty towns to form a working and living enviroment the likes of which I have never seen before. Except in Bladerunner.<br />
And, amid all of this chaos, the Buddha is everywhere.<br />
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Three reasonably fit men. Three days mountain biking on the Mawson Trail. Meticulously planned. What could possibly go wrong?<br />
Wednesday held all the portents of another day in paradise. Sunshine, birdsong and a cool breeze helped to make Day Two of our scheduled three-day mountain bike ride look like it was going to be a belter. The day began like so many others have, shaking off the cobwebs and slowly preparing man and machine. Kapunda had been a lovely host, and now it was time to press on to the unassuming town of Riverton, via a fabulous few hours of trail riding. <br />
We rode off, two of us, out of the caravan park and along the bitumen that would take us out of town and on to Riverton. Despite the previous day being pretty hard on the legs, I felt good. The riding wasn't overly onerous; neither was the legacy of the night before's indulgences.<br />
We rode onto the dirt at Taylor's Run Road, and began the undulating route that I have traversed may times before. After about 20 minutes, I suggested we stop at the top of a hill to take a photo.<br />
I dismounted and took a couple of shots. Then, from nowhere, a dizzy spell hit me like a gunshot. I was down on my haunches and up again before I had much chance to process.<br />
I told Bob what had happened. Weird; probably just one of those moments. We got back on the bikes and rode off. Immediately I knew something was wrong.<br />
There was no strength in my legs. My breathing was laboured. My chest was tight. I got about half way up the next hill and had to get off and push the rest of the way.<br />
"Something's wrong," I said.<br />
I tried again, rolling down the hills and trying, mostly unsuccessfully, to ride up. Deteriation was rapid. After two or three attempts I announced that I didn't think I could go on. That I needed a rest. Within myself, I suspected that this would be the end of my ride.<br />
I was struggling to breathe without making noises, my chest felt like there was a metal band being tightened around it, and my legs were like jelly. It's fair to say I was getting frightened.<br />
I sat on the side of eucalyptus-lined avenue, knowing I wasn't getting up, despite my desire to do so. A couple of motorcyclists went past; I nodded stoically yet mournfully. Here I was, deep in the heart of one of my favourite places in the world, a broken and rather pathetic figure. I gazed upwards through the canopy at the beautiful blue-sky day, and earnestly wondered if this was to be my last. Seriously.<br />
After sitting for probably 20 minutes, we thought it best to ring Rod and see if he could get the car down the track to pick me up. 15 minutes later he arrived, and they put my bike on the back and lifted me up into the passenger seat.<br />
In the interests of full disclosure, but against my usual robust nature, I announced that I wasn't sure that I hadn't had a heart attack, and that I wasn't sure I was going to survive. I didn't want to freak anyone out, but I wanted them to know that I was feeling seriously compromised.<br />
As it happened, I started to feel better once I was in the car. My breathing wasn't quite as noisy, and I was starting to converse. By the time we got to the Kapunda Emergency, I was able to get myself out of the car and speak coherently with the nurse.<br />
The nurse checked my vitals, measured my blood pressure and gave me an ECG (first time in my life I've had my chest shaved). Everything appeared fine. She advised that I shouldn't ride again that day; I told her that there was no chance I would be getting on my bike.<br />
Unfortunately, but sensibly, we decided that it was best to curtail the riding holiday and return to Adelaide.<br />
I saw the doctor, he thought it was oesophagitis, perhaps brought on by the pain-killers I'd been taking for my recovering fractured fibula. It some situations it can feel very much like a heart attack, something to which I am inclined to agree with. My chest was tight for about three weeks afterwards, but both the doctor and the cardiologist have given me the all clear. Two months later, it still gets a little tight when I sing with the band.<br />
Scary.<br />
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Tour highlights:<br />
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<li>Hanging out with the guys, playing music and having a great time</li>
<li>Chaos at Mr Scurf's place!</li>
<li>An unexpectedly amazing gig at Luna in Leytonstone</li>
<li>Having a beer in Govan </li>
<li>A dozen t-shirts</li>
<li>The Italian feed at Cucina Rustica in Birmingham </li>
<li>Chatting with Chris Farlowe and Cliff Bennett after our gig at the Retro Festival</li>
<li>Glamping</li>
<li>Friday night at The Scotia</li>
<li>Meeting John from The Zips in Glasgow </li>
<li>Seeing Secret Affair up close</li>
<li>The fab folks from Radio Caroline </li>
<li>Take-away and beer in the sun, with the boys out the back in Cambridge</li>
<li>Appearing on BBC West Midlands</li>
<li>Seeing The Waterboys, Justin Currie and Lloyd Cole in concert </li>
<li>Making new friends at our first gig at The Cluny</li>
<li>Proper beer</li>
<li>All the lovely people we met on our travels</li>
<li>Playing at The Fiddler's Elbow, with various Dexys looking on </li>
<li>Feasting at The India Club</li>
<li>Watching Nick Parker and The False Alarms do their thing at Lakefest </li>
<li>Buying a £2.50 tambourine in a Leytonstone charity shop </li>
<li>Friendly policemen </li>
<li>Live to air on Sunny Govan</li>
<li>Meeting Steve Daggett at The Cluny</li>
<li>Getting to play at four proper festivals</li>
<li>Pat! Cam! Rob! Dave! Ade! Pete! Me! And... the Guv'nor</li>
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I'm sure there's much, much more to add. Watch this space. <br />
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The sun was out; it felt like summer, and I think we were ready to sign-off in style.<br />
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We had two gigs to play; one on Saturday night and one on Sunday at noon. A bittersweet notion, because with only two shows left it meant that the great music we were making would soon be over, however, all things must end and it would be refreshing to be in a different routine after almost a month of touring. We were scheduled to appear on the Ricky-Tick Mod stage, and we'd be a little bit different to the usual offering of northern soul and ska bands. Both of which I took in whenever I could over the weekend.<br />
The festival was situated on an enormous plot, with plenty of space for music, vintage cars, merry-go-rounds, aeronautics and, erm, miniature steam engines. We were directed to our accommodation, which took the form of a couple of very nice looking tents. Welcome to the wonderful world of glamping! Three of the couples used one of the tents, while the rest of the gang took up residence in the other. There was also another tent for our domestic use, featuring electric power, a fridge, water etc. All very nice.<br />
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I bought a few vinyl singles, including the original 'It Must Be Love' by Labi Siffre. Peter Guitar bought Arkeology, a great set of World Party rarity CDs; I think most of us did a little shopping.<br />
After playing quite a bit over the previous three and a half weeks, we'd grown in terms of our musical togetherness so we were expecting to put on a good show wherever and whenever we played. Of the two, the Sunday lunchtime performance probably enjoyed bigger numbers, but both gigs went down pretty well.<br />
Here's a story I posted elsewhere:<br />
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<i>So, it's Saturday night at Retrofest and we've just finished our set.
I'm out the back, completely spent, trying to catch my breath.<br /> This geezer sits next to me.<br /> Him: "Are you on tonight?"<br /> Me: "Just been on mate; knackered. What about you? Playing tonight, or are you a DJ?"<br /> Him: "I'm on later. I'm a singer, Chris Farlowe's the name."<span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> Me: (surprised) "You don't look much like your pictures..."<br />
Thankfully we got past that dopey comment and had a decent chat; mainly
about the fun of being a constantly busy musician. We would have talked
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<span class="text_exposed_show">After that I wandered off and found a friendly felafel for my tea.</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show">Some of us went to watch Chris Farlowe on the Saturday night and he still does a great job with 'Handbags and Gladrags' and 'Out of Time'. </span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show">The Sunday gig was a kind of celebration, being the last gig of the tour, and we all supped whisky from Peter's flask before we went on. Nice.</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show">The afternoon was spent sitting in our deck chairs outside of the tents, eating and drinking to our collective heart's content. A few of us had gone on a £100 food and beverage run so we had plenty to get through.</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show">Some of us were leaving the camp to stay in Reading that evening so it was with a somewhat heavy, but affectionate, heart that we all hugged, shook hands and said goodbye a little later that afternoon.</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show">Pete the bassman dropped us in town and, that was it, no more tour. Peter Guitar, Rob Trumpet, Lynn and I shared a few drinks that night before parting company the following morning.</span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show">Within days of the tour ending the eight members of the band were scattered all over the world. From the north of England, to the USA, to Greece, </span><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="text_exposed_show">to Australia, </span>to a cruise chip in the Mediterranean, the PlanB diaspora was massive. Rock and roll!</span><br />
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It was a pleasant summer's day, and we spent the morning taking in the joys of the delightful Cotswolds town of Stroud. Markets, charity shops, sunshine, and brunch in Greggs.<br />
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Hopes were high for Lakefest; it has a decent reputation and some of the acts that have appeared in previous years made us feel a bit special. Billy Bragg, The Selecter, Ocean Colour Scene, Embrace, Ash, Buzzcocks, Levellers and The Beat have all played the festival. 2016 was offering Primal Scream, The Coral, Starsailor, Secret Affair and, erm, PlanB. Well, "Plan Beat" actually. We had to change our name in the advertising because the organisers were a little nervous about people getting confused with the English rapper Plan B. So it goes.<br />
It was an easy trip out to the festival (no police, no speeding tickets) and the venue, Eastnor Castle Deer Park, looked beautiful. On the hillside across the river giant letters spelling the word "LOVE" filled me with happiness. There were people of all ages milling around, there was a cornucopia of food and beverage choices, and the sound of music filtered through the air.<br />
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We wandered around, soaking it all in, and checking out the various tents and stages. Spirits were pretty high, and we ate and drank merrily as we saw the sights. I bought a t-shirt, to add to my growing collection.<br />
We were scheduled to appear late, after Primal Scream, so we were hoping people would spill out of the main stage, looking for some more music, and find their way to us. We were on in the Real Ale Tent, which also doubled as the "BBC Introducing" tent during the afternoon.<br />
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One of the great bands of my youth, Secret Affair, were playing early in the evening and I went along. I was surprised there wasn't a bigger crowd but no matter, it meant I got to stand right at the front without any of the usual crush. They were great; it was quite a moment to see and hear 'Time For Action', 'Let Your Heart Dance' and 'My World' live on stage. Ian Page's voice is still pretty good and the band was tight. It took a couple of songs to get the mix right but once that was done the overall sound was great.<br />
A little later I went along to see Primal Scream do their trippy, loopy thing in front of a huge crowd. It was a proper festival show and Bobby Gillespie was in decent form. They played old and new stuff and it all sounded pretty groovy, no matter which version of the band you prefer.<br />
A little later in the evening I saw Nick Parker and The False Alarms over on another stage. I can't say I'd heard of him/them before but they were really good. Something else to research when I get home.<br />
Man, I was looking forward to playing.<br />
The ska band that played in our tent directly before us had done a decent job getting a few numbers, despite the competition from the main stage, and I was hoping they would stick around. Unfortunately, they did not. The organisers shut the bar in our tent, which didn't do much to attract punters, and by the time we started we were playing to about 20 people, while hundreds of others drifted by outside, on their way to their tent, car or oblivion. A bit of a downer after such a good day, but we shone like diamonds in any case. We played our set, and my night ended chatting with Jo and Ian (The Filthy Spectacula), nice folks both of them.<br />
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<a href="http://www.davidrobinsononline.com/">www.davidrobinsononline.com</a>David Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402973206065717778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335675225215474900.post-4995372071625864202016-09-13T08:30:00.000+09:302016-09-13T08:45:05.889+09:30Staying late at The Office...The day of our Swansea gig arrived and I started things off with a visit to the Dylan Thomas Centre. It was pretty cool, and I learned a fair bit too. I followed that with a stroll around the marina and the beach. I took it pretty easy as I had one eye on the approaching performance, and my responsibility to my public. Ha ha.<br />
Guitarist Peter would be arriving in the afternoon from Liverpool, where he'd been to see 'About the Young Idea' -The Jam exhibition - and the rest of the band would arrive closer to gig time in the rented cars.<br />
After a few sociable afternoon beers with Rob, Peter called to say he'd arrived and to find out where we were. We told him. Half an hour later, he still hadn't shown up. Swansea isn't that big. Eventually, after many wrong turns and asking the wrong questions of locals, he and his guitar appeared outside the pub. He'd given himself quite a tour around town.<br />
The other guys arrived after the long drive from Stroud and we slowly moved into performance mode. None of us seemed to be particularly enthusiastic about the show and I wasn't convinced that The Office, a heavy rock venue, would offer us anything in the way of a boost. The crowd and the support band, although really nice folks, also added to the sense that we were soulful fish out of water. I think the notion of a two hour early-morning motorway drive back to the share house was also weighing heavily on my mind. I thought we'd bomb; I had visions of the Blues Brothers' chicken wire concert!<br />
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Of course, all of this negativity proved baseless. The gig turned out to be fantastic. We put on a decent show, the venue was great and the locals loved it. People were coming in off the street, and there was plenty of dancing. Audience members were into our songs, and the inclusion of Dexys' 'Plan B' was an inspired choice. I was a bit frightened at one point; one of the local lasses appeared to have taken a shine to the beanpole lead singer and was applying the glad eye from very close proximity. I was trying to flash my wedding ring at every possible opportunity.<br />
After the show, the mood among the band members had lifted somewhat, but there was still an air of tetchiness in some quarters. With a dozen people, no home comforts and so much travel, and every day requiring significant planning and execution as we continually ventured into the unknown, I guess it was never going to be sunshine and lollipops all the time.<br />
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We chatted to folks and enjoyed a few free beers. Not too many though, we had a long drive ahead.<br />
On the way home to Stroud, Patrick drove with great care and skill. The motorways were virtually empty. We got pulled over by the police for driving in the middle lane (who knew?) but they were good blokes, especially when they realised we were just dumb tourists. We also got done for speeding about 100 yards from home but that's not important right now. It was just nice to get there, sometime between midnight and dawn.<br />
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<br />David Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402973206065717778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335675225215474900.post-89584835520882886522016-09-11T12:23:00.002+09:302016-09-11T12:24:50.233+09:30Getting to WalesAfter a very enjoyable stay in Scotland it was difficult to get back into travel mode. Our next gig was a couple of days away, in Swansea, and a few of us headed straight there while others took the time to visit different locations.<br />
The Tuesday morning train was late getting into Glasgow which caused trumpet player Rob, Lynn and I to miss our planned Swansea connection at Crewe. It meant we would be late into town but we weren't too bothered. It was a travel day with not much planned at the other end. The most difficult aspect of the day would be the humping of our cases, which were gaining weight at an alarming rate.<br />
On the Crewe-Swansea train, Rob and I had a few beers, and chatted with an older woman who made up the foursome in our little enclave. She was on her way to Hereford to be with family and, I think, quite enjoyed catching up with us, dipping her toe into the murky waters of the rock and roll lifestyle. I helped her with her bag when she got off, doing my bit for Anglo-Australian relations.<br />
After travelling through three countries, I was happy to get to Swansea, and happier still that the hotel we'd booked was immediately outside the train station. Minimal luggage lugging!<br />
Rob went off to find his accommodation before rejoining us for a quite enjoyable meal and a few beers in <br />
the hotel bar. I was pretty tired by the end of the evening and made no secret of the fact that I was looking forward to a proper sleep in.<br />
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Of course, that didn't happen. A bloody fire alarm jolted me from the deepest sleep at 6.30am and there was no returning to the land of nod.<br />
Lynn and I wandered around the town, starting off with a lovely breakfast of scrambled egg and baked beans. We visited the castle, and did some shopping. I went into a great little record shop where I managed to resist buying any vinyl, and I grabbed some stickers for the guitar case. Lynn bought cakes. We swapped messages with the other guys in the band, seeing what they were up to (and where), and we checked out the location of the gig venue.<br />
That night it was burgers and beers in a Yates pub with Rob, before the place turned into a nightclub for what seemed like all of Swansea's twenty-somethings. On a Wednesday night! We popped over to The Office, PlanB's venue for the following night, for a quick look and a pint. It looked a lot like a heavy rock venue.<br />
I slept poorly, the streets were full of (twenty-something) revellers letting me know what a great night/morning they were having.<br />
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include repeat beers in same pub (same session). All pints, all cask
ales except where indicated by * or (bottle). Comments are minimal as
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76. Big Lamp Brewers Prince Bishop Ale (4.8) - The Milecastle Inn, Cawfields<br />
77. Newcastle Brown Ale (4.7) (bottle) - The Milecastle Inn, Cawfields<br />
78. Allendale Brewery Pennine Pale (4.0) - Lanercost B&B, Lanercost<br />
79. Guinness* (4.2) - Club Britannia, Carlisle<br />
80. Jennings Cocker Hoop Golden Ale (4.6) - The Kings Arms, Bowness-on-Solway<br />
81. Thwaites Wainwright Golden Ale (4.1) - The Kings Arms, Bowness-on-Solway<br />
82. Hardy & Hanson Kimberley Bitter (3.9) - The White Hart, Bargate<br />
83. Froth Blowers Piffle Snonker (3.8) - The White Hart, Bargate<br />
84. Burton Bridge Brewery Burton Ale (4.8) - The Lion, Belper (so good I had three)<br />
85. Thwaites Lancaster Bomber (4.4) - The Wheatsheaf, Bakewell<br />
86. Ringwood Brewery Boon Doggle (4.2) - The Lion, Belper<br />
87. Oakham Ales Citra (4.2) - The White Hart, Bargate<br />
88. Guinness* (4.2) - The Hurt Arms, Ambergate<br />
89. Titanic Cherry Dark (4.4) - The Angels, Belper<br />
90. Titanic Plum Porter (4.9) - The Angels, Belper<br />
91. Purity Brewing Co Pure Ubu (4.5) - The Green House, Belper<br />
92. Einstöck Ölgerd (5.4) (bottle 110ml) - The Green House, Belper<br />
93. Marston's Pedigree (4.5) - The Green House, Belper<br />
94. Stapleford Nottingham Full Mash Red Dog (3.8) - Arkwright's Real Ale Bar, Belper<br />
95. Greene King Abbot Ale (5.0) - The Green House, Belper<br />
96. Oakham Ales Sweeney's Revenge (half) (4.0) - Holly Bush Inn, Makeney<br />
97. Thornbridge Brewery Kipling (half) (5.2) - Holly Bush Inn, Makeney<br />
98. Dark Star American Pal Ale (half) (4.7) - Holly Bush Inn, Makeney<br />
99. Dark Star Original (half) (5.0) - Holly Bush Inn, Makeney<br />
100. Thornbridge Brewery Lucaria (half) (6.0) - Holly Bush Inn, Makeney<br />
101. Thornbridge Brewery Seaforth (half) (5.9)- Holly Bush Inn, Makeney<br />
102. Oakham Ales Green Devil (half) (6.0) - Holly Bush Inn, Makeney<br />
103. Dark Star Revelation (half) (5.7) - Holly Bush Inn, Makeney<br />
104. Cross Bay Brewery Nightfall Bitter (3.8) - The King William, Milford<br />
105. Brakspear Oxford Gold (4.0) - The Lion, Belper<br />
106. Wychwood Brewery Hobgoblin (5.2) - The Lion, Belper<br />
107. Titanic Plum Porter (4.9) - The Angels, Belper<br />
108. Guinness* (4.2) - Marston's Stadium, Belper<br />
109. Marston's Pedigree (4.5) - The Lion, Belper<br />
110. Brakspear Oxford Gold (4.0) - The Lion, Belper<br />
111. Wychwood Brewery Hobgoblin (5.2) - The Lion, Belper<br />
112. Oakham's Ale Inferno (4.0) - The White Hart, Bargate<br />
113. Clouded Minds Luppol (4.2) - The White Hart, Bargate<br />
114. Purple Moose Dark Side of the Moose (4.6) - The White Hart, Bargate<br />
115. Guinness* (4.2) - Little M Bar, ManchesterDavid Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402973206065717778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335675225215474900.post-37958948025208215152016-09-07T15:42:00.002+09:302016-09-11T09:38:37.941+09:30"It's nae bother..."I
spent my Sunday morning in Glasgow with Patrick, shooting more footage for the 'I Know a Girl' film
clip. We visited some great locations, including Glasgow Green and the stunning Necropolis. Three hours well spent. Combined with the Birmingham shoot, I think the clip should look great.<br />
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Some of us
had tickets for a couple of concerts while we were up in Scotland. Justin
Currie and Lloyd Cole were playing on Sunday evening, followed by The Waterboys
on Monday. Both were scheduled to appear at the Kelvingrove Bandstand,
but the Currie/Cole show had to be shifted due to wild weather being
forecast.<br />
On Sunday, we headed out to the revised and much smaller venue,
determined to get in. Guitarist Peter and I left the others relaxing at
the bar while we went to watch the Community Shield in a pub, if we
could find one. On the way out, we blagged our way into a conversation with one of the soundcheck guys, who said he'd add our names to the entry list, seeing as we'd come 12,000 miles to see the show. Bonus. We continued our search for football in the pissing rain. After about six or so strikeouts, we heard football
crowd noises coming from a pub. "That's it!" we thought. We opened the
door and stared straight into a bar heaving with hundreds of Celtic fans
looking up at screens as their match reached its climax. I'm glad
neither of us was wearing blue. I'm also glad that Celtic won. After the match finished, the
publican kindly switched the channel to the Wembley match, and Peter and I
watched in relative comfort as the place thinned out ever so slightly.<br />
Despite our names being on the door for the gig, we still stood in line, getting wet. I'm not a queue jumper, I don't like leaving things to chance and we really, really wanted to see the show. Peter went on a food run and brought me back a veggie burger, bless him. Pete and Suoyi were ahead of us in the line, I was about 20 metres back from them, and Peter and Lynn were the same distance behind me. Co-ordinated mobile communications were the key to success. We all got in. I expect everyone else did too.<br />
The gig was fabulous. If I wasn't a
Justin Currie fan beforehand, he certainly won me over. Lloyd Cole was
as good as I'd expected and hoped, but I can't get Jimmy Carr out of my mind
whenever I see him nowadays.<br />
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After a slower start to the working week involving another visit to the Necropolis, making train reservations and buying guitar case stickers, Monday afternoon saw Pete, Peter, Patrick and I head
out for a radio interview and live to air with Jim McMillan on Sunny Govan Community Radio. We performed 'Cloudy With a Chance of Rain' and the session went well. I wanted to have a beer in Govan so the interview was
followed by a visit to the Old Harmony Bar across the road, a proper local pub."The band's here",
someone said as we walked in (not sure how they knew, maybe my tambourine was jangling in the bag). "'Scuse me,
Fleetwood Mac" said another, as he reached for his pint. The locals were lovely
people, chatting away to us about how we'd come to be at their pub.
They seemed genuinely interested in our story, except for the quartet of women playing dominoes, swearing like troopers
while they strove for victory, oblivious to our presence.<br />
That evening the gang of five swelled to six, as drummer Dave joined us for The Waterboys gig. Another trip across town in a taxi. We lined up outside the ticket collection box, enjoying a beautiful mild summer's evening. How things can change over the course of 24 hours.<br />
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The Kelvingrove Bandstand is a medium-sized outdoor amphitheatre, and it was a just about perfect setting. We sat, then stood, and Mike Scott and his crew put on a brilliant show. It was the first time I've seen The Waterboys live; I sincerely hope it's not the last.<br />
After the show, we managed to beat the rush for a taxi by booking one to arrive a little way away, near a quiet suburban pub. Even that one was almost hi-jacked by another group. Not on Suoyi's watch!<br />
We arrived back safe and sound at the Tartan Lodge; I slept well on my last night in town.<br />
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was great. I wasn't sure what to expect from this colourful, multi-faceted city, but just about every
interaction I had was positive, every dumb question I asked
was answered helpfully, everyone involved with the gig was great, and
everybody else I met was friendly. Nothing seemed to be too much trouble for anyone. Thanks to all concerned.<br />
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David Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402973206065717778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335675225215474900.post-35404572124646574892016-09-06T16:07:00.002+09:302016-09-06T16:08:59.806+09:30Tartan lodgingsWe left the beautiful environs of Cambridge, somewhat reluctantly, in the relative calm of the sunny early morning. I think we managed to get the entire touring party, and our gear, into a convoy of four taxis. Friday's mission was Glasgow or bust!<br />
We arrived at the train station hoping for a no-fuss travel day. The first leg up to Peterborough was fairly easily managed, for most of us. The notable exception was Patrick. He'd bought/used the wrong ticket, and was slung off the train the first stop out of Cambridge!<br />
What we hadn't reckoned on was the increased number of train passengers headed north, due to the opening of the Edinburgh Fringe. Subsequently, the train to Glasgow from Peterborough was heaving with people. Because the train was jam-packed and there were no available seats, most of us were left standing. It wasn't so bad; I just watched the English countryside glide by, alone in my thoughts.<br />
Somehow, Patrick had turned up and made it onto the correct connecting train at Peterborough. Nobody is quite sure how. I'm guessing he used his super powers.<br />
I eventually got a seat at York. So did most of the others.<br />
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Arriving in Glasgow, after some more of the fun that a 12-person decision-making model provides, we made our way on foot to the Tartan Lodge, our home for the next few days. It was next to the Glasgow Royal Infirmary, around a half-hour walk from the station. Our room was nice enough; some of the folks who had opted for dorms were less pleased. The rooms were fairly ordinary, by all accounts. The biggest issue appeared to be that the wi-fi was crap. Probably still better than being robbed (or worse) in your sleep, or catching something nasty from the mattress. First world problems, I guess...<br />
Five of us enjoyed a large, cheap and cheerful Thai dinner delivered to the accommodation, on the recommendation of the friendly chap behind the reception desk. I got some curry sauce on my Radio Caroline t-shirt which made me a little grumpy. Another first world problem.<br />
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Our one and only Scottish gig, on the Friday night, was at The Scotia, reputed to be the oldest public house in Glasgow (although there was another place around the corner boasting the same thing). The pub was just down the road from the Clutha Vaults, a music venue that was the scene of the tragic police helicopter crash in 2013. It has only recently reopened.<br />
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At The Scotia, we were shoehorned into a corner but at least the required gear was there, courtesy of JonZip (new friend and top bloke). I had no idea how we were going to make it work, such was the confinement, but we found a way. The horn players stepped forward when it was their moment, Adrian sat his keys on one of the tables, I took the odd trip down the inside of the bar so I could sing to the people at the front and, in summary, I think we went off!<br />
People were digging the music, and loads of folks came up for a chat between sets and after the show. Someone put my tambourine to good use (again) throughout the second set, although I had to ask for it back before we played any of the slower songs.<br />
I was starting to get the feeling that you could put this band in almost any venue, and in any situation, and we'd somehow make it work. That's got to be a good thing.<br />
<i>And</i> I got another t-shirt, thanks very much...<br />
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On Saturday morning some of us took a stroll around the markets before I left to find my way to the Glasgow Rangers match. After four seasons in the relative wilderness of the Scottish lower divisions, they were back in the big time and fans were eager for the new season to get underway. I fancied going, and I'd been told that it would be easy. I found the subway that would take me to the ground, only to find it was closed for four weeks! I asked and got directions to Jamaica Street, where I would find a bus to take me to Ibrox Stadium. I met a nice fellow on the bus and told him my story, and asked where the ticket office was. He told that the match was a sellout! Oh well, at least I could walk around the perimeter and soak up a bit of pre-match action. As it turned out, after a few attempts I found someone selling a spare ticket outside the ground and managed to see the match in all of its fervent atmosphere. I walked home in the afternoon drizzle with a few thousand of my new best friends.<br />
Rob the trumpet, Dave the drum, Peter the guitar and Lynn & I spent the evening in one of the local pubs, talking bollocks. A perfect end to a good day.</div>
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52. Timothy Taylor's Landlord (4.3) - Olde Cross Keys, Swansea</div>
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53. Sharp's Brewery Doom Bar (4.0) - Olde Cross Keys, Swansea</div>
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54. Sharp's Brewery Atlantic (4.9) - The Office Pub, Swansea</div>
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54. Wychwood Brewery Hobgoblin (5.2) - The Office Pub, Swansea</div>
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55. Donnington Brewery Lakefest Real Ale (4) - Lakefest, Ledbury</div>
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55. Donnington Brewery BB (3.6) - Lakefest, Ledbury</div>
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57. Marston's EPA (3.6) - Retrofest, Newbury</div>
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58. Wychwood Brewery Hobgoblin (5.2) - Retrofest, Newbury</div>
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59. John Smiths Extra Smooth* (3.8) - The Dickens, Reading</div>
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60. Black Sheep Best Bitter (3.8) - The Turks Head, Tynemouth</div>
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61. Hadrian Border Brewery Farne Island Ale (4.0) - The Turks Head, Tynemouth</div>
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62. Wylam Red Kite (4.5) - The Turks Head, Tynemouth</div>
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63. Rudgate Jorvik Blonde (3.8) - The Turks Head, Tynemouth</div>
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64. Boathouse Ale* (3.5) - The Boathouse, Newburn</div>
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65. Big Lamp Brewers Prince Bishop Ale (4.8) - The Keelman, Newburn</div>
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66. Big Lamp Brewers Premium Bitter (5.2) - The Keelman, Newburn</div>
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67. Big Lamp Brewers Prince Bishop Ale (4.8) (bottle) - The Keelman, Newburn</div>
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68. Hadrian Border Brewery Coast To Coast (4.4) - Robin Hood Inn, East Wallhouses</div>
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69. Allendale Brewery Golden Plover (4.0) - The Dyvels Inn, Corbridge</div>
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70. Wychwood Brewery Hobgoblin Gold (4.2) - The Dyvels Inn, Corbridge</div>
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71. Brewdog Punk IPA (5.6) (bottle) - The Dyvels Inn, Corbridge</div>
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72. Coxhoe Co Durham Sonnet 43 Brewhouse American Pale Ale (5.4) - The Crown Inn, Humshaugh</div>
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73. Coxhoe Co Durham Sonnet 43 Brewhouse Blonde Beer (4.1) - The Crown Inn, Humshaugh</div>
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74. SA Brain and Co Opening Ceremony (4.0) - The Crown Inn, Humshaugh</div>
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75. Thwaites Wainwright Golden Ale (4.1) - The Milecastle Inn, Cawfields</div>
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David Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402973206065717778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335675225215474900.post-19273799178699629822016-09-01T19:05:00.000+09:302016-09-06T16:37:39.009+09:30Cambridge blues.The leaving of Birmingham. The day began with a bus station visit from Neil Warburton, author of a Dexys book and a fan of PlanB, who asked us to sign a few bits and pieces. We all posed for photos. Neil waved us goodbye from the station, ensuring we got underway safely.<br />
It was a sunny afternoon in the beautiful town of Cambridge when the National Express coach pulled to a halt and we spilled out onto the street. The Cambridge Rock Festival was calling and we were all on something of a high. A biggish festival gig, beautiful weather, and it looked very much like Adrian would be rejoining the band for the show. We hardly noticed the forced march to the accommodation, which took around three-quarters of an hour.<br />
We had the Wednesday night off so, once we were settled, a few of us sat out the back of the B&B, drinking beer and eating tea. I had chips and mushy peas from the inventively-monikered fish and chip shop, 'The Codfather'.<br />
The festival venue was hosting a special concert to precede the weekend's event, a fund-raiser for a local hospital; one that had treated Wilko Johnson while he was ill. There was some discussion about attending, and eventually four of us decided to go and have a look. Peter, Pete, David and Dave piled into a taxi.<br />
The concert had advertised "special guests" and some of us were hopeful that Wilko might do a turn...<br />
However, there was no Wilko appearance, and the bands were mainly classic rock tribute acts (think Creem, Deep Purple), but it was a good night in any case. We met the folks from the legendary Radio Caroline, now an internet radio station, and teed up an interview for the following night. And bought a few ex-Radio Caroline singles. We surveyed the festival site, had a few real ales, enjoyed some tunes, bought our festival t-shirts (with the band's name printed on the back!) and went home happy.<br />
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On Thursday morning most of us, either collectively or separately, wandered around the town, taking in the history and beauty of the place. The walk along the River Cam followed by brunch was a personal high point.<br />
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In the afternoon we headed to the festival. It was more of the same; mainly tribute acts and a few reformed bands from back in the day. I got to see Atomic Rooster, a band I remembered from my nascent teenage years. Carl Palmer, Ginger Baker and (I have recently learned) Chris Farlowe are all Atomic Rooster alumni. This line-up was OK without being overly world-shattering.<br />
Pete and I were interviewed by Radio Caroline and we left them with copies of the album, and their promise that they would be spinning tracks across the weekend. <br />
I know it's getting boring, but this was another gig where last-minute efforts saw successful arrival of sufficient gear. So at least we could get on, but it is a situation that always leads to stress and wasted energy. We were the last band on the acoustic/alternative stage, competing for punters with a Pink Floyd tribute show over on Stage One. We did OK for numbers; it was a decent crowd.<br />
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From where I was standing, it was another good show; Patrick, Robbie and Cam once again proved an aural and visual highlight during their feature moments, and it was great to have Adrian back in the mix, both musically and personally. The only downer was that, due to a local noise curfew, we had to finish one song early, so the crowd didn't get to sing along with us during 'Wake Up Call'.<br />
After the show, organisers were very complimentary about the performance and apologetic about the abrupt finish. There was loads of talk about playing again next year!<br />
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Collectively, the band didn't have any great expectations of the two-day visit; we were booked to play one show in a small bar outside of the city centre, on a Tuesday night. I couldn't imagine the line to get in stretching around the block.<br />
We arrived without any drama around Monday lunchtime on the direct train from London. It was a pleasant, sunny day. We were lugging our gear from New Street station, in the general direction of our digs and, who did I spy? Jim Paterson from Adelaide's BordererS, leaning against the wall, eating his lunch. Not only was he a long way from home (as were we), but he has the same name as our fab trombone benefactor. The world gets smaller every day. We had a bit of a chat before continuing on with the baggage.<br />
The hostel accommodation was OK; our double room was pretty good but I'm not renowned for my fussiness. I'm not sure that everyone's room was as nice as ours.<br />
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After doing a bit of shopping in the morning, we appeared on BBC Radio Birmingham during <span class="st">Sunny and Shay Grewal's show </span>on the afternoon of the gig. The interview went pretty well. Not quite as witty as The Beatles but we had our moments.<br />
The gig was beset by the usual issues. Only half a drum kit for Dave, no working amp for guitarist Peter... We were getting used to this kind of nonsense and, once again, it was sorted out at the eleventh hour. The show also had an odd feeling about it because our keyboard player, Adrian, had taken ill and needed to spend a couple of nights under observation, and therefore missed the concert. Performance-wise, we tried to plug the gaps but our thoughts were understandably with him.<br />
In any case, we still did a sterling job as far as the small but interested crowd were concerned. <span style="font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;">We met some good folks; some who'd planned to be there and some who'd just heard the music and come on in. Including a couple who were over from Australia. Everyone I spoke with had enjoyed the show, and the pub put on a few beers for the band.</span><br />
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28. Backyard Brewhouse Blonde Hand Crafted Ale (4.1) - Actress & Bishop, Birmingham</div>
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29. Sharp's Brewery Doom Bar (4.0) - Actress & Bishop, Birmingham</div>
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30. Salopian Brewery Lemon Dream (4.5) - Actress & Bishop, Birmingham</div>
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31. Worthington's Creamflow* (3.6) - Actress & Bishop, Birmingham</div>
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32. Black Country Ales Pig On The Wall (4.3) - Cambridge Rock Festival</div>
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33. Leather Britches Brewery Hairy Helmet (4.7) - Cambridge Rock Festival</div>
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34. Greene King Olde Trip (4.3) - Cambridge Rock Festival</div>
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35. Belhaven St Andrews Ale Smooth (4.6) - The Scotia, Glasgow</div>
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36. Wellpark Brewery Caledonia Best* (3.2) - The Duchess of Duke Street, Glasgow</div>
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37. Drygate Pilsener* (4.0) - The Duchess of Duke Street, Glasgow</div>
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38. Timothy Taylor's Landlord (4.3) - The Basement, Glasgow</div>
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39. Marston's Pedigree (4.5) - The Basement, Glasgow</div>
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40. St Austell Tribute (4.2) - The Basement, Glasgow</div>
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41. Caledonian Brewery Three Hop Lager* (4.5) - Oran Mor, Glasgow</div>
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42. McEwan's Export* (4.5) - Old Harmony Bar, Govan, Glasgow</div>
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43. Birra Moretti Toscana (bottle) (5.5) - Kelvingove Bandstand, Glasgow</div>
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44. Birra Moretti (4.6) - Kelvingove Bandstand, Glasgow</div>
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45. Gower Brewery Best Bitter (4.5) - Grand Hotel, Swansea</div>
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46. Guinness Golden Ale (4.5) - Olde Cross Keys, Swansea</div>
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47. Brains SA (4.2) - Yates, Swansea</div>
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48. Brains SA Gold (4.3) - Yates, Swansea (not so good)</div>
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50. Robinsons Brewery Trooper (4.8) - The Office Pub, Swansea</div>
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1. Madness Brewing Company "Absolutely" finest pale ale (4.2) - The Victoria Comet: Newcastle</div>
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2. Ruddles Best (3.7) - The Rohan Kanhai (Wetherspoons): Ashington</div>
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3. Big Lamp Brewers Prince Bishop Ale (4.8) - The Free House (Wetherspoons): Wallsend</div>
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4. Allendale Brewery Wagtail English Bitter (3.8) - The Free House (Wetherspoons): Wallsend</div>
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5. Black Paw Brewery Polar Paw (4.4) - The Rohan Kanhai (Wetherspoons): Ashington (almost tasted off)</div>
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6. Sharp's Brewery Doom Bar (4.0) - The Rohan Kanhai (Wetherspoons): Ashington (uninspiring - not convinced it was a Doom Bar)</div>
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7. Allendale Brewery Wolf Strong Ruby Ale (5.5) - The Free House (Wetherspoons): Wallsend (a bit too sweet)</div>
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8. Hadrian Border Brewery Grainger Ale (4.6) - The Free House (Wetherspoons): Wallsend (adequate just)</div>
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9. Wylam Bitter (3.8) - The Cluny: Newcastle</div>
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10. Greene King Abbot Ale (5.0) - The Free House (Wetherspoons): Wallsend</div>
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11. Allendale Brewery Wagtail English Bitter (3.8) - The Free House (Wetherspoons): Wallsend</div>
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12. Courage Directors Superior Ale (4.8) - The Old Ship Inn: Bridlington</div>
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13. Wold Top Yorkshire Brewery Wold Gold Blonde Beer (4.8)- Manor Court: Carnaby (Bridlington)</div>
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14. Wold Top Yorkshire Brewery Golden Summer (4.4)- Manor Court: Carnaby (Bridlington)</div>
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15. Guinness* - The Hare and Hound, Croydon</div>
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16. Guinness* - The Fiddler's Elbow, Camden</div>
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17. Sharp's Brewery Wolf Rock Exceptional Red IPA* (4.5) - The Asylum, Chelmsford</div>
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18. Jennings Cumberland Deep Golden Ale (4.0) - The Minories, Tower Hill, London</div>
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19. Adnams Broadside (4.7) - The Minories, Tower Hill, London</div>
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20. Westerham Brewing Co. British Bulldog (4.1) - The Walnut Tree (Wetherspoons), Leytonstone</div>
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21. Black Sheep Ale (4.4) (bottle) - The Luna, Leytonstone</div>
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22. Fuller's London Pride (4.7) (bottle) - The Luna, Leytonstone</div>
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23. Greene King London Glory (4.1) - The Shakespeare, Victoria, London</div>
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24. Skinners Brewery Betty Stogs Brazen Cornish Bitter (4.0) - The Warwick, Pimlico, London</div>
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25. Greene King Handcrafted IPA (3.6) - The Warwick, Pimlico, London<br />
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David Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402973206065717778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335675225215474900.post-77809616187674017432016-08-17T04:57:00.002+09:302016-09-05T09:19:11.240+09:30Luna explorationNext we were out to Leytonstone on the train/underground for a Friday night show at a place called Luna. We weren't sure what to expect - were we back on the toilet circuit or would this one be something special? Most of the band had arrived before us and the looks on some of the faces didn't fill me with optimism. No drums for Dave, in fact no gear at all, no-one seemed to know anything... This was becoming the norm.<br />
Of course, it all eventually got sorted out and we went to the local Wetherspoons for a beer and something to eat, relatively happy with the situation.<br />
Showtime. It was a "pass the bucket around to pay the musicians" deal, which the staff did a few times, and the money was pretty good. Because there wasn't a stage as such, we were free to roam around a bit; something the horn players and myself took great pleasure in doing.<br />
The Friday night crowd loved us, playing on street level obviously helps to bring people in, and the venue manager was really happy. So happy in fact, that he offered to pay our cab fare home if we'd play longer. So we did - no mad dash to the station required! We dragged a couple of covers out, and repeated a few songs from our first (of three) sets, and played until nearly midnight. Singalongs, beers, dancing and fun.<br />
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After the show, we hung around chatting with folks; the manager was particularly keen to talk about how he'd enjoyed the show. He was a great bloke. Not only did he pay for the cabs home, he topped up the bucket with some of his own cash.<br />
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The drive home was pretty easy and we (once again) stayed up for a while, celebrating our continuing adventures.<br />
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The remainder of our London stay involved the usual things: catching up with friends, enjoying a few beers, window shopping in Carnaby Street and its environs, wandering along the Thames, drinking coffee at Bar Italia in Soho and generally just being a tourist. On Sunday we watched and listened to my friend Pete as he provided the piano soundtrack for a Charlie Chaplin short film. Once Pete had finished his shift the three of us visited Gordon's Wine Bar, reputed to be the oldest in London. Then it was on to the India Club for a feast.</div>
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David Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402973206065717778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335675225215474900.post-48250191675382486362016-08-11T01:41:00.001+09:302016-09-05T09:17:47.715+09:30Chelmsford 123Our fourth show was out at Chelmsford and we'd hired a couple of cars to get the band out there. The roads were busy, we were totally reliant on the sat nav, and it was drizzling. I was a little apprehensive.<br />
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The outward journey took two and a half hours; 50% of that time was spent stuck in slow moving traffic. Oh well, at least we had time for a nice chat...</div>
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The gig was in a small venue called The Asylum and it was built into a railway viaduct. The folks who ran the place seemed very pleasant and greeted us on arrival with a free pint.</div>
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It was a decent enough venue although it was pretty small. Unfortunately it was upstairs and not particularly easy to spot. <i>And</i> it was a very warm room.<br />
We went out to have a look at the town but there didn't seem to be that much to see where we were. A few of us had pizza for tea. Some of the others had what only could be described as a heart attack on a plate...<br />
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We were supposed to be the headline act but, with a long journey home expected, we asked the local support band if they minded going on last. They didn't.</div>
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Professionals to a fault, we put on another no-holds-barred show, much to the delight of the modest audience (basically the other band and a few locals). I sweated right through my shirt, it was boiling on stage. We all worked hard to shine like diamonds.</div>
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After the show we watched the other band put on a decent show for a while, but decided that we ought to make the long journey home before the night got too late.</div>
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I was relieved to get back to Croydon, a much quicker trip, and we spent a few hours relaxing and reflecting. Guitarist Peter and I stayed up into the early morning, drinking wine and giggling away like 12-year-olds.</div>
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David Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402973206065717778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335675225215474900.post-19458674892136005032016-08-11T00:05:00.002+09:302016-09-05T09:16:40.575+09:30London CallingLondon. The capital. Occasionally swinging. Full of history, expensive beer, tourists, and tat. And quite a bit different to both Wallsend and Bridlington.<br />
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Another share house; a bit more nicely appointed than the last, and the 12-person touring party was doing pretty well managing a dozen different approaches to cooking, eating, sleeping, rising, washing etc.<br />
We played three shows in London; two were fantastic and one was perhaps a little low-key, but an enjoyable experience nonetheless.<br />
Our first gig was at the Fiddler's Elbow in Camden Town. This is a great London venue and has hosted many great acts over the years. We caught the overground and underground out to Chalk Farm (changing at Balham) to get to the gig; an adventure in itself. The venue was empty when we got there but that wasn't surprising as it was barely 5.00. A few of us had friends coming along so by the time we started, the place was pretty busy, with PlanB fans everywhere.<br />
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Earlier in the day, our trombonist, Patrick, discovered that he'd left his instrument on the train the previous evening. Luckily for PlanB, long-time friends of the band, Sandra and Big Jim Paterson (Dexys) were able to not only come to the show, but lend Patrick a trombone for the duration of the tour. Brilliant, lovely people...<br />
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It turned out that the other three local bands had very few folks come to see them, and we had pulled the bulk of the crowd; not bad seeing as we'd come from the other side of the planet. Thus, we got paid while the others may have missed out. The Fiddler's Elbow is one of those classic venues that you hear about but have no idea how small they are until you get there, a bit like the Hope & Anchor back in the early 1980s.<br />
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The gig went well; I sensed that we were hitting our straps. Not bad for the third date of the tour. The punters were into it; we put on a solid show, and most would have liked us to play on. But, we were part of a strict running order, and we had to stop after our allocated set length. <br />
The only slight dampener was that, in order to make our trains home all the way to Waddon, we had to leave immediately after the gig. Even then, it was a bit of a madcap Hard Day's Night-style dash to the station. But we made it, and in some style. We were on a high all the way home, and well into the small hours.</div>
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David Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402973206065717778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335675225215474900.post-80242502801731267262016-08-10T23:51:00.000+09:302016-09-05T09:11:17.918+09:30Lazing on a sunny afternoonIn between the planned musical adventures in Wallsend and London, we departed from band activities to spend a couple of days with relatives in the lovely town of Bridlington on the Yorkshire coast.<br />
We were still getting into the overall groove of the tour, and I felt that I was still chasing the game a little in terms of personal organisation, but it was an easygoing time. Walks along the beachfront, local pubs, a bit of shopping here and there, and catching up with family. Donkey rides, a penny a glass...<br />
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Bridlington, like most seaside towns, is always a little more cheery
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with us throughout our visit. The place we stayed was lovely; it was our second time there and probably won't be our last. Sue and Terry are great hosts and The Malvern is a fab place to stay.<br />
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