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Archive for May, 2009

Gigs often provide a back-drop for what results in either a great night of music or simply a pleasant night out. Gigs gravitate your friends to the same place and eradicate the need for any real decision making, because everyone knows exactly what they have to do, where they have to be and by what time.

This was the case at the Cockpit, as I supported Son of Dave (ex-Crash Test Dummies) in front of a fairly strong number. With a semi-grumpy soundman on my back (oh hell, I plugged the visuals into the same circuit as the drum machine causing a hum at 50Hz, kill me now), I was able to trudge through a trouble free set, which was Amber-free for the first time in a while, due to the slight paranoia of being compared too closely the Harmonica-prodigy, Son of Dave.

This was also the night where, after a brief soundcheck, the promoter presents me with a dressing room featuring fridge full of lager. Except I don’t drink. Great.

So several phone calls later, I have a small handful of friends to take on the thankless task of consuming the contents of my fridge whilst I drank water and chatted to the other bands. Friendly. Fun. Fine. The night ended with some neo-racist blabber from Son of Dave in dressing room where he suggested I where a Shal (long Pakistani gown) or a VEST! Unbelievable. At least I didn’t ask him which part of America he was from.

Friday 8th April 2009 – The Cockpit Leeds

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