|THE THIEVES - WEST COAST TOUR, JUNE 2006|
|1st July - Sid
27th June - Hal
Balls! An early one. We were meant to get back home late last night, but someone suggested a quick, last good-bye, pint at the local Irish Bar - who was I fooling when I said yes, still thinking “quick pint, then hit the road”. Sam was shaking me, just at the point I’d drifted into deep-sleep. It wasn’t so bad, I looked over to see Cam straddled half-way between the kitchen and the living room, wrapped in half a blanket, trying to make his phone work – at least I was stuck inbetween Sid and Terry, in Phoenix, with an AC from the 60’s!?. We dragged our sorry arses into the van and headed for the 10 Freeway, cruising straight back home to LA. I actually love and hate this drive: parts of it are absolutely stunning scenery, other’s make Peckham in South East London look fun. But it’s also the feelings of knowing that you’re going back to your own bed, and some sleep, and some chill time, but it’s also the fact that you know you’re going back to all those things, and would probably prefer to just stay out on the road and keep rolling. Not much happened on the way back, other than getting diddled on our Subway Rewards Card?! Got back in time, un-loaded the van, half un-packed my, well laundry, hit the pool to cool down… and then settled in for an evening of bills, emails and phone calls, which wasn’t so bad… I got to talk to me Ma in jolly ol’ England, and she’s just fineJ And, we’re back out for 2 months again quite soon… so I guess I really should get some proper sleep. Right, we’re meeting with the Driveblind boys for an almighty piss-up later in the week, that may well justify another diary entry! Cheers!
26th June - Sam
Tonight is meant to be the last night of our tour with Driveblind – bummer! Terry (singer) and Cam (acoustic guitarist) from DB are still in the van with us from our partying escapades on Saturday night in Denver. This turns out to be a blessing in disguise cause on the drive down to Phoenix we get a phone call from Driveblind’s van saying they’ve broken down again and are stuck in Albuquerque. After trying to figure out a solution, we realize that Cam and Terry can probably pull off a decent acoustic set together, so they start phoning friends in Phoenix to sort out an acoustic guitar. We eventually get to the club and when we step out of the car it is like stepping into a wet sauna – jesus, this place is hot! Lorena, the sweet heart, sorted out a guitar for the guys and it’s got to be said that even acoustically the guys sounded great – kinda nice to see another side of the band as well. We hit the stage after the acoustic set and we are on fire, best show of the tour for me, Sid beat the hell out of the drums. On the last song The Pirate actually put the beater through the bass drum head – rock! We hit a cool pub after the show and sit out in the garden drinking pints of Guinness. What was a bloody nightmare of a sauna is now a nice balmy night, perfect for sitting in a pub garden supping back on a few pints with mates – nice one!
25th June - Sid
24th June - Hal
Last time we made this trip, I spun the van off the road. It was mid-winter, coming over the Rockies and hitting the most Satanic piece of black-ice know to Jesus. Today I was gunning it to get to Denver on time, and the whole way just had me thinking of the contrast between now, and then. We all sat down to breakfast this morning (us and Driveblind). It was good to start a day with the lads, and like the road, to see the contrast in the season; that of the sober morning, and that of the drunken night before (Wixxie mate, you can spin a yarn!). I’d brought a load of tea with me, so we all set to it. About 2 hours from Denver, Driveblind called to say their van was giving them jip, so they were delayed by a good 3 hours. We motored on to make sure the night happened. We got into Denver, found the club – very cool divebar, my favourite kind of club! – argued with the other band about who should play where, gave up the fight when we heard we had the 10.30 spot, which was just the time Driveblind were set to arrive. Sank some cold-ones. And then went on. What a cracker of a gig! I love the smaller clubs for this very reason: everybody is standing right in front of you, it’s a weekend, and they wanna rock and we did not disappoint - a blinder! We finished the show, threw the gear off, next band rolled on, and we proceeded to get blind drunk with the entire bar! Driveblind went on and played their best gig of the tour: tight as a Nat’s Chuff and Terry was on fire: prancing around on the bar and getting lost in the moment – it was brilliant – or, I was blind drunk – or, I like to think, it was a bit of both! We headed back to Rob and Shannon’s house (good friends of ours – thanks R&S!) for the infamous party we’d been told about on every prior trip to Denver…. And it did not disappoint: we rocked the big one in the basement, with dudes falling over and getting carted off by the cops, many toasts, many naked arses in passed-out people faces, and – naughtily - many molested wives (not me guv!). It was one to remember, or try to remember, or just to know, that Denver was a great time.
23rd June - Sam
It has to be said that we've never had a great time in Salt Lake City. It always seems to be a bit stiff and weird (sorry to all our friends in SLC). It's not that the crowd aren't cool, it's just the city itself seems to have some strange vibe. Being a Friday night though it should be reasonably good, with a big crowd. So we turn up at the Kilby Court and the place looks like someone’s backyard with a shed for the bands to play in. We discover that we're on at 8.30 and there's no booze allowed whatsoever – what!!! We figure what the hell, the place must get rammed with kids on a Friday night and we’ll have a good show whatever. Unfortunately, it aint gonna happen, the place was pretty much empty all night. Our only saving grace was Driveblind and some crazy Russian girls, who were hell bent on showing us that Salt Lake City could be fun. So they made sure we had a good few shots of whiskey before we hit the stage to get into it (all of this was in secrecy cause the club were very strict on booze). After both bands played we decided to do shot guns in the van (well funny), which I must say Sid the Pirate excelled in – monster! We then all headed back to one of Driveblind’s motel rooms where we partied all night. The Russians amazed us by showing how much booze they could put away. These young skinny girls put away beer after beer and yeah, they got pretty drunk but they stayed pretty much on the ball and with it – crazy – the Russians must be made differently or something. The night finished off about 4 or 5 with huge complaints from the motel, saying that we were too loud and debauched… well at least we had a good time in SLC.
22nd June - Sid
21st June - Hal
Woke up at Ed’s house; I’d got the sofa, came in late to find Sid and Sam had nabbed the beds.. mind you, I was in dire need of a shower and solitary confinement on account of the free wine Ed and I had pilfered from the restaurant where Ed works – did you know that vine’s roots can grow down to 8 meters deep in search of water? See: drink with the wine manager of a restaurant, and you’ll find out the best stuff! Ed was a dude: got us a load of fresh coffee, made us all breakfast and then booted us out on time. Seattle’s an easy drive so we rolled in early (well on time!). This was Sid’s first time to Seattle (in fact, first time north of Malibu, CA (!) so – obviously, as a musician – he was overtly excited by the prospect of playing in Seattle; would you believe that as we came over the hill and into the city, Nirvana was on the radio! And, as we rolled up to the Crocodile Café, Soundgarden was on! Good omens me finks! We met the Driveblind boys for $1 pints of beer – viva le ‘appy ‘our! Sunk a few, loaded in, set up, sound checked and set down to the café’s menu. Good tucker! We then proceeded to pass-out in Siesta mode, so I grabbed some coffee, set the merch up and then played a great game with Driveblind, which involved waking Sam from his siesta in the van, via setting the alarm off – it was a comedy moment. Seattle is a good town, and we’re building quite a good following over at the High Dive (our usual), so tonight was going to be an interesting one – would they venture out?… and thank the Lord, a good bunch of our lot came! We played a great show. Sid’s really coming into his own now – he’s getting rather good. Driveblind were also great, but they insisted that they weren’t ‘on it’, tonight, but, if you’re reading this lads, you were! It was a bit of a nightmare getting out of the club due to Sam and Sid starting off a rally of ‘Shot-Guns’ with beer cans – everyone seemed to wanna go! Eventually we got back to Jill’s house, ate a pizza, split a Guinness and then crashed – but, I was late again, and Sam nicked the bed: I slept on the couch with the dogs – they smelt really bad.
20th June - Sam
We got to the club pretty early, which was great because it turned out to be a great venue. It had a lush green room with showers, nice sofas and a great rider (beers etc.), so after sound check we chill with Driveblind and have a few bevvies. We do a good show and it seems like Sid is really starting to settle into the groove now. After our set we watch Driveblind, who have really grown on me - such a great band. After load up we head back to Ed's, our friends house and chill before Ed and Hal decide to head out and get some beer. They don't return until the wee hours in the morning. Apparently they had decided to drop by a restaurant where Ed used to work and they got plied full of expensive wines - lucky gits.
19th June - Sid
18th June - Hal
Woke up fairly fresh and excited this morning: first proper day out on tour. Packed the final bits and jumped in the van to pick up half the Driveblind lads – we were meeting Wixxie and Dave in SF, who’d shot up early with all the gear – jolly good chaps me finks! Terry (singer) jumped into the van armed with a bottle of Scotch; good sign I thought! Picked up Jack and Cam from Melrose, and in true Thieves style, forgot something, went back to get it, and, left LA nice and late! The 5 Freeway is the route we always set out on when touring; it resembles a comfy déjà vu now, passing the stink of the cow farm (literally 1000’s of Heffer’s), juggling the turn-off so you don’t wind up heading for Bakersfield, Anderson’s Pea Soup and then the Bay Bridge – the gateway to tour date #1! We rolled over with The Bluetones blaring (wee bit of nostalgia) and got to the venue just in time to grab the last drips of dinner from the club. Job done, sound check missed, we got stuck into the beer. Jack has the best humour known to humanity, and I won’t print what we were laughing about, but I’ve the feeling that this tour is gonna be one hell of good time! As for the show, it was an alright night I guess, and it was good to see old faces again. But San Francisco seems to miss out a little on the ‘doity’ rock thing; it’s a bit artsy and ‘nice’, which is actually great for the rockers who live there, cos they get the pick of the bunch, but for the ‘artsy’ lot, you get the feeling that you’re invading their tranquility! But we survived, and turned a few to the ‘Dark-Side’;-) By the time we’d finished I think we had more people smoking and drinking in the back room than were hanging off the bar. We headed back to a friends house, sank a few bottles of wine, and passed out ready for the morrow – Portland, here we come!!
15th June - Sam
I got up really bloody early this morning to watch England beat Trinidad and Tobego 2 nil - come on England!!! The win pretty much put me in a great mood for the day. We rolled down to the Viper Room in Hollywood about 8ish, loaded the gear in and had a few drinks to get in the mood. We hit the stage about 10ish and had a great show and the crowd were awesome. After the show we proceeded to have a few drinks and catch up with all our mates. Hal got particularly wasted on Scotch and was a right mess - the most pissed I've seen him in a while. He managed to lose Driveblind's (a wicked band we're on tour with) van keys which was a nightmare, especially 'cause our lift back (Dave the Mountain Man) to the ranch had to leave there and then, so we couldn't help look for them. So we all apologised to Driveblind who were totally cool and said "no worries, we'll find 'em". After about 5 minutes of being in Dave's car I realise we're going in the totally wrong direction to home. I ask Dave where we're going and he tells us he bought a new car yesterday and we've got to go and pick it up. What the fuck, things turn from bad to worse! We eventually got to Venice Beach and pick up the van. Sid invited laods of people back to the ranch for a party and Hal sobered up enough to realise that he'd lost Driveblind's keys. So Dave and Hal headed back to the Viper and Sid and I went home in Dave's new car to entertain our guests. We eventually got a relieved call from Hal saying someone had handed the keys into the bar and all was okay. Thank fuck!!! All our gear was in tha van which would have made for a great ironic story if it had all been stolen - being named the thieves n all - but would have sucked the big one to lose all our stuff! I had pretty much totally sobered up by the time I got back to the ranch cause of all the stress. So a friend poured me a big glass of Brandy and we ended up having a pretty good party.
14th June - Sid
|THE THIEVES - SPRING 2006|
| 10th April - Sam
We wake up at Teal's house about midday and we've got loads of new clothes cause she owns a vintage clothes company and sorted us out in a drunken craze last night. Lord knows we need some new clothes, the ones we own are in rags from touring so much. Then Sarah, another friend of ours takes us over to her salon to cut all our hair. I've got the shittest hair cut ever at this point cause I cut it my self when I was in Spain - what was I thinking! So I get sorted, Hal gets sorted, then it's Jamie's turn - ha ha. When he gets back from his chop he has the most Emo cut ever. He's gutted to say the least and it's more than Hal and I can do to not take the piss. Jamie's favourite diss is "dude, that's so Emo!", so this is absolutely classic! It's gonna be a good week of taking the piss. We then hit the road. Got another long ass drive to get back to LA. We get pulled over by a cop later that evening which hasn't happened in a while (we learnt on our second tour that's it's bad to advertise our band name on the oustide of the van). He hasn't got much on us - we were driving about 5 miles over the speed limit. We put on the poshest English accents and say "I'm terribly sorry officer, we're a band from England don't you know". As cops go he's pretty sound so lets us on our way with a warning. We drive through the night...
9th April - Hal
We stayed in the most minging motel last night: I’m so oblivious to it now that I slept like a baby. The maid was banging on the door horribly early to get all the scum out in good time – we ignored her, obviously! We hit the road via a trip to steel internet from the better motels across the street. Job done, we searched for our prized Cracker Barrel (Breakfast for a Tenner) where stocked up on extra ‘Biscuits’ (like a soft Scon – not at all like a Hob Nob!) for the long journey home. Tonight’s show is the last one and then we’re to make our arduous drive to California. We made good time today and arrived early. With nothing to do, we got a Gatorade and sat in the local college to look at all the lovely young girls walking around in their little running shorts - naughty! Loaded in and I can safely say I’ve never seen a more rancid toilet in my life: I walked in to see a Cock Roach scurry away and nearly puked when the smell hit me. It was Grim…. and then some. I should know by now to use the girl’s washroom before the club opens: always a different story. Found Jamie was already there, so I prepared a nice ball of wet toilet paper and launched it over the top to interrupt what sounded like a lot of hard work on Jamie’s part! I was heart broken to find that the venue had just lost it’s license, so no booze! Shit! The day was saved by Squarewheel, who arrived with some 8% beer, like our Special Brew; it tasted like shit, but was just what I needed! We threw in a lot of older songs tonight that we haven’t played in a good while. We wanted to get them up to par for LA’s show on the 21st – worked a treat! This is what touring does for you, it engrains material into yr fingers: we played them pretty much as we always played em, a few lost lyrics, but I lose them at the best of times! After the show we grabbed some pizza with Dallas’ mighty Sara and Teal, along with Mr, Wyatt (good lad!) and then headed to the city as fast as we could for last orders. We ended up in the their local…and got shit-faced! The Chop was brought out and this changed my mellow mood into quite the opposite. There were some mad geezers in that bar! We got booted out as Sara sprayed the barman with some mixer…we scarpered back to Teal’s house and just carried on with the party. Teal is a Vintage Clothes supplier, so her house is a warehouse of the stuff. We dressed up for a few hours – as silly as we could find, stocked up a little, partied some more, and then crashed in front of some surfing video, which convinced me that I should be a surfer – at least it did then, but… Sharks!? It was then time to crash, so I made my exit and decided to bunk-up next to Sam who was already well and truly passed out. Ahhhh, Texas.
7th April - Sam
I got out of my skull (into obvlivion) last night, which is kinda rare cause I can handle my booze pretty well - usually. So not feeling to hot today! Luckily we don't have a show but unluckily we've got the longest ass drive ever to get over to Dallas in time for Sunday's show (over 1000 miles). We drive and drive and drive and drive and drive... and drive some more.
6th April- Hal
Last night was a great night with them Frauds lads: showed us the town, gave us a bed and didn’t let us spend a penny (we’ll have to get them over to England for a proper drinking session!). Obviously woke a little heavy-headed, but nothing a shower wouldn’t remedy. We snuck out passed the sleeping beast (who’d passed out on the sofa and was snoring and dribbling to cartoons) and left Ocean City for the scenic drive to VB. Scenic drive turned out to be the most boring, let’s get stuck behind old people observing speed limits by minus 20mph, I have endured thus far! So we arrived a little late, but the guys at the Peppermint were so cool and had food and beer ready for us: I’d asked for Newcastle Brown and Guinness on every rider, but every venue had assumed Miller Lite as one and the same, and it ain’t dammit! So I’d called them and said “pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaase”, and they did it! I love Guinness! There were four bands playing tonight, which meant it was going to be a late one for us. But, we’d sold a shed-load of merch before the first band had even hit the stage, so tonight was going to be good! We eventually played around 1am, played a good set, nice and solid! It was wicked to see people singing along – this is only our second time in VB, it’s gonna be a good town for us! Superock were on as support again tonight and are a great bunch of lads. I found out that the bass player’s girlfriend had been arrested for streaking in front of George Bush at some protest – gotta love that spirit! And they invited us to stay at their house. So we burnt back to their place, met their crazy dog who was a source of sport for a good hour or two, and then watched The Hellacopters DVD – my favourite band of the moment….so I was happy chap and got to chill a little. Cheers!
4th April - Sam
We woke up in the van today, so a bit dizzy but our friend Caitlin, from Tornoto is in town and she's offered to take us to lunch, so it aint that bad. We haven't had anything but Pizza and Beer in days, maybe even weeks so the thought of proper food is unbelievable. We hit the streets of Boston and find an Irish pub (closest thing we could find to a bit of home). We all get Shepards Pie (they didn't have bangers n mash) and we even get desert - fat bastards we are - thanks Caitlin, you're wicked! We then hit the road for Philadelphia. It's a painful drive cause we have to go through NYC which takes forever! We eventually get to the club just after 8.30 and we find out we're meant to be on stage, like 5 minutes ago. So after a bit of a chat with the promoter we decide to ditch the gig cause there just aint no point. We're usually pretty hardcore when it comes to shows and never drop out but sometimes you just got to accept it. We decide to head over to see our friends in West Chester (just down the road from Philly) and meet everyone at another Irish pub - what can I say we miss the pub back home. After a good jolly up, my mate Kate (cheers darlin'!) takes me and Jamie for dinner while Hal gets drunk with Donnie (owns Rex's, the club we always play in West Chester), Bam and Ryan Dunn. When we get back Hal and everyone else is pretty much shit faced and Donnie offers up Rex's for after hours partying, so we head over there for booze and pool. It gets kinda blurry here, but I remember shooting pool with Ryan and everyone being hammered. When it finally gets time to hit the road Ryan says we can stay at his gaff, so we head back to his house and end up playing more pool and pinball in his basement. We finally get to sleep as the sun is coming up and the guilt birds are singing in full chorus.
2nd April - Jamie
We’re in Boston tonight we’re in early. We Get to the club and decide to go to the hotel, on the way we see that hard fi are playing also tonight, which pisses us off because we were due to be out with them, and they have a lush tour bus! Anyway we get to the hotel and chill watch tele for a bit then head to the venue. There’s just us and American minor playing tonight so we set up on stage the sound guy tells us we’re not getting a sound check, which is weird because it’s still early and we’re on first, so we can leave the settings set. Anyway then we find out that we don’t get any booze...!!!!!! this worries us Hal most of all. what sort of place is this ? what sort of place doesn’t look after a out of town band?? This is so shit man… when we get to play my drum monitor isn’t even on ! I can’t hear a thing I ask the sound man to turn it on but no! what a twat!! We get off stage and the A.M boy’s say we sounded great.. we get some pizza in and while waiting some dude orders up a slice. When he’s handed it he spends ages putting condiments on it, he turns around takes two steps and just drops the thing on the floor !!! oh my god me and Sam have to turn away to stop from belly laughing out loud. We turn to each other and say “cuntish” he turns around and say’s “don’t pretend you didn’t see that” we just piss ourselves! After he fights with himself about him just eating I say to him about the 5 second rule and that he should eat it.. but he doesn’t he gets a new one.. we head out!!
1st April - Sam
Last night was a big one. Jamie and I ended up at some friends house and I don't know where Hal is - we left him at the club about 4 AM last night. We finally track down Hal to the Van. I knock on the window and say where the fuck have you been? He's in a pretty bad state and doesn't really want to deal with me getting him up. We also left all the gear in the club last night so we have to load the van which isn't good for any of our heads. We hit the road and cut the miles up to Conneticut where we get a motel. Then we all fall into a coma.
31st March - Hal
Rex’s ain’t so much a gig, as a drinking session! We made the fatal move of going well over-board upon our first visit here and we’ve suffered the wrath ever since; we gave ourselves the reputation of being exuberant drinkers, and the relationship of such with the owner and staff – it was actually the Blood Hound Gang’s fault: we met them here and that’s how the whole messy session started: what are you going to do, say “no”? With this in mind, we arrived knowing what was to be. Tonight was also The Frauds last night out with us, so the send-off was set. We rolled into town relatively early. We’d hit the famous Cracker Barrel for breakfast on the way up from Baltimore with Eric and EJ (The Frauds). We gave them a quick education on how a touring band can buy a breakfast of Kings, for three, for under a tenner! Nutrition done, we headed into town and started to poster the place and find people that may know us. Got back to the venue, set up and then grabbed some shut eye before the festivities started: this had a chain reaction as every band passed out in sympathy. Snooze done, the night kicked off and the crowd started to roll in. Beer was poured and tales told. The Frauds played with venom and American Minor, who’d joined us on the beer front, stepped up with their own brand of ‘Southern’ venom (I think it’s the best gig they’ve played). By the time we got to the stage it was about 1.30am…. so it was a little messy – both up there and out in the crowd! Rex’s finally shut up shop and the Whiskey came out! America Minor stuck around for a good few, but Lord knows what happened to the Frauds? I’m writing this today; the night after, hidden in our hotel… this one hurts.. it was hard-core.. I woke up a crumpled mess in the back of the van, half dressed, ruddy faced and sweating at 2pm!
30th March - Sam
Baltimore tonight. We drive through wicked country side and get to the club about 7ish. There's been a bit of a cock up with the promotion and billing tonight and we find out that we have to actually go on first. It sucks but we get on with it and it turns out to be a good show. We also get Stella for the green (back) room which is a right bonus. I'm getting sick and tired of Bud Light - it tastes like piss water - I don't know how the yanks put up with it all the time. After the show we head back to The Frauds house and chill with them in their basement studio until the wee hours of the morning.
29th March - Jamie
We arrive at the club early, so we try to get a hotel. We end up driving 10 miles or so out of town, but in stead of getting a motel we get a cracker barrel. We head back to the club, and find the club has rolled out all the stops and there’s so much food… gutted!!! We get 6 drinks tickets each so we get into them… after the show Sam pulled so we hang out and eat left over's while he say’s goodbye. We head out to a motel.
28th March - Hal
Last night was a result! A Monday night, full and rocking? Bizarre! Woke up feeling good. We had tea, loaded up the van from our 2 days in Indianapolis and hit the road. Sweet Home Chicago.. this means Pizza Pie! Got to the venue, loaded in, sound checked and then headed off to find Pizza. We found a wicked joint called Gino East (which is apparently ‘world famous’, but then everything in America is ‘world famous’ according to the owners, bit like their ‘world championship’sports, played exclusively by Americans, in America!) even the cops were eating there, which makes for a funny sense of digestion; Cops and Thieves in the same room?! There’s pizza and then there’s Chicago Pizza: it’s not even comparable, it’s a totally different meal.. almost like a steak and kidney pie base, with the elements of a pizza thrown in – really good. Got back to the club and found it filling up nicely! Met old friends and watched all the bands kick out the Jams. It was a good night and all of us are getting better and better each night. After the show we were headed to a party, but our guide, who was a Chicago native, knew her way around the city as well as a blind French child! So we spent a good hour going back and forth until she conceded defeat and we took directions from elsewhere. Party missed we headed back to another house. This was Lori’s pad. Lori is a ‘kept’ lady, and her apartment is pretty amazing. I personally think we should donate her house to some homeless dude and enjoy the tale, but that’s another story! In a strange state of mind, we decided to cut the miles to Akron. I drove until about 6am and was truly snoozing at the wheel when I decided to stop and sleep. The lads had the bench seats so I took the floor. The good thing about the floor is that it’s so uncomfortable you actually prefer to get back up and drive instead.. so I did!
27th March - Jamie
The day started about half past 3, Sam heads out for an oil change and to do the post. When he gets back we have pizza and head out to the show. When we get there, the usual Monday night crowd is there (not many) but as time goes on and show time creeps nearer the bar becomes packed. It turns out to be a good show. After the show we head to Steak’n’Shake where we commandeer some server hats after talking to the whole of the restaurant we head out. We get home about 6 in the morning and go straight to bed.
26th March - Sam
Thank the lord, we have a day off today. We’ve been going at it pretty much since SXSW and we’re all a bit burnt out so a day off is gonna be wicked. We finally get up about 2.30, chill pretty much all afternoon until a friend of Rebecca’s (the girl we’re staying with) comes around and we get stuck into the red wine. After a couple of hours Rebecca’s friend gets very horny and starts telling us how much she likes it in the arse. I won’t go into details but it was a great conversation. After a wicked meal and some good conversation (cheers Rebecca!) we run out of booze so head over to Kelley’s house and get stuck into her bar. We end the night drunk as usual and watch ‘Good Night, Good Luck’ – good film.
25th March - Hal
My voice is so bust up now. I’m trying not to talk, but for a gob-shite such as meself, it’s nigh on impossible to avoid opening my big trap. Fortunately tonight is the last night I have to sing before we get two days off and I can give the old pipes half a chance to repair themselves. But, it’s Saturday night and we’re playing Indy, which is a good town for us – so I ain’t stopping. We got into town quite early and hit up our friend Rebecca who had prepared a fine, fine dinner for us of Italian Beef; in fact, it was so good we decided to postpone the moment until after the show – there would be no rushing of this feast! We hit the club around 9pm, where we met our promoter buddy Greg. Tonight was going to be good and the club was filling up nicely. I met a really cool dude called Cheez. I recognized Cheez from SXSW where he and his mates got into a good scrap with The Towers of London (who are another of my new favourate bands). I asked if he was the very same one, to which I think he thought I was one of them coming up for round two! When I congratulated him on such a valiant performance in the fight he settled down and we had a good laugh about it. So, show time. We played a good set, my throat barely made it but we got away with it. After us was a band called Human After Taste - who’d danced like nutters to our set. Now these boys ain’t normal, infact, they’re bonafide crazy! Dressed in a Camo Bikini, the big mountain man of a singer took to the boards. If he looked nuts his band looked even crazier: one was dressed as an ‘Aids Monkey (?), one was a downhill skier from the 80’s, one was a bondage bunny rabbit and one was an Indian Guru. They were nuts! We walked out after the show to find the After Taste engaged in a scrap with some old punks, we broke the fight up on account of the singer holding a huge cinder block and aiming it at his assailants head – first key of any gig you play: make friend with the hard bastards, the crazy ones and the dangerous ones, then you’ve some chance at surviving these adventures! So, night done, we got back to Rebecca’s and set about that Beef!
24th March - Jamie
We turn up to find American Minor have become a jazz band… There’s snow outside - cold again. We head up to the green room to get started on the beers and I find a bottle of jack, wicked I crack it open and get started. The show is one of our best, although there was one guy in the crowd who was so wasted he was bumping into the girls at the front Hal shout OI SORT IT OUT YOU STUPID DRUNK CUNT!! Very funny…
23rd March - Sam
Nashville tonight. Awesome city and the club we play here has one of the best sounds on the tour. The show goes well and the crowd is really good. We meet some girls that are on Spring Break in the crowd after the show and they offer to put us up at their motel. So we jump in the van and follow them. They get lost on the way and end up in the airport, where they get pulled over by the cops for driving crazy. We obviously don’t stop, cause cops don’t like thieves, so we end up getting a motel else where. Bummer!
22nd March - Hal
14th March - Sam
11th March - Sam
6th March - Jamie
3rd March - Jamie
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December - Sam
Today is a good day - it's Saturday and we have a show in West Chester which is always great for us. We get to the venue reasonably early, hang out and play pool and grab a pizza. There's a good band on before us who are from LA and the singer from the band is actaully Dave Davies' (Kink's guitarist for you flids out there) son. It is my mission tonight to get Jamie absolutely mashed up because firstly, it's his birhday tomorrow, so come 12 O'Clock it will officially be his birthday and secondly I need to get him back for getting me so mashed up before my morning Radio interview a couple of weeks back (the moisturiser in the tooth paste wasn't enough really). Hal and I agree that this is a great idea. So when we hit the stage at 1AM we're already merry and half way through the set Hal anounces that it is actually Jamie's birthday tonight and it would be great if everyone could buy him a shot to celebrate. Well, we were expecting just a couple of people to get him a shot but it seems as though a lot of people in the bar are on our wave length and want to get him messed up as well. So Jamie is passed about 10 shots of Jager, 4 shots of Whiskey and a couple of Tequilas. Amazingly he downs them all in about a minute - pounds them like a rock n roll trooper! Even more amazingly he gets through the rest of the set with out missing a beat - true professional! After the set it's a different story though. He is out of his face. He insists that he needs to strip - so everyone in the bar gets to see his ass. He is stopped from getting on the bar and doing a full nude strip and he's shouting "but you all need to see my cock!", the bar man doesn't agree but is pissing him self. After a couple of hours of swaying, saying how much he loves everyone and lots of hugs and kisses it is time for Jamie to spew. Hal helps him to the toilet and he spews for England - damn good thing probably because he would have mos def got alcohol poisoning if not. At this point I'm happy that I have got him back. The rest of the night and the following days are a blur... mashed!
DAVE THE MOUNTAIN MAN - US TOUR DIARY - AUTUMN 2005