Salt Lake City was my highly unlikely destination having just arrived
in LA from Fiji the day before. All I knew about SLC was that the legendary
shiny teeth of the Osmonds came from there, and I didn't discover anything
new as all I saw was the inside of the airport and Dennys restaurant.
The Thieves picked me up as they mae their was from Denver, where by
all accounts a pretty debauchedtime was had by all the night before.
A long drive up to Boise, Idaho was just what was needed to allow those
entirely unnecessary extra 3 pancakes to go down, which the lads had
forced me to consume at Dennys the night before.
Free haircutswere had by all on our arrival to Boise at the 'Electric
Chair', which sounded a bit Sweeney Todd to me, but we braved it. Robin
miraculously returned Hal's locks to their natural blonde state after
his ill-advised home dye foray into Ginger-dom. Jamie was turned all
emo, much to the lads amusement by Debs. Thanks for that girls!
I wasn't sure whether it was such a wise move, but The Thieves assured
me it's common practice to have a curry in Boise before the show. As
it wouldn't be me onstage risking a humiliating dash to the toilets
or a trouser staining incident, I was happy to join them. The show turned
out to be a triumph (cheers to Hot Dog Sandwich for playing at such
short notice), the lads were on top form for what turned out to be the
best gig that I saw on that part of the tour. The crowd at the Bouquet
were fantastic and I can't possibly fail to mention the ladies whoso
generously revealed themselves on stage! Also, thanks to the bikers
for all the shots and showing us your doughnuts outside (not what it
may sound like), appreciate the Union Jack T-shirts too lads - nice
Then it was all back to Megan's after the show for some New Castle Brown
Ale in the hot tub, now that's what I call rock n roll!
We managed to get rolling in the RV just about 'early' enough to have
a chance to make it to the High Dive in Seattle in time for the show
that night. It was a really beautiful drive into Washington through
the snow capped misty mountains and as we arrived in Seattle we managed
to tear Hal away from listening to Ryan Adams to put on some classic
The Thieves opened the show that night and by the end of the set they
had managed to prise everyone from the back wall and onto the dance
floor, shaking their thangs. Without wanting to brown-nose the band
it was a real testament to the in-ya-face rock n roll that they exude
that they could convert the crowd so completely in such little time.
After the show we were all humbled and reappearance of Mike Shrieve,
the original Woodstock-era Santana drummer - what a geezer! But will
Hal follow his advise and listen to world music in order to improve
his guitar playing....?!?!?
A day off with no driving to do. We stayed in Everett, Washington, 45
mins north of Seattle with friends of Anna's, Ashley & Grant. We
experienced some fantastic hospitality there - great food, free-flowing
beers and much welcomed home comforts such as showeres and washing machines!
Had a great time playing with (or more accurately making dizzy till
he pisses himself) the lovliest puppy ever, Harley. Also enjoyed attempting
to free up Grants truck which he accidently mounted onto a cable box
in his front yard, a muddy rewarding experience proving that rock bands
(yes, even drummers, Jamie!) can do things in the real world. Thanks
for having us stay guys!
We drove to Portland, Oregon today. On the way we stopped off at a restaurant
somewhere where I was again impressed by the lads ability to get enough
coffee to keep an army awake for a week yet paying for only one. It's
all about alloting certain areas of the cup for each person and the
surrepticious pass when the server isn't looking apparently. We stayed
with Ed, a friend of the band, in Portland where we had a much needed
quiet in watching Blood Diamond, nice one Ed, cheers!
The Thieves last show of the tour tonight is at Dante's in Portland.
Really great venue but unfortunately not as large a crowd as usual,
although those present were extremely enthusiastic to say the least.
The great partnership between the bands rhythm section, Sam and Jamie,
was apparent in their dominance of 'Guitar Hero 2' before the gig, the
show itself and their debauchery afterwards... good work lads! Hal showed
the locals how to play pool, drink whiskey + chain smoke like a true
Englishman, while I let the side down somewhat by inexplicably vomiting
three times and retiring early to the RV. Disgraceful!
After dropping Jamie off at Portland airport at a horrifically early
time, Hal, Sam and I kept the RV dream alive, continuing south back
down to LA camping along the way. We stopped off in San Francisco for
a while and stayed with Dan, an old friend of the band from the UK.
Hal saw to his various Del-Boy-esque business ventures as Sam and I
ventured out into downtown San Francisco, observing all the lunatics
deep in conversation with themselves. Spent a great night in a British
pub in San Fran, where we took advantage of the decent draught Guinness
and jukebox and again showed the Americans how to play pool. Cheers
to Dan, Tim, Jon and their girlfriends for a top night!
We left for LA on Saturday, stopping for various mandatory attractions
such as the Golden Gate Bridge, Alcatraz and of course Andersen's pee
soup restaurant. The all you can eat pea soup turned out to be a big
mistake for all of us digestively speaking, though I have to claim victory
for caning almost 3 bowls. Doesn't make up for the Portland vomit though...
we get back to Hollywood on Saturday night in plenty of time for the
big show at the Viper Room on Monday night.
Sunday was the calm before the storm, as the day of the Viper Room turned
out to be pretty manic. There was a severe shortage of food and an abundance
of (not very rock n roll) champagne which contributed to an early state
of intoxication, standing us in good stead for the rest of the night.
Cars conspired against us in their failure to start, but we managed
to get the band to soundcheck and back again. We returned to find a
a packed-to-the-rafters, sold out Viper Room gagging for some serious
thievery. Of course The Thieves obliged, rampaging through a blinding
set of soon to be classics, and the rest is consigned to scotch fuelled