What a frikking shambles. Another sell out gig but the promoter needs to learn a bit about taking care of a band especially after the 9-hour drive. Asking for a bottle of water was like being in the foreign legion out in a desert full of frogs. So we didn’t sound check or line check we all fucked off to a restaurant where we were delighted to a feast of Mongolian Arab cuisine rounded of a Kebab on a plate. We had a choice of French wine or some other Shite we chose French of course. To Hoggy’s pleasure who is now a connoisseur of wine, so he should be he’s drunk enough.
It’s so fucking cold outside we are decked out in Russian garb all we need are some Klashnikov & we would fit in quite nicely around here.
This gig was a nightmare for the bastards as there was no access to the stage, so when the last support finished we had 20mins to setup and all the gear had to go through the crowd, fun! We got it done but the band went on late as a result, just a 1 hour set.
We only had one bottle of water each on the stage and it was bloody hot, we ran out quite quickly. Kid complained and so Pete changed the words to Chinese takeaway to “I want a bottle of water”, they then bought us some half drunk bottles they had found somewhere, not acceptable! The show was stopped till they finally brought some pint glasses of water with ice.
Later Kid stood on his drum stool (as he does) but fell of it straight into the drum kit, the snare went flying, the hihat went over (he was lucky it didn’t stab him) and the drum mics went all over the place. It was funny as fuck, Hog and I scrambled to get it all back together.
Inspite of all this I really enjoyed the show, great to be back with the guys.
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