Caravan parks, the theme of this weekend.
On Friday we headed back down to Borth to play at Bryrodyn again and, just like our last Borth trip, we were joined on stage by our friend Den York. It never ceases to amaze us how effortlessly he slots into the band adding a trace of genuine musicianship to the proceedings. Wonderful.
We unveiled our new bass drum skin this weekend. Based on one of our rubber ducks, we’re chuffed with how well it’s turned out. Thanks to Tosh, of local legends Pre Sleep Monologue, for his work on it.
We stopped at Den’s for the night, with WeeMann putting in an obligatory all nighter with our host while the rest of the band rested ahead of the journey home.
Starting all over again with the drive up to Wem for Saturday’s gig at Lower Lacon Caravan Park, it quickly became apparent that Clatter had not had enough sleep – he gets very grumpy without 9 1/2 hours sleep per night and his mood proved that the time he had last night just wasn’t enough. Fortunately the fact that we had to use his very large PA system for this gig meant that he could have his bass drum turned up very loud, which never fails to cheer him up.
The room was a very large hall with high ceilings and loads of hard surfaces meaning that sound was always going to be difficult. As we finished the final song of the first set, the echoes from the first song were finally starting to fade away! This didn’t seem to worry the audience who lapped up everything we could throw at them. Youngsters loved the fact that they could throw ducks at us. We are starting to think this may not be one of our more clever ideas as we are coming away from gigs with duck related injuries. The large ones, particularly, hurt when thrown with gusto.
And to Sunday and a return to The Telegraph in Shrewsbury. Unfortunately, due to a disturbance in the spacetime continuum, Clatter was in a parallel universe when we were due to leave, so we decided to do the gig as a duo. As it happened, though, the spacetime problem meant that he was already at the venue when we arrived, having been waiting there for us for just under 3 months.
We’re never left wanting at The Telegraph – the crowd are always great and Sunday was no exception. We played around a little with the set and, against our normal rules, allowed ourselves to be cajoled into a couple of encores. We’re back there on 1st December and have forward booked a number of gigs for 2014.
The only downside to what was a great gig was the utter decimation of our new drumskin. No names, no pack drill, but someone left a hot light a little too close to it and the skin melted under the heat:
We’ve got another weekend off next week before we head down to The Great Dorset Steam Fair from the 28th to the 30th. We’ll try to remember to update regularly to Facebook and Twitter to keep you abreast on what we’re doing there.