I had a unique experience at a gig the other night. I was in Durham City, a lovely gig in a venue that was having a late Christmas party for it's staff and loyal customers. Everything was going swimmingly, I was storming the gig in reasonably difficult circumstances (ie. they were all pissed and in fancy dress). 25 minutes in a massive fight breaks out right in front of the stage area. I stopped immediately, got the music back on and watched the fun. I thought that was me for the night, however the Landlady and most of the audience wanted me to go back on. Fucking hell how do I follow that? I did and the first few minutes was really tough, I got them back on track though and ended up doing one of the best gigs I've done for ages. It took me back to the early part of my mainstream career when I would do gigs in awful places for £150-£200 a time, the sights I saw...I had a knife pulled on me in Yorkshire, was threatened by a punter for asking him to move off the "stage" (actually it was the pool table area) and was chased to my car by people who thought I was funny but didn't like my shirt!
This week is dead exciting I've lot's of things lined up, some nice gigs and some stuff to work on. Later this week I've got a gig with my new friend Ronnie Whelan (ex: Liverpool FC legend ) more of that later.
Two thoughts: How come after a gig and my two pints of Shandy, I have the usual piss and within minutes of getting in the car I'm dying to go! and then within minutes of arriving home, I'm dying to go again!
I've never been a big fan of Matalan but their car parks are useful at times
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