We didn't get together on Monday - Todd too busy inspecting potato planting kit in Shropshire, and the rest of us too lazy to put anything together. It was probably for the best, because the huge pianist and the stand-by bassist are still sulking about
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Tuesday, 20 September 2011
Tuesday, 13 September 2011
A little light rehearsal
A small get-together last night - Ian givin' it laaarge in Manchester, Tessa recovering from givin' it laaaarge at Bestival (although she turned up towards the end of the evening) and John givin' it reaaaly laaarge at, ahem, the Alresford Show Organisers' Committee Meeting. So Todd, Dan, Dave and Charlie were left to enjoy an evening of 'Why Don't We Try?'s.
If memory serves me well, we tried: The B-52s, the Toy Dolls, the Beatles, Mike Oldfield, Hendrix, Dylan (yuk), Tom Jones, Roxette, Haart/Bonnemassa, Chas'n'Dave, Stereophonics, some Stones....
Not sure we did a single one of our established set. News of a gig at Alresford Rugby Club in June (chickenwire moment?) and there's talk of a New year gig in West Meon.
If memory serves me well, we tried: The B-52s, the Toy Dolls, the Beatles, Mike Oldfield, Hendrix, Dylan (yuk), Tom Jones, Roxette, Haart/Bonnemassa, Chas'n'Dave, Stereophonics, some Stones....
Not sure we did a single one of our established set. News of a gig at Alresford Rugby Club in June (chickenwire moment?) and there's talk of a New year gig in West Meon.
Tuesday, 6 September 2011
Bookings
There's a certain amount of chaos going on in the booking department. The end of this year's 'No Passports Required' Tour seems to have been severely culled, but there has been a flurry of enquiries and bookings for next June. Nice to be so popular so far in advance.
And here's a lovely summer evening view.
And here's a lovely summer evening view.
Thursday, 1 September 2011
TLOGS fame
Our fame is spreading. True, it's just one of the TLOGS. And we don't get a name check. And he's not talking about music. But, hey, it's a start. But is it really what Dave said? There's something effing missing.....
Wednesday, 31 August 2011
August Bank Holiday Part 2
And so it was on to the Flowerpots in Cheriton, for the great honour of playing on the Sunday night of the legendary beer festival.
You know it's a big gig when Dave's kit gets flown in by Chinook. Those of us who remember the sleepy little 'Pots from the mid-1980s never fail to be amazed at the size of the Beer Festival. A huge car park full to overflowing, tents, marquees, and hundreds of people from all ages and in all states of inebriation. In fact, our generous host, Paul, warned us that there could be a signal to finish early if the aforementioned inebriation got out of hand....but he hoped not.
There had obviously been a lot of soul-searching overnight, or maybe it was because Simon was with us, but we think we played our socks off.
Highlights included:
1. Strange man in beanie hat strolling in early in the set, doing a weird roller-dance, not unlike the Fatboy Slim 'Praise You' video, and then strolling back out again. Luckily, it was early in the evening, and the floor was empty.
2. The floor becoming completely packed. Thanks are due to the Triple L's (Lovely Louche Ladies) of West Meon, who started things off on the dancing front.
3. Dan's admirer, in tight white t-shirt, earring, cropped hair, gazing adoringly at him all night. It was a bloke, by the way.
4. Tod having someone doing air guitar in front of him; a first, apparently.
5. Tessa having an absolute belter of a night, giving it the fully welly. Both wellies, in fact. And just holding it together during 'I will survive'!
6. Dave's now-traditional request during his vocal performances - "Come on girls, get your tops off!" - was greeted enthusiastically by the heaving mob, although no-one actually took his advice, not even the Triple L's.
The general verdict was that the Hinton Wedding held the 'best ever gig' title for only a week. The Night at the Pots has already gone down in legend. Well, we enjoyed it, anyway.
You know it's a big gig when Dave's kit gets flown in by Chinook. Those of us who remember the sleepy little 'Pots from the mid-1980s never fail to be amazed at the size of the Beer Festival. A huge car park full to overflowing, tents, marquees, and hundreds of people from all ages and in all states of inebriation. In fact, our generous host, Paul, warned us that there could be a signal to finish early if the aforementioned inebriation got out of hand....but he hoped not.
There had obviously been a lot of soul-searching overnight, or maybe it was because Simon was with us, but we think we played our socks off.
Highlights included:
1. Strange man in beanie hat strolling in early in the set, doing a weird roller-dance, not unlike the Fatboy Slim 'Praise You' video, and then strolling back out again. Luckily, it was early in the evening, and the floor was empty.
2. The floor becoming completely packed. Thanks are due to the Triple L's (Lovely Louche Ladies) of West Meon, who started things off on the dancing front.
3. Dan's admirer, in tight white t-shirt, earring, cropped hair, gazing adoringly at him all night. It was a bloke, by the way.
4. Tod having someone doing air guitar in front of him; a first, apparently.
5. Tessa having an absolute belter of a night, giving it the fully welly. Both wellies, in fact. And just holding it together during 'I will survive'!
6. Dave's now-traditional request during his vocal performances - "Come on girls, get your tops off!" - was greeted enthusiastically by the heaving mob, although no-one actually took his advice, not even the Triple L's.
The general verdict was that the Hinton Wedding held the 'best ever gig' title for only a week. The Night at the Pots has already gone down in legend. Well, we enjoyed it, anyway.
Tuesday, 30 August 2011
August Bank Holiday Pt 1
First up, a trip down the Meon valley to Warnford. Our gig was in the famous Thomas Lord Tent,
set up in the most beautiful riverside garden.
The gig went well - not perfectly, but well. We were plagued with mysterious gremlins in the PA department, which messed up the sound balance somewhat, which caused one or two iffy moments here and there.
Luckily, our lovely hosts and their guests failed to spot any problems, and were generous, genuine and kind in their thanks and praise. Maybe we're setting ourselves much higher standards than we did three and a half years ago. And that must be a good thing.
set up in the most beautiful riverside garden.
The gig went well - not perfectly, but well. We were plagued with mysterious gremlins in the PA department, which messed up the sound balance somewhat, which caused one or two iffy moments here and there.
Luckily, our lovely hosts and their guests failed to spot any problems, and were generous, genuine and kind in their thanks and praise. Maybe we're setting ourselves much higher standards than we did three and a half years ago. And that must be a good thing.
Simon the Sound Man
They say he has a magic touch; they say that when his hands dance over the knobs and buttons, if you look carefully, and for long enough, you might just catch an ethereal glow emanating from his fingertips, lighting up the night. It takes a very special photgrapher to catch this rare, Green Flash-style event. So thanks to the lovely Ms Melanie Brown for this pic:
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