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Sep. 23rd, 2005 08:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shermaramaI actually had fried potato and leek for me dinner, and though there was no gravy the potatoes did not suffer as I treated them to some of that close ally of gravy, cheese sauce. When I was a northern student we used to make something along those lines that included both. I have a cold and am enjoying sitting quietly on my first night in this week, but I'm not quite in that much need of comfort food.
Last night went pretty well from our point of view. I think we played a reasonable set. I think we lost a lot of the crowd but it was a weirdly mixed night anyway and a lot of people had seemingly come to support the act before; Wilf Weston and The Ironing, a trim and respectable grey-beard in a smart suit and ridiculous tasselled hat, with a nice line in banter, some interesting (musically and lyrically) songs about life and stuff and, I suspect, a dark history lurking behind pianos in jazz clubs. His Ironing did a reasonable backing job too. That was well worth seeing.
The bloke at the start with an acoustic also did an okay job but, you know, bloke with an acoustic. After that was a strange manifestation, a 'girl-band' (as they described themselves) called Cerise (where girl-band means three lasses in frocks with microphones and two surly-looking grizzled blokes in the background playing bass and guitar). There were the usual teenage bunny-boiler lyrics (I'm the only one for you, I can love you better than all the other girls, I am your destiny, I'm in your dreams, YOU CAN NEVER ESCAPE MY OBSESSION AND I AM DETERMINED TO DEVOTE MYSELF ENTIRELY TO YOU WHETHER YOU WANT THIS SUCKING PARASITE-LIKE ATTACHMENT OR NOT, FOOLISH MORTAL etc.) and the prettiest one was the least likely to sIng in tune and all this sort of stuff. They weren't bad, although competing as an all-girl singing group requires you to be stupendous, but, well, they were unlikely to win me over by fluttering eyelashes and telling us how proud they were of getting out and doing music for themselves. I'm not certain how they could have won me over, really, but not by playing that particular game.
The headliners. Hmm. Hot Rocks, they were called. I wondered about time warps. You remember the school band, a bunch of fifteen year olds churning out stuff transparently nicked off the Charlatans or other Britpop/Madchester bands, with a rather flaky grasp of rhythm, big clunky shifts between song sections and a lead guitarist who won't stop the widdle, not even for the quiet verses? Now imagine that they're well into their twenties and still doing exactly the same. Not as who should say bad, but better when the protagonists really are fifteen and you can say that they have promise. Hmm.
We also got asked to play a Riot-Grrl night in Camden in November. This we should go down very well at. I don't think we sound much like L7 at all and suspect people are grasping at it as the only all-female actual rock band they can think of (the alternative is Hole, which is a little fairer), as if the gender makes a huge difference to the sound - there are other bands we sound a lot more like all apart from the gender difference of the singer. But still, for them as that's their thing, they'll probably like us.
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Date: 2005-09-24 12:47 am (UTC)Is that actually what it says or did you make it up? Because it sounds like it has possibilities.