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Oct. 11th, 2005 12:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shermaramaI sat down behind the kit for the Bad Fucks last week and realised I hadn't drummed for an entire seven days, since a PJ practice the Monday before. I got up from the kit tonight at the end of a BFs practice having played drums on six days out of eight, including two gigs. Between the two Sundays I hadn't eaten a single meal that wasn't sandwiches, noodles or crappy takeaway fries[1]. I'll get to finish mixing this demo some time soon. We get always get asked back to places, the Lewisham venue wants us back on the 19th, but we do need to get ourselves playing at some others too.
I understand now why Joe, promoter of lots of the New Cross gigs we were doing over the summer, has no problems at all with getting on stage and demanding attention, appreciation, money for the bands he puts on. His band, The Moon, did the Lewisham gig, delivering usable and spirited if not virtuoso covers of stuff like Iggy's I Wanna Be Your Dog. I chatted to the drummer afterwards.
"Was he on the floor again?" he asked, resignedly. "I couldn't really see from behind the kit."
"Well, for a lot of it. Sort of rolling around," I said.
"...Yeah."
[1] I did also in that week manage to start my degree's third year, visit the British Engineerium while the engines were in steam, go to Torture Garden, go on a fun pub crawl with the LGBT group entitled 'Around the Scene With 80 Gays', pass through several hairstyles, and even do a remarkable amount of the work I'm paid for like getting 79 inch high parcels through 78 inch high doors and finally going down to the engineers and expanding the bore on a load of Perspex tubes myself instead of waiting for Bob who's been promising to do it for the last two months. There was even free food at the Engineerium thing. But it was sandwiches.
I understand now why Joe, promoter of lots of the New Cross gigs we were doing over the summer, has no problems at all with getting on stage and demanding attention, appreciation, money for the bands he puts on. His band, The Moon, did the Lewisham gig, delivering usable and spirited if not virtuoso covers of stuff like Iggy's I Wanna Be Your Dog. I chatted to the drummer afterwards.
"Was he on the floor again?" he asked, resignedly. "I couldn't really see from behind the kit."
"Well, for a lot of it. Sort of rolling around," I said.
"...Yeah."
[1] I did also in that week manage to start my degree's third year, visit the British Engineerium while the engines were in steam, go to Torture Garden, go on a fun pub crawl with the LGBT group entitled 'Around the Scene With 80 Gays', pass through several hairstyles, and even do a remarkable amount of the work I'm paid for like getting 79 inch high parcels through 78 inch high doors and finally going down to the engineers and expanding the bore on a load of Perspex tubes myself instead of waiting for Bob who's been promising to do it for the last two months. There was even free food at the Engineerium thing. But it was sandwiches.
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