Kentish Town Bull & Gate
Oct. 1st, 2003 09:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shermaramaI don't seem to have any review of this that wants telling. Son of Nothing played at the Bull and Gate in Kentish Town, while a punk all-dayer with Conflict and Napalm Death went on next door. Some people showed up and some people didn't. Everyone who was there seemed to like us, and I don't think we did a bad job.
To take that apart from the inside, we didn't get anything badly wrong, which is always a good start. Oz had his full kit and was utterly in his element, getting to be munificent patriarch of the drums all night and having a right laugh playing too. Me and Paul had a bit of an aside beforehand and it got him feeling positive and coming out with all guns blazing, which worked well. Yus is always over on the other side of the stage and I can't see much of him directly but apart from generally not being loud enough it all went okay for him, I think. Oh, and the first support were supposed to be bringing a bass amp and failed to, so I had to play through the PA and heard barely a single note I played, doing it all from memory and guesswork, and appear to have generally got away with it. The woman doing the sound deserves special mention for being all sorts of good things including good at her job.
Mandeville, the second support band, were also damn good and we bought about eight copies of the demo. I've not seen strident shouty vocals done so well in a while, though the rest of the band has been mixed into synchronous oblivion in recording, unfortunately.
All very dry. The evening had much more to it than that but it doesn't want saying. Meanwhile I've been doing all sorts of other stuff including a first go at studio recording of drums. On Sunday I met someone that Tina had met who may turn out to be an interesting prospect for the elusive band number three, who at least is not short on enthusiasm and ideas and energy and general grandeur of the spirit. Gallons of Guinness on a warm afternoon and failing to be chucked out of the pub for busking, these things are good.
Life is busy. Let me hang my head in rest for a moment here; time to start again soon. And to mark it being today, after all these months I heard from Markus, in an indirect way. Term has just started at BIMM and he's set out on his diplomacy (far be it from me to laugh at his English; he was brought up German but played Darwin in the Hundred Greatest Britons with great aplomb whereas I'd be stumped to get a pint in Munich) and, hearing a demo by a couple of students with a nu-metal band who are looking for a bass player, gave them my number. Whilst stretched out flat on a bench trying to get under some shelves and wielding a screwdriver at work today they called, but I think it's wise to stick on three cards for the time being.
To take that apart from the inside, we didn't get anything badly wrong, which is always a good start. Oz had his full kit and was utterly in his element, getting to be munificent patriarch of the drums all night and having a right laugh playing too. Me and Paul had a bit of an aside beforehand and it got him feeling positive and coming out with all guns blazing, which worked well. Yus is always over on the other side of the stage and I can't see much of him directly but apart from generally not being loud enough it all went okay for him, I think. Oh, and the first support were supposed to be bringing a bass amp and failed to, so I had to play through the PA and heard barely a single note I played, doing it all from memory and guesswork, and appear to have generally got away with it. The woman doing the sound deserves special mention for being all sorts of good things including good at her job.
Mandeville, the second support band, were also damn good and we bought about eight copies of the demo. I've not seen strident shouty vocals done so well in a while, though the rest of the band has been mixed into synchronous oblivion in recording, unfortunately.
All very dry. The evening had much more to it than that but it doesn't want saying. Meanwhile I've been doing all sorts of other stuff including a first go at studio recording of drums. On Sunday I met someone that Tina had met who may turn out to be an interesting prospect for the elusive band number three, who at least is not short on enthusiasm and ideas and energy and general grandeur of the spirit. Gallons of Guinness on a warm afternoon and failing to be chucked out of the pub for busking, these things are good.
Life is busy. Let me hang my head in rest for a moment here; time to start again soon. And to mark it being today, after all these months I heard from Markus, in an indirect way. Term has just started at BIMM and he's set out on his diplomacy (far be it from me to laugh at his English; he was brought up German but played Darwin in the Hundred Greatest Britons with great aplomb whereas I'd be stumped to get a pint in Munich) and, hearing a demo by a couple of students with a nu-metal band who are looking for a bass player, gave them my number. Whilst stretched out flat on a bench trying to get under some shelves and wielding a screwdriver at work today they called, but I think it's wise to stick on three cards for the time being.