We’ve played three shows consecutively now, having to break through the awkward transportation barrier which arose around a broken gearbox in Jamie’s car, resulting in him barely getting it back from London to Manchester; going that distance with only third, fourth, and fifth gear is pretty badass. I shan’t go into the logistics behind the drama, but essentially the Glasgow gig we were chauffeured there and back.
Ok, Glasgow. Blew us away as to how hospitable a venue can actually be. Bearing in mind we were fed a two course meal, got a record 32 beers in our rider (and IRN BRU’s durr), having plenty of time to sound-check, not being first on, and the crowd being great whilst we played, yeah over all hugely successful gig. Sold some CD’s, changed some lil kids lives forever… all in a days work really. I have a new appreciation for the unexpected combination of cooked chorizo, thinly sliced, over a green salad drenched in balsamic, as a full main course. We had local band Younger supporting before us, so being second on was handy as far as the crowd gathering. Myself and Jamie had a plan to go and dance with the audience whilst the Flints got on stage, but the music that was playing didn’t really suit. Who puts a fucking Foo Fighters ballad on before an indie show?! A small amount of slow dancing and Jamie pushed me on stage, not before pretending to be a huge fan of Châteaux to a group of girls, who laughed as I proceeded to climb onto the stage. Sound was good on stage, harmonies were good, general vibez were good.
*Cue the long drive back to Manchester courtesy of the fabulous Mrs Wiggan*
A second car arrived on Tuesday morning, courtesy of our good friend Niall Oulton. He was lovely enough to truant for us, all in the name of the indie cause! Now with two cars, all the gear can be taken, with all five of us, and it ain’t uncomfy! On to Sheffield!
Sheffield was an interesting one. The venue was nice, although due to some leakage onto gear we were a little dubious. Free burger, quite a few beers, nothing in comparison to Theme Park’s fantastic rider of course, but that’s to be expected. There were a few people that were possibly enjoying our performance in some other-dimensional plain, but overall the crowd was pretty static, which I’d put down to it being in the heart of the Uni area, and all the students being back home for Easter. It seemed mainly older couples that had bought Theme Park tickets, so understandably they didn’t really care about any support act. FOGEYS!! *fucking grumble* Henry seemed keen to let me off my chain with some classic “stage bant”, something I’m pretty sure I carried out with professionalism. Only problem was again the lack of back and forth, and this was clearly reflected in our CD sales, as we sold one in total that night, where in Glasgow we sold much more to a similar amount of people.
“GAWD MOM THEY JUST DIDN’T GET ME JEEEEZZZZ!!!!”
Oh well guys, we had a whale on stage. Ate that whale up nice and good, and frankly they didn’t move to Theme Park much either, so we can move on, forgive and forget. Personally I like the industrial charm of Sheffield, so I hope we can give it another chance soon.
Norwich! You fucking surprised me. We landed here at about 4ish, to load in, and have very little communication with organisers or promoters, that usually come to you. Myself and Jamie went out for a stroll after loading to get some fodder, and I slowly started to hallucinate. This wasn’t down to the lack of sleep the night before whilst staying with our lovely friend Liv from BLESSA. Norwich… you either have no style, or far too many styles for my head to handle. I’m not referring to fashion, or music scenes, or anything like that. Buildings. Jesus Christ. It was only in conversation with Jamie where I was expressing how “out-of-it” I was feeling, when we realised just how many types of buildings you have thrust into such a small proximity. Tudor thatches, nestled shoulder to shoulder with building of stone spanning across at least 400 years, next to Victorian styled town houses, which was opposite a church that door-to-door would have been 2 very short seconds of walking, and all of this on the same small road as two huge council estate towers, the Waterfront venue, a modern cladded flat complex, and the canal. We also established that Steve Coogan must live on that road as well.
The gig was awesome! Good crowd despite the 8.30 start. We definitely played our best there and the sound was good. There was a huge amount of audience interaction before, during, and after the gig, especially after the gig! People asking us all to sign their tickets and objects, posing for pictures with us, and cheekily trying to grab little pictures of us when we weren’t looking. Kind of taught me the value our fans have, not just in terms of the money we made selling our merch, but that there are plenty of people around that seem to really care about what we do, even if they only heard us that night.
I’d like to make it clear that seeing as the songs are not written by myself, I can be quite objective about everything that happens to us on this tour. No big head / ego ruling these words yo! This is something I’m trying to capitalise on, thinking with my music marketing hat firmly on. What would I be after as a fan of the music, seeing as I am truly a huge fan of the music. We have a manager that involves himself logistically in the band, and the Flints that write the songs. So, as far as my input goes… what happens in the practice lasts forever, yeah?
Anyway, we crashed at a good friend of ours in Norwich, directed there by her house mate (who happened to be friends with the guitar tech for Theme Park). We had a night of takeaway palava, and chilling out maxing relaxing all cool, and a good nights sleep!
And here I am. Sat on the sofa I slept last night, waiting for people to wake up and hit Birmingham tonight, whilst enjoying Niall’s incessant snoring, and worrying that their toilet door, has no apparent lock.
No. Apparent. lock.