It's time for a change I feel. Going on like the way I have been will not only kill me but defeat the whole purpose of coming on tour. No, I'm not doing for the sex drums and rock and roll, I'm in it to save money to pay off a credit card debt which was incurred last tour, which sounds a little bit like a vicious circle doesn't it?
Wow, car parking is expensive in Blackpool!
Waking up feeling the way I feel after last night's session with the show is what I'm basing this on. Do I feel bad? That's the thing, I don't! And after what I drank yesterday I should be sporting a hangover large enough to show up on radar. But I don't. Don't get me wrong, I don't feel great either. But here's the list of what I sank:
1 x bottle of desperado
1 x of old Bombadier ale
2 pints of Bullmer's cider
1 x half of Strongbow.
3/4 of a bottle of Glens vodka (with diet coke)
And yes I was shitfaced.
I also ate shite all yesterday too. Ever since the tour has started, I've eaten crap and drank loads and wonder why I'm carrying too much weight??! (I don't, I know well as to why)
Topping that is I'm drawing too much money out daily. At this rate, I'll see nothing come the end of the tour (AGAIN)
So, things have to change. This was something I decided while I accounted my actions yesterday with Dee who'd called from Gibraltar (hope you enjoy reading this dee x)
This is how I've done so far...
Yate's in Blackpool. Which kinda reminds me of one of the tripods in the old BBC tv series The Tripods Trilogy (which they never completed) also because what frequented it on this occasion could be described as "not of this earth" too!
What I look like playing behind the Angelows and Professor... Probably.
Surprise, surprise, McDonald's actually do salad. Can't see it on a menu though. It was pleasant enough but made me feel a little hollow though, like I'd actually not eaten anything.
I did try to eat I Yate's where I went yesterday, but it was full (at 11:00) with the same waifs and trays that were there yesterday (including me of course) plus there was a queue to the bar as long as a Jamaican's dick. So I tipped the fuck outta there!
It does doesn't it?
So last nights shows? Well despite my fear Haze was gonna tear us a new one regarding the errors that occurred the night before, he was rather calm and collected. He did address them of course and lined out some contingency plans should it happen again. He spoke of sound and light issues and proceeded to discuss the next show.
Well the first was a 5:00 o'clock and was expected to be kiddie filled. So naturally the show had to be dumbed down of the swearing and nudity, but not as much as it was in Leeds. It went okay, no major errors though DA and I both made the same one at the same time. We both expected the exorcism section to happen one scene too early and it wasn't until he saw Danny come out he then turned to me and ever so calmly said, "ASYLUM YOU TWAT!!!" Which is the song I should have already been playing with a nice little 3/4 fill into it.
I'm surprised in the heat of the moment, and my recent form that I didn't play a fill in 4/4!
I'm sure the amount of alcohol I'm consuming is affecting my mem....
What was I talking about again?
So that show done, it was second show time. This was a different affair. From the get go, we were firing on all cillenders! DA and Matt were jumping around the stage and putting on a hell of a show. You seriously don't need to watch a dwarf hang a bowling ball off the end if his cock with these two in the band.
Kinda makes me feel like those stories you hear of kids starting their first GarageBand with one of their dad's on drums. One of the first band I joined when I was 15 was such a band. The rehearsal tape they gave me was of them playing Paranoid by Black Sabbath and in the background you could hear a drum kit being bashed in time with kicks, snares and hats all playing quarter notes.
So with the show done and us all feeling pretty buzzing, it was time to have a piss up.. Again. Like we needed an excuse. So suitably equipped, it was back to the digs. Shortly after everyone else turned up. I don't recall much of it, only talking sound nerdy stuff and music with the soundman, playing the Roxanne drinking game again, the jamming drinking game (same rules, different song) and walking home and getting upset that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't walk in a straight line. I don't know why it matter to me at that time of night, it wasn't like I was about to walk a tight rope to a watching crowd or anything.
Asia called me into the kitchen before I went to bed, reason for which I don't recall. Perhaps it was to light the stove, open a bottle, wire a plug, bake a cake... No idea.
I went to bed pissed but reasonably happy.
No comments:
Post a Comment