Fareham ferneham hall

Today was gonna be interesting as all the old band (minus professor of course as he's in the current band) were coming to the show. 

En route I had some chatting back and forth with Sean, the old drummer, about where to find a drum shop that I can get sticks at on a Sunday. It turns out, a grand total of none was the answer. 

Fortunately he had some "odd pairs" laying around that would give me in exchange for 14 roast dinners. Hmmm, sticks are about £10 a pair, I'm getting 3 and an average dinner is £10 

SOUNDS LIKE A GREAT DEAL!!!!

Actually it was just the one dinner so yeah it was a good deal. Didn't quite get what "odd pair" meant. It could have been 1 jazz stick and a double butt ended rock stick. 

It wasn't, it was just brands he doesn't normally use but they were all 5b weight, my preferred weight of stick. So it was perfect. 

The build up was a bit clammy, half band stand deal again which is always a bit tough because of the limitation of drums. But we were done by about 3:00. 

I met up with the old band and it was a little weird considering the last time I saw them all together was the last date of the tour in Jersey march this year. 

It was pretty awesome to see them all and thanks to Sean for sorting me out for some "odd" sticks!

Back at the theatre, meeting was held and spundcheck was a bit arduous with monitor levels and feedback Central going off all over the place, and I could feel the old band who were watching thinking, "thank fuck we aren't part of this anymore!" 

This was the venue that a no drinking policy was in place. So if any of the staff got a whiff that anyone was under the influence, we were not getting paid. 

Which soured the mood somewhat. 

The show went well and the addition of El Lurchio, a local sword swallower amonst other things, was added. Part of, but not limited to, his act was the downing, through his nose via a syringe, a whole bottle of milk shake coupled with a beer of an unsuspecting member the audience. The person in question was Steve Brundish, the old bass player. Once in his stomach, it was then siphened back out into the pint of Steve. Who was NOT happy about this at all... Understandably. 

You can fuck with a lot of a musicians shit but you don't fuck with their alcohol!!!

El Lurchio then drank it all back up. 

That's talent right there. 

Pull down done, goodbyes said to the old band and it was back to London via a hundred stops to drop everyone off ready for another Lyric appearance the following day.