Notes From Das Boot 62

12/12/09 Leeds (Live @)
Alla Sera Leoni, Al Mattino Coglioni
(roughly translated from Italian: “In the evening a lion, In the morning asshole”) Thanks to Danny for a good quote on getting fucked up. With no access to a computer, this will be somewhat scattershot (more than usual). I am using Paco’s computer and it has a weird german keyboard, with ümlats and Deaths Head keys, so it’s a little slow going. My wife e-mailed me concerning Notes From…60 and said that she thought all chaps were assless and if they had an ass they would be regular pants. Last show today and I will post more from the tour when I get home. Thank you and goodnight, tip your bartenders.

Notes From das Boot 61

12/10/09 Leamington On Spa
My goddamn computer took a shit this morning, the hard-drive went. I hate every molecule in the universe right now. Not sure when I’ll be able to post next.

Notes From Das Boot 61

12/8/09, Manchester England
Day off in Manchester, spent most of the day looking for The Fall/Mark E. Smith museum. I could not find it, I guess the directions were bad. However I did find the Tomb of the Unknown Fall Member. Since The Fall started in 1976 over 2,300 people have played in the band. Some of them are nameless and this monument salutes them.
Our bus parked outside the place where we’re playing tomorrow and we heard Echo and the Bunnymen sound checking for a show tonight. I had heard there had been some lean years for them. First “Echo” was retired so it was just “and The Bunnymen”, then other band members passed away or quit, so for a few years it was just “The Bunnyman” doing solo acoustic nights at coffee shops and open mike nights. From the thunderous rock coming out of The Academy, it seems like Echo and The Bunnymen are back up to speed. As they say over here “Good on you mate”, or “On yer Bike”, or “Fancy a boiled steak and a jacket potato, guv’ner?”
(Author’s Disclaimer: The first two musical related items in todays blog, might be a little esoteric to the general public who are used to my rapier like everyday tales of foibles, and follies that befall yours truly. Please remember that I am a forty seven year old man. who works in a record store, has a big record collection and an understanding wife. So dopey riffs on The Fall and Echo & the Bunnymen amuse me. The last part with the english “slang” is just asinine and I probably should have workshopped it, although in my defense “blog writers” workshops are not that easy to find on the road. Maybe if there was a Blogwriters Anonymous (B.A.) out there, that would be helpful. Looking back on what I’ve just written, I realize that should have been workshopped as well)
(Author’s Disclaimer Disclaimer: Please ignore that last disclaimer, in fact ignore this blog entirely, all of it. I thank you)

Notes From Das Boot 60

Glasgow 12/7/09
Our first show proper of the tour was in Nottingham at Rock City (12/5/09). Rock City has been there a really long time and is one of the better places to play over here. The day started off badly when during load in I smashed a tail light of a car owned by one of the house crew. The house crew consists of ex and current bikers so my usual game plan of denial, hiding and disguise (“Me? No I’m Jim Dronin, I have no idea who you’re talking about.”) would not have worked as I did it in front of everyone. So being the man-child that I am I went to the biggest of the bunch and mewled an apology and said we’d take care of the cost of the taillight. He told me it was the big guys’ car and I should talk to him. Now the guy who was telling me this was big but the guy who he referred to as “the big guy” was gigantic. He was a big (but not fat) solid guy with a shaved head, so big that it seemed like his car would have to be built around him. So I talked to him and I was thinking that in the best case scenario, since I was honest and forthright I would only receive a few beatings instead of many. Luckily for me the guy was cool and understood that it was an accident and he knew a guy in auto salvage that could get the part for nothing. That fell through and it ended up costing me 10 Pounds (roughly $20,000 U.S.), which was more than I could have hoped for. The two bands who we’re doing the shows with are Karma To Burn who are a great instrumental three piece and The Lions who after my initial disappointment of finding out they weren’t a band of ferocious, musical lions found out that they’re a real good heavy rock band. Also as the photograph (taken by Karen Murphy, Ed’s wife) shows, I found the woman who stole my assless chaps.

I'm the one on the right

Notes From Das Boot 59b

only sad, angry bikes allowed

12/4/09 Prestatyn Sands, Wales

Notes From Das Boot 59a

Mr. Anderson and his cod piece

12/04/09 Prestatyn Sands, Wales
Capt. Cod has gone out of business due to stiff competition from other local cod outlets, The Codsman, and Ian Anderson’s Cod Pieces.

Farewell Captain, thanks for the cod!

Notes From Das Boot 58

Hard Rock Hell or HeadBangers and Mash
The Hard Rock Hell festival is held in an off season resort near the ocean in Prestatyn Sands, Wales. When we got there Thursday afternoon, the old guy at the gate kept giving us directions and pointing to us with his middle finger (or as it was known when I was a kid, “the FU finger”). I was thinking the guy was being a dick and then realized that he was missing his index finger. It’s cold and windy and pretty severe here, the many buildings that the rooms are in are spartan at best and remind me of a bootcamp. Since the subtitle of the Hard Rock Hell festival is Vikings Ball there are a lot of people stumbling around drunk in what is for the most part home made viking garb, it looks like a Monty Python “Spam sketch” convention.

Vikings Ball or Spam Convention?


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