Jane and I are just back from a week in Bath and Bristol, with a brief jaunt in Manchester to meet up with Jamie Burton and the Hallé choir and orchestra.
In Bath we visited the famous Roman Baths, and Bath Abbey.
We caught up with Lindsey Dear and Jim Whalley in Bath, and Jonny and Emma Coore in Bristol, with a guest appearance by Nick and Kate Morgan.
Our trip down south coincided with Danny Wallace’s book reading at Borders in Clifton. So we went along, and in good Join Me style we ended up over a pint in a local hostelry.
I’ll put up some photos in the next couple of days, and move some of this older news to the… er, news section.
An amazing gig at Glasgow Barrowlands. Lemmy is legendary. He nonchalantly wandered onto stage and announced, rather matter-of-factly, “We are Motörhead. We play rock’n’roll!”
And they did, loudly. Very loudly indeed, so much so that my ears were still ringing two days later. Even though I was wearing earplugs.
I met up with Joinee Mhairi Mair, another metalhead from the Scottish Collective, and the two of us stood in the middle of the hall and watched in wonder as Lemmy, Phil Campbell and Mickey Dee tore into song after legendary song . Lemmy is a genius of rock god proportions. And even when they messed up a song they had resurrected from their back-catalogue (Love Me Like A Reptile?) it didn’t matter, because they were having fun and we were having fun.
A top gig, from a very class band. (It is worth mentioning too that The Wildhearts were supporting, and while I’ve never really rated Ginger’s studio offerings they were quite phenominal live. New found respect for the Geordie and his chums.
The buzz in town just now it fantastic. I took a walk the other day with Rich Olyott, when he was visiting.
We met Lolita, the 2 Joinees we met at the DG gig, Paul Daniels, and played Travel Monopoly in Princes Street Gardens. A fine day!
On Sunday 10 August we saw Dave Gorman’s Googlewhack Adventure which was very good. Better than the Edinburgh tattoo, I’d say. Then DG came to the pub with us, and we went home to find 5 googlewhacks of our very own and register them at www.googlewhack.com.
Barrowlands, Glasgow, March 2003
The Garage, Glasgow, 1 July 2003
I saw Anthrax twice this year. The first gig was meant to be at The Garage, in Glasgow, but was moved to The Barrowlands; the second was supposed to be at The Barrowlands, but was moved to The Garage, which had me driving around Glasgow’s maze of one-way streets in frustration.
Both gigs rocked. Of course! Twenty years down the line and Anthrax are an amazingly tight unit. Dressed in matching tour shirts, with the Anthrax ‘A’ logo on the front, and their name and team number, representing the number of years they’ve been in the band, on the back. Charlie Benante sat at the back behind the drums pounding as though his life depended on it (which I suppose it does!), new-boy guitarist Rob Caggiano was well received and astounded us with his licks, Frank Bello gurned and leapt around the stage like a maniac, while stalwart Scott NOT Ian stood resolutely still, a face with attitude, a thrash god (that was until the encores when he lightened up and had some fun, sometimes at John Bush’s expense!). And John Bush, vocalist extrordinaire – oh! to have a voice that sounds like you munch gravel for breakfast! The Garage gig concluded with Bush leaping off the speakers (a mean feat given the low ceiling) into the crowd, and a rendition of I Am The Law, a song they omitted during their March visit.
There is no crowd like a Glasgow metal concert crowd. They rule!
Carnegie Hall, Dunfermline
I’ve seen Fish a couple of times now, once at Shepherd’s Bush Empire (12 June 1997) and once doing an in-store promotion at Virgin or HMV Edinburgh. But I’ve never been to a concert where half the audience sat during the entire show!
It’s been said before that a Fish gig is like “being entertained by a boisterous host at a particularly loud private party.” (Graeme Smith, S1play) and this gig was no different, with Fish at one point dangling his legs over the edge of the stage offering his bottle of wine to members of the crowd on the front row. “I don’t want it coming back with floaters!”
Bruce Watson was playing guitar, he formerly of Big Country (another band I saw, in St Andrews on 15 May 1990), as was Frank Usher, a longtime friend and guitarist with Mr Derek W. Dick.