Blog: Fuzz Club BBQ
But I am getting ahead of myself - our story begins YESTERDAY when a tube and a train found me in lovely Sheffield, where I decided NOT to wait but instead to walk alongside the tramlines to my hotel. This was a GRATE idea as a) no tram came and b) it was SUCH a gorgeous day and I had a fantastic view of The City Of The Future as I strolled round.
Once I'd checked in, decanted shirts and got ONTO a tram to head for The University I was in a FINE mood, which somehow DISAPPEARED as suddenly I got The Fear. I wandered around the Students' Union Building for a bit feeling LOST, as i am SURE they change the internal layour EVERY time I go, just to confuse me, so was RELIEVED beyond measure to bump into Penny, who is IN CHARGE. She took me to drop off my gear and get some GRUB, but somehow the Being Looked After made The Fear get WORSE - not only was i convinced i'd be AWFUL, but now I could see how VERY MUCH I'd be letting everyone down! EEK! THE FEAR!
I started to calm down a bit once I'd met my PALS and had a few beers, although I was still a bit nervy as I was playing in The Interval Bar where, SEVERAL years ago, I'd done one of my worst gigs, when myself and Frankie Machine were roundly ignored before being upstaged by some German Exchange Students playing Guns 'N' Roses covers on our guitars. It was very busy, and very noisy, and so i was very worried about the whole thing, but nonetheless - some would say HEROICALLY - i went on, and did THIS:
It was BLOODY GRATE! HOORAH! Also, PHEW! As soon as I started speaking people gently FLOCKED towards me, and suddenly there was an actual Bona Fide CROWD. I was a bit worried about the sound, as it seemed to be coming out of speakers RIGHT over on the other side of the room (where, two songs in, a very disgruntled table full of people got up to sit outside where it was quieter) but soon got used to it, and had a HIGH old time. Right in front of where I was playing were two tables, occupied by people who thought they'd found a good spot for a quiet pint. One of the two tables took the whole thing in good humour and even joined in when asked to, the other COMPLETELY ignored me. Even when I dedicated Being Happy Doesn't Make You Stupid to them and got the whole crowd to LOOK at them whilst singing the "Hey There Emo Boy" bit - STERLING work!
The Fight For History got cheers rather than DISGRUNTLEMENT this time, I managed to remember the words for Sod It, Let's Get Pissed and there was even a big CHEER when I announced The Lesson Of The Smiths, but my FAVOURITE bit was when I got everyone to join in with the Music Of The Future bit in Do The Indie Kid. To me, it was VERY VERY FUNNY INDEED, also, of course, A HAPPENING.
I really did have a lovely time, and then continued to do so for the next couple of hours with MUCH CHAT with LOVELY people and also DELICIOUS BEER - the GRATE thing about being in The Interval was that it was all REAL ALE so although today I am a little woozy and WIND POWERED I am not, technically speaking, particularly hungover. This may also be due to the recent installation of an ENOUGH ALARM, which goes off in my brain when it's time for me to go to bed. It went off just after midnight, so I said my farewells and headed home.
I was hoping a lie-in, but as we know, that wasn't to be - it was the only disappointment of a BRILIANT day out!
posted 6/5/2008 by MJ Hibbett
It was truly a GRATE time last night and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Can't believe the number of people singing "Hey there emo boy, give us all a smile" though!
Oh, and as my : people doing the dance steps to Do The Indie Kid. Hurrah!
The Moonshine real ale was on top form as well - excellent!
posted 6/5/2008 by Warren
Gah, sorry I missed it, chief! I went walking in that Peak District earlier on and made myself too jiggered to go back out again later. I don't know how you young people cope with all this pop music!
posted 7/5/2008 by Pete Green
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