by Carole on Tue Nov 03, 2009 11:44 am
OK - so stop talking about me!!!!!
Filling in some blanks -
The set list I wrote down faithfully - all the way up my arm!!!!!! And since I have had a wash (or two) since then, I'm afraid I can't read it any more! But I did write it on a bit of actual paper the next day in your kitchen Fran - look on the table next to the thing-o you got from your last jaunt to see the LOM/AtoA people!!!!! Lemme see if I can remember any more (in no partiular order)
Let's get married
Life with you
Blood on your hands
Born innocent
Should have been loved
Burn your playhouse down
Whole wide world
There's no doubt (I think)
Letter from America
500 miles
Sean
When you're in love
Cap in Hand
Joyful Kilmarnock blues
Sunshine on Leith
Theres a touch
I'm on my way
and another two from the new album - Fran? Names? There were at least 20 songs, so there are a few I missed - anyone care to fill it in further?
In the pub before it was really nice to see Buddy and Aldo again - not sure if they remembered me really (been a long time after all) - much beer has flowed under the bridge in the interim..... And sav blanc on my part too! But they were very pleasant, as were the "lighting guy", and his mate (sorry, didn't catch your mane), plus Fran's two new friends - who were game enough to give her their email addresses...! I can't talk - we slept together the first night we met after all....!
Buddy left the pub just in the nick of time (well, he'd done all the work that afternoon, who can blame him for having a sherbet or two?!?!?) - leaving in his wake only 'the enigma', a vague sense of wonderment (was his tall tale really true?!?!), a promise to deliver the note (not sure if he did, the tyke!), and a faint smell of chloroform...
So off we went to the venue - after being frisked TWICE on the way in (very security conscious of them) - and after Fran had 'misplaced' her ticket and backstage pass (note to self - first place to look next time - in the bra!) - and re-found them - we located our seats - luckily placed on the end of a row (handy for the toilets - remember much beer had been consumed) - and more or less in the middle of the house - in the Gods as Fran mentioned, but none the worse for that! The lighting looked great from where we were - not that great for photos, but good for the naked eyeball - didn't stop me taking pix though needless to say!!! I particularly liked them in torquoise...!
The gig itself was great - need I say more??!!?!? Remember, I have had a drought of 5 and a half years (looooong time...) and you might expect me to be easily pleased, but I think in this case, absence does make the heart grow fonder - I think I had forgotten just how professional and tight a band they are, and how much of an effort they make to get it all right - I didn't spot a single fluffed chorus or duff note - and I don't think I was looking through rose tinted NHS specs here - they were just as impressive as they were 5 years ago - age shall not weary them nor the years condemn. They (like a good cab sav) only improve with time - long may they reign!
We were in no particular hurry to leave our seats, as we were going to go say hi backstage (thanks again to Tom).
But eventually we made it through to the backstage meet n greet area. The usual suspects were there - some people I had met before, some I hadn't - finally met the fragrant Zac - pleasant enough, but probably slightly in awe of me(!) - I never know what to say - just stand around like a stuffed mullet - sorry - I'll be less catatonic next time, I promise! And Clive was a newbie to me too - seems like a lovely guy! And Gary-John and Stevie (awright?) - were both pretty relaxed out there on the wee (wobbly..!) balcony - I was scared to step out there in case it just dropped like one of those rides at Alton Towers...! Again, I was so shy, I didn't get to make too great an impression - but there's always a next time - we shall blame the jet lag, OK?? Just wait till you get over to my hometown - Let me take you out on the tiles here, and you will see a thing or three!
Anyway, as always, the night was too short, and all too soon it was time to wend our weary way home to Fran's - where I was amused to see her cat had taken up residence in my flight bag - try explaining that to Border Security...! I almost never made it through customs....
But here I am, back to auld claes and purritch again, and storing up my energies, so I can make the most of my next appointment with what I can still safely say (in spite of their prolonged absence from my life) are my favourite live act. All my old emotions and memories of other shows in the dark and distant past came flooding back, and I thoroughly enjoyed rekindling the fires. The embers are now smouldering away, waiting till the time when I will blow them gently, and fan the flames to life once more - ready to barbecue a kangaroo in their honour this summer! Ah canny wait!
Dust, anyone?