I once did the scratching for an 80s-style electro act called Majik 12,
in front of a jam-packed Cork Opera House at the Guinness Jazz Festival some years ago. We were third or fourth from the top of the bill (after us came The Herbaliser and Grooverider - who was a fucking knobend) on the Saturday night despite being utterly unheard of, because we had a crew of b-boys from Dublin hired to liven up the (otherwise non-existent) act. This went down a storm, we were on Irish telly I believe - and the act had not and never did actually release a record. All a bit odd for that reason.

I have also played guitar for shoegazing also-rans Revolver in a packed venue in Bergen, Norway - in the old Nazi missile store which featured in the Cockleshell Heroes war film. Everyone fucking loved it* - even though my borrowed guitar went utterly out of tune, I panicked, turned the volume off and mimed.

I got paid absolutely nothing for either gig but they were both a superb laugh and I have fantastic memories of both.

The end.

*it was the University's end of term bash so there were a good 500 totally pissed up Scandies singing their hearts out along with some songs I'd never heard before we began rehearsing.

PS I have quite a few other equally tedious yarns from having a regulat slot at the Social in Turnmills in that there London, to DJing for a week at the Transylvanian International Film Festival but they are not that interesting - and of course I will be called a QOTW liar anyway so I shall spare you.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 19 Aug 2011, 16:58, 1 reply)

Heaven sent an angel
is a tune. respeck.
(Alfonso Bongo BELL AIRE HORSE EXTRAORDINAIRE, Fri 19 Aug 2011, 19:05, closed)