Twattery
Nigella Pussycat says: Tell us about utter twats doing remarkably twatty things. Or have you ever done something really twattish to a friend, loved one or pet? In summary: Twats
( , Thu 12 Apr 2012, 13:30)
Nigella Pussycat says: Tell us about utter twats doing remarkably twatty things. Or have you ever done something really twattish to a friend, loved one or pet? In summary: Twats
( , Thu 12 Apr 2012, 13:30)
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Fire & Forget reminds me - gigs
Went to see Natacha Atlas. For those that don't know, she's a very pretty French-Egyptian lady, who sings that Arabic sort of wailing stuff, and both her singing and her are absolutely lovely. In the 1990s she fronted a digi-dub dance band called Transglobal Underground, and they were ace, and where my story starts, they were supporting her (by then the two were separate entities) at Hackney Empire, recently (then) refitted to contain state-of-the-art sound systems for live performance.
TGU play a smashing set, and then steadily drop down in tempo and volume, as the lights lower, and the crowd anticipates Atlas' arrival.
She comes onto stage in a hooded gown, and starts singing imperceptibly softly, building up slowly, accompanied only by bass and hi-hat. It's mesmerising and the audience are transfixed at the subtle beauty of her voice, the colours of the lights, and beautiful atmosphere of the song.
Four or five people away to my right and behind, a cockerney voice loudly pipes up, "OH FER FACK'S SAKE THIS IS ALL VAT FACKIN' PAKI TAXI DRIVER MUSIC INNIT? FACKING CANTS!"
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New Model Army gig, early 1990s at Shepard's Bush Empire. For those that don't know, it's a theatre-turned-music venue, and as such has all the classic rows of seats, and tiers, including the gods. Sadly I'm in the gods, but hey ho.
The place is rammed with goths, punks and crusties of various orders, all having a beer and a lovely time. It was when you could smoke in the bar, and of course a couple of cheeky ciggies were being smoked while in seats.
ONE security guard is running up and down "Put that out, sit down, you can't drink that, go to your seat, no smoking, move that ... "
When the band came on, the entire audience stood up to hail them, and said security guard continued to run up and down trying to tell everyone to sit down.
Kudos to him for trying, I suppose.
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Massive Attack, Shepard's Bush, 2009. So packed friend and I are sitting in the aisle. This is cool with everyone.
They start playing Angel.
Just as it gets to the drop; "Love you love you loveyouloveyouloveyouloveyouloveyou" bloke squeezes between mate and I with fucking beers from the fucking bar "SORRY LADS MIND IF I GET THROUGH THERE?".
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White Lies, last year, Shepard's bush. The band come on, start playing, we stand up, start boogying, the couple behind us angrily tell us to sit down. We tell them to sod off. He goes to get the manager, comes back with the manager, absolutely everyone but the girlfriend is standing up dancing, she has an absolutely desperate look of nonchalance on her phisog.
Other people shouldn't be allowed to go to gigs.
( , Tue 17 Apr 2012, 13:05, 10 replies)
Went to see Natacha Atlas. For those that don't know, she's a very pretty French-Egyptian lady, who sings that Arabic sort of wailing stuff, and both her singing and her are absolutely lovely. In the 1990s she fronted a digi-dub dance band called Transglobal Underground, and they were ace, and where my story starts, they were supporting her (by then the two were separate entities) at Hackney Empire, recently (then) refitted to contain state-of-the-art sound systems for live performance.
TGU play a smashing set, and then steadily drop down in tempo and volume, as the lights lower, and the crowd anticipates Atlas' arrival.
She comes onto stage in a hooded gown, and starts singing imperceptibly softly, building up slowly, accompanied only by bass and hi-hat. It's mesmerising and the audience are transfixed at the subtle beauty of her voice, the colours of the lights, and beautiful atmosphere of the song.
Four or five people away to my right and behind, a cockerney voice loudly pipes up, "OH FER FACK'S SAKE THIS IS ALL VAT FACKIN' PAKI TAXI DRIVER MUSIC INNIT? FACKING CANTS!"
----
New Model Army gig, early 1990s at Shepard's Bush Empire. For those that don't know, it's a theatre-turned-music venue, and as such has all the classic rows of seats, and tiers, including the gods. Sadly I'm in the gods, but hey ho.
The place is rammed with goths, punks and crusties of various orders, all having a beer and a lovely time. It was when you could smoke in the bar, and of course a couple of cheeky ciggies were being smoked while in seats.
ONE security guard is running up and down "Put that out, sit down, you can't drink that, go to your seat, no smoking, move that ... "
When the band came on, the entire audience stood up to hail them, and said security guard continued to run up and down trying to tell everyone to sit down.
Kudos to him for trying, I suppose.
---
Massive Attack, Shepard's Bush, 2009. So packed friend and I are sitting in the aisle. This is cool with everyone.
They start playing Angel.
Just as it gets to the drop; "Love you love you loveyouloveyouloveyouloveyouloveyou" bloke squeezes between mate and I with fucking beers from the fucking bar "SORRY LADS MIND IF I GET THROUGH THERE?".
---
White Lies, last year, Shepard's bush. The band come on, start playing, we stand up, start boogying, the couple behind us angrily tell us to sit down. We tell them to sod off. He goes to get the manager, comes back with the manager, absolutely everyone but the girlfriend is standing up dancing, she has an absolutely desperate look of nonchalance on her phisog.
Other people shouldn't be allowed to go to gigs.
( , Tue 17 Apr 2012, 13:05, 10 replies)
you should come to one of my band's gigs
You'd definitely be the only one there then.
You can even bring your dog.
( , Tue 17 Apr 2012, 13:18, closed)
You'd definitely be the only one there then.
You can even bring your dog.
( , Tue 17 Apr 2012, 13:18, closed)
Thursday at 9 PM
in The Deers Leap in Morriston, Swansea.
Free entry to the gig and only the cost of a pint of Strongbow to enter our drummer.
( , Tue 17 Apr 2012, 13:44, closed)
in The Deers Leap in Morriston, Swansea.
Free entry to the gig and only the cost of a pint of Strongbow to enter our drummer.
( , Tue 17 Apr 2012, 13:44, closed)
the same twats
Who half ruined Pokey Lafarge at Bush Hall, constanly shouting Whiskey Tonight, having a bit of a thump and getting himself kicked out.
Twat
( , Tue 17 Apr 2012, 13:30, closed)
Who half ruined Pokey Lafarge at Bush Hall, constanly shouting Whiskey Tonight, having a bit of a thump and getting himself kicked out.
Twat
( , Tue 17 Apr 2012, 13:30, closed)
Transglobal Underground
thanks. I had one of their songs aaaagggeess ago on my mp3 player. I lost it, and forgot it was on there when i tried to replace the music.
I havent heard this track:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sfgdjfgtJw4
in ages..
thanks for the reminder :) Its great
( , Tue 17 Apr 2012, 13:41, closed)
thanks. I had one of their songs aaaagggeess ago on my mp3 player. I lost it, and forgot it was on there when i tried to replace the music.
I havent heard this track:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sfgdjfgtJw4
in ages..
thanks for the reminder :) Its great
( , Tue 17 Apr 2012, 13:41, closed)
I was at the Pulp Gig for the Teenage Cancer Trust a few weeks ago.
Everyone to a man was dancing. Apart from two people on the row behind, two people to my left, and two to my right. I've seen more life in a morgue. And one of them asked who Richard Hawley was.
:(
( , Tue 17 Apr 2012, 14:40, closed)
Everyone to a man was dancing. Apart from two people on the row behind, two people to my left, and two to my right. I've seen more life in a morgue. And one of them asked who Richard Hawley was.
:(
( , Tue 17 Apr 2012, 14:40, closed)
Nah, they had the token guy with cancer up on stage with Roger Waters, just after Cat's Eyes played.
I don't think I've heard anyone so Welsh in all my life.
( , Wed 18 Apr 2012, 10:02, closed)
I don't think I've heard anyone so Welsh in all my life.
( , Wed 18 Apr 2012, 10:02, closed)
I never understand why people go to gigs to have a conversation about their day. Go to the pub if you want a chat don't annoy everyone else by conversing loudly about what cardigan you wore to work that day!
Why are the Cambridge music crowd so reluctant to move is this a fashion dictate I missed somewhere "must look underwhelmed and stand very still"?
Also why is the sound at the SBE so crap?
( , Wed 18 Apr 2012, 14:41, closed)
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