I'm a hog for you baby

Following on from our time in Belfast it's been 3 gigs in 3 days with 3 different bands for your humble narrator...

Friday evening saw The Uppercut return to The Dolphin for the latest in our 'once-every-six-weeks-or-so' series of gigs. We'd ran through several potential additions to the act in rehearsal on Monday night - in the event we added 'You Wear It Well' (a bit scrappy I thought) 'Feel Like Making Love' (much better) and 'Jumpin' Jack Flash' (the best of the bunch) as well as bringing back several songs that we'd not played there for a while. It had been a very hot day and with Wimbledon on the telly audience numbers were down a bit on our last gig there but there were still more than enough people to make it all worthwhile - indeed as we were leaving Noel the guv'nor asked me to call in the next few days to add some more dates through the Autumn; he aslo said that he'd been running the pub for 24 years on December 3rd and that he'd like us to play on that night so I guess we must have done something right. I thought Roger played particularly well - his drumming in 'Superstition' drew a lot of compliments from all and sundry, and the number is becoming a real highlight in our show with much improvisation from all concerned.

A hog roast may not be the most obvious event for a mamby-pamby poncey vegetarian like myself to say that they found enjoyable, and it's fair to say that I probably wouldn't have found myself at such an event if I hadn't been playing at it; that said Andover Rugby Club on Saturday night was the scene of much merriment, due in part to the appearance of The Briefcase Blues Brothers. Joining Mario and Chris (Jake and Elwood) were Kylan on bass and Wayne on keyboards, along with Scott on drums (he normally plays for Pendragon!) and Gabriel on trumpet. There was also an anonymous saxophone player who didn't seem in the least bit interested in talking to me, even when I told him during the interval that I thought he was playing well. Perhaps I wasn't jazz enough for him? ('I'm a blues trumpeter' said Gabriel cheerily when I recounted this to him. Good man.) The promoter Steve distinguished himself by referring to the Elvis act that was on before us as 'Dave The Plumber'; Dave himself was a bit of a character who told me afterwards that he recently did a 10 hour Elvis show in aid of Help For Heroes. When getting changed for the show Chris discovered that he'd forgotten to bring a white shirt (essential for a Blues Brother if you think about it) and at one point it was looking as though he'd have to go onstage wearing Wayne's grey polo shirt. Eventually the asking around paid off and a suitable garment was found, and with him and Mario at the helm we played 2 sets to an increasingly appreciative audience, many of whom began our performance sitting on bales of hay neatly arranged in rows in front of the stage and ended it dancing wildly down the front. Judging by some of the audience antics I'd guess that the all-day bar had been popular... excellent!

It's been ages since the last Chicago Blues Brothers theatre show (come to think of it, it's been ages since any CBB show!) but Monday night's gig at The Eden Court Theatre in Inverness was a great show to come back with. Our flight from Luton Airport was delayed for an hour but was generally fairly uneventful apart from that - well, I thought it was, although the couple with the sporadically noisy baby in the same row as me declared it to be the 'worst they'd ever experienced'. We did land with a it of a bump but I didn't think it was too bad apart from that. When we went through to collect our baggage an announcement informed us that the 'baggage belt had jammed' - Squirrel and myself joked weakly about it being caused by our guitars, which fortunately turned out to be untrue although the security man wouldn't let us have them until we'd opened them to 'show him what was inside the case'. Not necessarily a bad thing I suppose, but a very serious chap all the same.

Matt and Mike are in the hats and glasses, Squirrel's on bass, Chris is in for Ian on keyboards, Steve's behind that drums instead of Marc, Pete's along to keep everything running smoothly and for the first time we've got local lads Matthew and Glenn on saxophone and trumpet. Equipment has been provided by the excellent Highland Backline Company - I've got a Fender Hot Rod Deville combo to use, a fabulous-sounding amplifier which inevitably proves to be too loud for the job in hand. It ends up with the volume set at just over one out of ten, with the soundman worried that 'it still might be a bit loud'. Bah! In the meantime with four deps in the band (albeit with two that have played the show many times) sound check is more of a rehearsal which seems to take ages, although we all agree that it's worth it to get things sounding good. We finish with an hour-and-a-bit to spare before the show is due to start so there's time to get something to eat and drink before getting ready for the show - and what a show it is. Matt and Mike are on fine form, getting the audience involved more-or-less from the word go, and the band rise to the occasion giving a performance that has pretty much the whole audience on it's feet by the end. Great stuff.

After getting changed and saying goodbye to the theatre staff it's off out to see if anywhere is still open. Mike was in town a couple of months ago and suggests we try The Hootanany which turns out to be a good choice - when we arrive a young man called Fash is entertaining the audience (who are once again seated in neat rows) with an acoustic guitar and what were presumably his own songs. For his last song a couple get up to dance which amuses both him and the rest of the assembled multitude. It seems that we weren't the only act in town to have a good night.

Monday morning and after a few hours sleep at the local Travelodge it was back to Luton once again - this we were asked to open our guitar cases before they'd let them on to the aircraft - and after a slightly bleary afternoon it was time for a Flying Squad rehearsal. We're supporting The Small Fakers at Tropic At Ruislip next Friday (15th) and if we play as well as we did in the studio we should be in for a good show, although somewhere in the back of my mind is the saying 'good rehearsal - bad show, bad rehearsal - good show'. Something like that, anyway. I think I'll leave it in the back of my mind. Best place for it.

And yesterday I recorded some guitar for... well, more about that another time.

Third time lucky?

What better way for your humble narrator to continue the euphoria of the previous evening than with an impromptu gig at the Load of Hay last Sunday, when I joined Alan (vocals) and Pete (guitar) from The Good Old Boys for a spontaneous acoustic set. Actually it wasn't totally spontaneous - Grant the landlord had been running a weekend in aid of the Help For Heroes campaign, and had asked The 'Boys to play; when only Pete and Alan were available we came up with the idea of trying something a bit different. With no rehearsal possible due to time constraints we met at the bar around 7.30 to see what we could come up with to play - we decided to start with a couple of Good Old Boys numbers then see where it took us, a policy which could have all gone horribly wrong... it turned out to be a really good gig (I wouldn't be writing about it here if it had been terrible!) with us playing for much longer than we were originally supposed to. Alan came up with the name The Ricardo Brothers (or is that Richardo or even Rikardo?) for reasons best known only to himself and Grant offered us a gig at the end of May. Excellent!

Monday evening saw the first Upper Cut rehearsal for some time, at Bush Studios in Shepherds Bush. Our drummer Roger has been out of circulation for a while so it was a chance to get some new songs together as well as running through a few flash points from our standard repertoire. Of the new material 'Hold Back The Night' turned out to be the surprise of the night; we based our version on the Graham Parker and The Rumour recording which features a horn section as well as an introduction played on two harmonised guitars - I managed to find this clip of them playing the song on YouTube the next evening which enabled me to see what Brinsley Schwarz and Martin Belmont were playing, as well as making an attempt at playing something that suggested the horn parts especially in the run-up to the chorus. It turned out well enough for us to try it out at the weekend's gigs, the first of which was on Friday at The Halfway House in Rickmansworth. We were due to play there back in December but it got cancelled because of the snow - judging by Friday's gig it could turn out to be a good venue for us, with Rusty the guv'nor promising us 2 more shows this year after a performance that wasn't without it's shaky moments but that received a good audience reaction and even a fair bit of dancing. When a band hasn't played together for a while there are always going to be a few things that go wrong - we started 'Knock On Wood' before Terry the bass was ready (he was blowing his nose!) and missed a couple of cues here and there but overall it was a good show for Roger to return with.

Saturday saw us brave Sweeneys in Ruislip for a show that was nowhere near as enjoyable as the one the previous evening. We've played there twice before and there's been a fight both times - this time that thankfully didn't happen (or if it did then it happened outside or before we got there) but the atmosphere was as unpleasant as ever. When we got there we were told that '2oo drunks' had just left (it was St. George's Day after all) and most of our first set was played to a sparse but actually quite appreciative audience, although an odd moment occurred during 'Knock On Wood' (again!) when a chap from the audience invited himself up onto the stage to sing a few lines then walked from the stage straight out of the front door. Maybe he had a cab waiting? By the time we started our second set the place was full (and I mean full) of impressively built young ladies looking for a footballer or two to help them start off their modeling career, alongside any number of less impressively built young men anxious to assure them that it actually them that they were looking for. A couple of girls get on to the stage (why do they keep doing that?) during 'Maggie May' - I think it was more of a case that they wanted everyone to see them rather than thinking that they could somehow contribute to the performance - which set the tone for the rest of the gig, with people walking up and talking to Terry while he was trying to sing and a clearly totally out-of-it guy with a rather disturbing Afro hairdo deciding that he knew all the words to 'You Really Got Me' (he didn't) then spending most of 'Hold Back The Night' attempting to remove my glasses from my face. Moments like this are always very difficult - I'm not a violent person (although I've a funny feeling that I'm about to sound as though I am!) but I just felt as though I wanted to flatten him; the problem with that is that his 40-or-so mates who are laughing at his antics will then of course want to flatten me, which is obviously not a good position to be in. I looked across at the bouncers - they weren't even looking at the stage (and of course if I'd have walloped Mr. Afro they'd have clobbered me, not him - funny old life sometimes isn't it?) so I did what I've had to do in every other situation like this - humour him and wait until he gets bored, all the while thinking 'WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF?' Not a good moment, and not a good gig. Our set ended to no audience reaction whatsoever - we packed our gear away then braved the pavements outside, threading our way through young men swearing on their mother's life and young women swearing generally. Roger and myself both declared that we wouldn't care if we never set foot in the Godforsaken place again, and I still feel the same now. This really upsets me as I love to play the guitar and whatever else Sweeneys might be they are a venue for live music at a time when such places are disappearing left, right and centre - but I can't help thinking that the people who go there would still do so whether there was a band on or not... and maybe that's the problem here; in a place like Sweeneys people aren't there to see a band so they consider it to be just something to be toyed with (let's face it, anyone who wears glasses is there to be laughed at, right?) like everything else that magically appears in their little World. And anyway, I'm sitting here agonising over the evening's events whereas they've long since forgotten it all. Perhaps I should do the same?!?

Then again I've just (just!) got back from playing an informal show at a party in Horsepower Hairdressing supremo Adam's back garden - myself and the two Terrys ran through a fair bit of the Upper Cut's material with Adam's mate Steve playing along on a cocktail drum kit. Great fun, friendly people - in short it was everything that Saturday's show wasn't. Ah well - you can't win 'em all, but at least the ones that you do win make up for the ones that you don't. Well, I think they do.