Excuse me while I blow the dust off of this place, I just realised how much I have neglected it in favour of the excellent WorldNewsVine.net, where I post a blog on politics and world news.
I just returned from a week long tour with the always awesome Sucioperro, and decided to let you in on the fun... Although I only got back yesterday evening, and I am still recovering from the amount of craziness we got into... I find myself at work, where I should have been finished about 30 minutes ago, but some big table of adults and their annoyingly loud kids, which is made worse by the fact the the parents don't seem to care about them running around a cafe that serves hot food and hot drinks... So far no accidents, but the night is young.
Anyway, putting aside my hatred of noisey children, the tour was great... It was also my first since the summer as I had kind of given up the ghost, I had lost whatever you need to deal with the day to day boredom, politics and general bullshit you have to put up with from people in the many venues around the country. I decided to figure it out on the road, a sort of therapy, and with the exception of being put in a room that tested me to the limit of what I can mentally handle in regard to my mild case of germaphobia, I dealt pretty well with the whole thing...
It obviously helps when you love the band (and it's members) you tour with, I know many people who went from doing what I do (helping out friends) to working with anybody for money, which is a fate worse than death to me, I tried it and it was not fun... too much like real work, but without the luxury of your own bed every night.
This was a very short tour, supporting an Australian band called 'The Living End', who were real nice fellows, and an English band called 'Failsafe' who were rocking and super nice guys, and it went past really quick, before I knew it I was home and contemplating the hell I am currently in... Working late on a Friday night when I should already be home eating the haggis my housemate Becky has cooked for me... Instead I have to plaster on a fake smile and pretend that I could give a fuck about the people who are keeping me late, having a good dining experience... I honestly couldn't, I just want them fed, watered and fucking gone.
The tour took us to Leeds cockpit, Glasgow G2, Manchester Academy, Birmingham Academy and The Forum in London. The last venue was great, lots of space to store gear while it was not in use... Which was a massive difference to the previous night in Birmingham, where all the spare space seemed to be taken up by cunt stewards and their massive fucking egos... Seriously if you are a steward whats with the attitude? Is that part of the job or is it something you were born with. I don't want to be in Birmingham, I certainly don't want to be near half these stewards, so how about fucking off long enough for me to sell some merch, pack up get in the van have a smoke and leave... Only remembering these places exist when I return. Instead I am rushed out, along with the punters who bought a ticket, and want to buy a CD at the end... Not cool.
Once again I underestimated the size of the headline band, as I hadn't heard of them, and I am not exactly clued up on the Oz music scene... for obvious reasons, but this band were polished and rocking... I wasn't a big fan of the music but they sure put on a show. The venues were pretty big, and there was a fairly serious fanbase... A lot of "punks", who for some reason still all dress the same, completely ignorant to the fact that everyone dressing the same does not individuals make. Whatever. Some of them were cool, some of them were wanks, like the big Ozy with the beard at the Forum, total prick...
Sucio rocked, as usual, they do get more rocking every time I go out with them though... Which has got to be intimidating to other bands, and the current line up is so rocking it makes you wonder why they didn't figure it out sooner.
The road was navigated by a new friend Doug, and his lovely new van, that unlike the last one, didn't smell like a tramp had died in it. Everything went too quick though... It's maybe because I am already back at work, but I realised in my own bed last night that it was the first time in a while that I wasn't glad to be home from tour, rather I wanted to be back out, even if it meant dealing with scenester sound and monitor dicks, or egomaniacal prick stewards... Sometimes you just have to deal with these people in order to try to get to the point where you completely forget they even exist.
Before I sign off, I just want to go on record about something.
Fuck Burger King, their burgers are no where near as good as McDonalds, and they are 3 times the price, they never have any ready in the services and they make you feel shite, it is because of their shit food that the Amsterdam space cake I saved for the road home, ended up just making me feel more shitty.
I have gone off subject something wild, I will no doubt I will give you actual info about the band and tour when/if I remember what the fuck happened.
