I arrived to collect Sid, and on getting out of the car discovered that my feet had actually frozen. They were completely solid, so I stumbled to Sid's front door! He got in the car, having commented eloquently on the extreme cold, and we discovered neither of us knew where we were going. Tom Tom it is then.
We found the bar with minimal difficulty, and it was a really nice place, all cosy and with lots of nooks and crannies. I spied Hoegaarden and a big comfy seat actually in the fireplace. I was a happy chicken. We settled in to wait for Neil and Ben to arrive, and had a sneaky look round to see if we could spot Sid's stalker. He had (rather foolishly) just invited his entire Facebook friends list to the gig, so had inadvertently invited her. I wish she'd been there, it would have been hilarious.
Neil and Ben arrived in quick succession, followed, amazingly by one of Ben's mates. We stared in disbelief at the poor unfortunate, who in spite of claiming to be Ben's mate , refused to snuggle up to him in the fireplace, which left Ben and me. It wasn't actually that comfy. I sat on a stool instead. It was far less exciting than the fireplace.
Surprisingly enough, at this point there was still no sign of a sound man or a promoter, so as usual we had to find a way to pass the time until they arrived. Sid consumed a couple of pints of 'student' (cider and black), Ben and I insulted each other and Neil sat and watched whilst looking disapproving, mostly because he had established that there was a Jamie Culllum album on loop on the CD player. He's rubbish. It had also started to snow. I informed Ben that it wouldn't stick. He asked me if my degree in music included meteorology. I shut up.
We finally collected an organiser and got up on stage for the start of our set. Ben checked his mic by calling me a bitch. Situation normal there then! The guys closed the curtains and drew the blinds. There was a moment of concern as to why this was! We managed to completely fluff up the beginning of 'Set my Alarm for 7…' which is a real achievement. It was Sid's fault. Neil says it's my fault. Ben wasn't playing or singing. I still blame Sid, though I secretly suspect it may have been me. That's not so secret now though, it it?!
About half way through our set people started to leave. We hadn't thought we were that bad, and carried on regardless. No more peope left, so we assumed we'd got better, the 40 minute set did seem to go on for ages, and it was with some relief I began my babble about our free CD before the penultimate song. In fact my babble was so Kerry Katona-esque that the rest of the band just started playing. Again, I shut up!
By the time we finished the set we stuck our noses outside and the damn snow had stuck. October, and a good inch of snow on the ground. We stayed around chatting for a bit and then headed home. I nearly ended up on my ass about 7 times, navigating ice in heels is evidently not sensible. We got back to the car to find it a bit buried. I opened the door with the windscreen wipers going. I got snow all over my seat. It was cold. Then we got lost trying to get out of Basingstoke. Thankfully Sid thought my shocking navigational abilities were amusing.
All in all we didn't play our best, but it was a good evening all the same.
Kat
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