What an epic event at The Stomach last night! I always love playing at The Tum for several reasons, some of which are: you reach a different crowd than at a pub because it's All Ages; the sound system is top-notch; the staff are blimmin' awesome; I get to see new bands; and the shows are generally earlier, so I have time afterwards for a cup of tea and a read before bed. (That's Rock'n'roll Survival Tip #39, yours for free today from TurkbyTone Rekkids!)
I hope to have some photos soon, but in the meantime, you'll just have to picture this in your brainpan.
The BTE open the show (yay!) As usual, I talk quite a lot and forget how my own songs go. My newly-minted cardboard crown won't stay on my head properly so I let people in the audience wear it. Someone wins a damn fine crappy vinyl album with my writing on the front in Vivid marker. MacDeth and McBOOOm rock mightily, like towering mounds of basalt and dinosaur bones.
Because I talk too much crap, we have to cut the last two songs from our setlist, which means I forget to do the now-obligatory lolly scramble.
In the spirit of mentoring the younglings (to steal a phrase from Star Wars), I suggest that the next band, the Impediments, might like to do a lolly scramble with the lollies I had prepared earlier. It puts a warm glow in me cockles to see them gleefully take up the mantle.
Black Chrome, The Impediments and Reclusia all rock hard, and add up to a nicely eclectic evening.
I collect the BTE cardboard merch stand - the night's takings come to a massive $0. I bank this on the way home, filling out receipts for Jim Keltnenhausen to audit in the morning.
Then it's home for a Rooibus tea, a shaz, a little light reading (guitar magazine reviewing gear that I can't afford), and then bed, complete with cat trying to sleep on my neck.
It's the best! It's the best! It's the best! Swampfest!
Until I have some photos, I'll put a clip of the BTE playing at Medusa in Wellington, which was a great gig too, but could have been more sweaty...
I hope to have some photos soon, but in the meantime, you'll just have to picture this in your brainpan.
The BTE open the show (yay!) As usual, I talk quite a lot and forget how my own songs go. My newly-minted cardboard crown won't stay on my head properly so I let people in the audience wear it. Someone wins a damn fine crappy vinyl album with my writing on the front in Vivid marker. MacDeth and McBOOOm rock mightily, like towering mounds of basalt and dinosaur bones.
Because I talk too much crap, we have to cut the last two songs from our setlist, which means I forget to do the now-obligatory lolly scramble.
In the spirit of mentoring the younglings (to steal a phrase from Star Wars), I suggest that the next band, the Impediments, might like to do a lolly scramble with the lollies I had prepared earlier. It puts a warm glow in me cockles to see them gleefully take up the mantle.
Black Chrome, The Impediments and Reclusia all rock hard, and add up to a nicely eclectic evening.
I collect the BTE cardboard merch stand - the night's takings come to a massive $0. I bank this on the way home, filling out receipts for Jim Keltnenhausen to audit in the morning.
Then it's home for a Rooibus tea, a shaz, a little light reading (guitar magazine reviewing gear that I can't afford), and then bed, complete with cat trying to sleep on my neck.
It's the best! It's the best! It's the best! Swampfest!
Until I have some photos, I'll put a clip of the BTE playing at Medusa in Wellington, which was a great gig too, but could have been more sweaty...
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