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06-05-2014 – Gurlie rawk

Hey gang

Another weekend off for the mighty Angel Up Front rawk machine, although a busy week in the “other projects” world; Dem and I trundled down to the dear ol’ Bierkeller to catch the debut gig from Lou’s up-and-coming gurlie rawk originals outfit Stripped – and mighty fine they were, too. Ladies, we salute you!

And, this Thursday, is the album launch party bash for Stuart’s alt-art-politico-agit-prop (I don’t actually know what that last one means, but is kinda sounds good) urban neo-prog activists, The Real Kings Of Spain. Ben spent the weekend at the Temples metal-fest down in town. Me? I cut the grass… READ MORE

22-04-2014 – Wiggly Girl

Hello, my little Easter bunnies!

Well, after a rather nice weekend off, with absolutely nothing of interest to report (if I can’t remember it, then either I’ve had an absolutely brilliant time, or nothing happened – and since I appear to be in possession of both my eyebrows, and what appear to be my own clothes, I must assume the latter), let’s get straight on with the coming weekend’s gigs –

Saturday 26th – Queen Vic, Stroud
Well, just the one, then, this weekend, but it’s a doozy. We usually manage to enjoy ourselves at this place – rather a lot, as it happens. Although, come to think of it, it’s been a while since the locals pulled off any particularly impressive feats of amusement – apart from the regular attractions, of course. Stu and Ben are probably even now keenly anticipating their next viewing appointment with the sensuous writhing limbs of Wiggly Girl. I keep telling them, eventually, they’ll go blind… READ MORE

14-04-2014 – Bunny up special

Yo ho ahoy!

Well, yet another busy weekend, back in Bristol again on Friday (anyone would think we lived here or something) and a jolly time was had by all at the Red Lion in Staple Hill; we even had a Special Guest between sets, as young Hannah, one of Lou’s music students, got up and sang a few numbers playing Lou’s keyboard (yes, we’ve gone all multi-instrumental-when-we-remember-to-bring-it-along now, folks), and beautiful stuff it was too. I was rather touched to hear one of the barmaids saying “Oh, she’s so sweet, I wants to take ‘er ‘ome with me…”; and no little surprise when her colleague elbowed her sharply in the ribs and hissed, “You can’t do that, not after last time…” READ MORE

07-04-2014 – Jumping around wacked wireless

Mornin!

Well, back to Fishyponds again this week. This time to the dear ol’ Railway Tav, and it was lovely to see some ol’ mates again, as well as some newer ones again (yo, Tiff!).

We had a bit of an iffy start, as three songs in, my “jumping around like a twat” behaviour caused me to accidentally punch my wireless transmitter, which resulted in it (not entirely surprisingly) refusing to co-operate any more. Unfortunately, the bag with all the spare leads in was safely stashed outside in the van (ironically, to make room for said jumping around like a twat), so to get operational again I had to steal the lead out of Lou’s keyboard. Still, she will get to play it again soon… READ MORE

31-03-2014 – Not a clue what e’s on about special

Yowsa!

Well, that almost felt like a weekend off, only the one gig, and it was even in Bristol, so we didn’t get home too late… except of course, that they shifted the clocks, so that in effect we got back too late anyway. Poor Lou was a very tired little bunny by the end of the night; still, the “playing with keyboards” experiment went rather well, apart from being a little bit of faffy rearranging of the stage in the middle of a set. Not to worry, I’m sure we’ll get the hang of things eventually. READ MORE

24-03-2014 – You can never have too many wings, hats and jelly edition

Oy!

(actually, that was supposed to be a “Yo!”, but I mistyped it. Never mind.)

So, Friday night at the Trout in Keynsham; a bit quieter than usual; possibly the rain hammering down put off some of the more lightweight lager drinkers.

Still, the place was jumping quite nicely by the end. Lou had brought a few of her pals along, which was good to see, and had also decided to spring a little surprise on Ben and myself, in the shape of one enormous and ornate sombrero (which was plonked on me whilst playing), and one teeny-tiny one which was deposited onto Ben’s bonce at the same time. READ MORE

17-03-2014 – Touching special

Hey gang

Yet another busy weekend in the world of rawk’n’roll… frankly, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to keep up much longer…

Friday night at Queen Amy’s Railway Tav, and another fine gig from diva (that’s pronounced “divver”, by the way) daughter, and most of the Wessex chapter of Dem’s family came along to watch. Lil really is getting the hang of this rock’n’roll thing, to the point of looking out for where the chip shops are on the way in to the gig, so you don’t have to wander around looking for them afterwards. READ MORE

11-03-2014 – Broken string & turkey hat

Aloha, homeys!

Well, what a marvellously bizarre weekend that was. Friday started off innocently enough, there weren’t many punters in the Tap & Barrel in Swindon, as we arrived and set up.

“Oh well”, we thought, “Perhaps it’ll liven up in a while”.

It did, when two of the punters suddenly started fighting right in front of us – for no discernible reason, as far as I could see; although they were both sufficiently inebriated that reason was one of the last things that was going to have any bearing on matters… READ MORE

04-03-2014 – Exploding Tambourine Extraveganza

Hey folks

This’ll be a short one, I’m afraid, as it’s late already and I keep having to inconvenience myself for work at the moment… Bah!

Still, a weekend full of the usual rawk’n’roll weirdness, madness, and deaf and destruction; including this week the tragic loss of our auxiliary percussion equipment; consisting of a tambourine which Lou plays in one of the songs (I can’t for the life of me remember which one); and which, on Saturday was lent out to a particularly enthusiastic audience member at the Golden Fleece in Bath; “Bring it back, mind”, Lou warns him. READ MORE

27-02-2014 – Late

Aye oop

Well, a jolly fine night for Lily up the Clothears Arms in Stroud; I was impressed to see Lil’ has learned something from her dear ol’ Dad; in this case how to pick on your band mates while they can’t retaliate. Thus it was that, just as I launch into a big emotional epic Gary Moore guitar solo, Lil deftly attaches a large comedy bow tie around my neck while my hands are full, and I’m unable to fend her off or remove it until the end of the song.

Dat’s my girl!

Of course, it will be a few days before she’ll be allowed to sleep in the house again. READ MORE