Somewhere over the dinner table.
Sooo: I did a superb gig Sat night, it was for cancer research in Battersea Park Millennium athletics stadium and was kind of a day of folk type singers with a couple of small unsigned bands thrown in for good measure.
I'd forgotten just what a pain in the arse some ( not all ) new bands can be, especially after working with professionals all summer.
Note to new bands: A sound check is there for one reason and one reason only.
To get your on stage sound right for your gig later on.
It is therefore NOT ( see the big NO in NOT ) a time for you to:
The mad thing about it was the final act. It was around 9:30pm and the Sun had set. The stadium flood lights had been on for a good hour and the promoter made the venue turn them off while a bunch of people placed candles around the perimeter of the running track.
Then there were a bunch of people talking about cancer research followed by a minutes silence and then ( my fave bit ) This opera singer came on-stage and sang Somewhere over the Rainbow, kinda brought a lump to my throat as I lost both my parents to cancer about 7 years ago. All a bit moving methinks. It really did sound superb as her vocals bounced around the local tower blocks.
All good.
Sunday I went to Bibi's house where she threw a superb dinner party for fourteen ( yep fourteen) of her friends.
If the way to a mans heart is through his stomach...
Then this girl is completely fucked!! [read: reverse sarcasm]
She has this habit of bringing people together who are total opposites in every way.
I guess it's that half Italian large gathering of friends and family gene thing going on.
I ain't complaining
We all drank and played poker till the early wee hours of the morn.
I stayed Sun, we hung out yesterday and I stayed again last night.
Hmmm!
The man who saved the world ( A true but very scary story )
OK, I'm going food shopping
Laters
I'd forgotten just what a pain in the arse some ( not all ) new bands can be, especially after working with professionals all summer.
Note to new bands: A sound check is there for one reason and one reason only.
To get your on stage sound right for your gig later on.
It is therefore NOT ( see the big NO in NOT ) a time for you to:
- Rehearse
- Show the world just how good you and your band think you are?
- Trawl through your full set (yawn!!)
- Show the world how much of a brilliant Guitarist/drummer/vocalist/recorder/triangle player you've become after five minutes of learning your instrument in your bedroom. (hint: you're not!!)
- A time to fuck around for an hour or so, completely screwing up the following bands sound checks??
- And...Definitely not a time for you to be telling me that your guitar/bass/violin sound isn't right and can I fix it? Answer: NO... I JUST MAKE YOU LOUDER, THE REST IS UP TO YOU! IT'S YOUR FUKIN BAND YOU KNOW!!!
The mad thing about it was the final act. It was around 9:30pm and the Sun had set. The stadium flood lights had been on for a good hour and the promoter made the venue turn them off while a bunch of people placed candles around the perimeter of the running track.
Then there were a bunch of people talking about cancer research followed by a minutes silence and then ( my fave bit ) This opera singer came on-stage and sang Somewhere over the Rainbow, kinda brought a lump to my throat as I lost both my parents to cancer about 7 years ago. All a bit moving methinks. It really did sound superb as her vocals bounced around the local tower blocks.
All good.
Sunday I went to Bibi's house where she threw a superb dinner party for fourteen ( yep fourteen) of her friends.
If the way to a mans heart is through his stomach...
Then this girl is completely fucked!! [read: reverse sarcasm]
She has this habit of bringing people together who are total opposites in every way.
I guess it's that half Italian large gathering of friends and family gene thing going on.
I ain't complaining
We all drank and played poker till the early wee hours of the morn.
I stayed Sun, we hung out yesterday and I stayed again last night.
Hmmm!
The man who saved the world ( A true but very scary story )
OK, I'm going food shopping
Laters
posted by london cokehead at 4:17 pm
8 Comments:
Bit harsh on unsigned bands? I usually find them very polite and will do what you say - not wanting to offend.
It is the ego ridden bands that want a rehearse a million tracks before.
Also...I bet Soundmen give new bands more of a raw deal then new bands do to soundmen.
ALSO! Don't you hate!!! (I do with a passion) anyone that complains about the on stage sound at a show. Your live - get used to it if you can't play without hearing the second vocalist big fucking deal you shouldn't be on stage in the first place.
Rah
Yeah I guess.Although it doesn't apply to all new bands.
Yes I do hate, especially with guitarists who can't seem to work out that; My big Marshall stack ( turned full up) is twice the size of the stage wedge... so how come I can't hear my vocals??
Doh!!
Was the food that bad then??
No Jo,not at all. Guess sarcasm doesn't work that well in print!
Well reverse sarcasm anyway!
Haha whoopsy...sarcasm tends to lose some of its force somewhat in text :D
We really need to run through our whole set, to see if we need to cut or add any songs.
Yes butchie, yes we do!
I thought about dropping:
My mother was an axe weilding ferret
killer (till she discovered pretzels.)
For:
The blueberry pie song ( no it's not..yes it is!).
Wadda ya think?
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