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doubleshiny) wrote2008-02-24 10:40 pm
doubleshiny) wrote2008-02-24 10:40 pm
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Panic On The Streets Of London
Oh Brixton.....Not been there for years and unfortunately my hotel was a billion miles away so I just got there in time for The Cribs.This tour has seemed a bit weird to me - it's the crowds, and knowing that some people are not there for The Cribs, which is an unusual feeling. It's kind of a relief that it's all over and now we can get back to proper tours.
Went to the front but the ever swelling tide of knobheads pushing round were making it hard to stand up. Having worked all day then travelled for four hours to get here and walked all over bloody Kings Cross looking for the world's best hidden hotel I was in no mood to stand and be elbowed repeatedly by some idiot. I stood at the front for about half and hour and then headed towards the back to find somewhere to stand where I could actually see something.
The back of a Cribs gig is a strange place, I've never been there before! People were actually standing still while songs like Hey Scenesters! were playing, it was really surreal. There were definitely some people there who had been guestlisted and didn't want to be there because they were just chatting - yes, actually chatting! - while the band were playing. 'Sod this for a lark', I thought and went back into the melee where there was a bit of atmosphere. The lads were playing brilliantly but they didn't seem to be having much fun, they looked a bit tired.
Be Safe was excellent, there had been rumours that Lee Renaldo was going to be coming on stage in person to sing it but that didn't happen. I don't know if it ever was but I think if it had transpired I might have passed out with pleasure and been stretchered out. Incidentally, this is the first Cribs gig I have been too where I have been in no way injured, so something of a milestone for me, though I did miss the adrenaline of not knowing if I'd survive the night. (A bit dramatic maybe, the last injury was a piffling scratch to the hand from a broken plastic cup, not exactly Keith Moon territory).
Afterwards headed to the afterparty thing at Jamm in Brixton with my mate Clarry. There were a couple of really good bands playing and the Cribs were supposed to be DJing but that never happened so we got Russell from Bloc Party. He was alright I suppose, throwing in some superbly cheesy 90s dance music, but there was an indie crowd there being treated to trance and a lot of people wandered off until he relented and played something singable. Jamm's a good place, and the crowd there were really friendly and happy, not like the deplorable poseurs you get in some London clubs on Fridays.
So it's the end of the tour, I've travelled over 600 miles, spent a fortune, seen four superb Cribs performances, been branded by the worlds biggest stamp courtesy of the Jing Jang Jong, been scratched by Shippo's cat, drunk my weight in bitter and vodka and come out the other side. Same time next month then.....
Went to the front but the ever swelling tide of knobheads pushing round were making it hard to stand up. Having worked all day then travelled for four hours to get here and walked all over bloody Kings Cross looking for the world's best hidden hotel I was in no mood to stand and be elbowed repeatedly by some idiot. I stood at the front for about half and hour and then headed towards the back to find somewhere to stand where I could actually see something.
The back of a Cribs gig is a strange place, I've never been there before! People were actually standing still while songs like Hey Scenesters! were playing, it was really surreal. There were definitely some people there who had been guestlisted and didn't want to be there because they were just chatting - yes, actually chatting! - while the band were playing. 'Sod this for a lark', I thought and went back into the melee where there was a bit of atmosphere. The lads were playing brilliantly but they didn't seem to be having much fun, they looked a bit tired.
Be Safe was excellent, there had been rumours that Lee Renaldo was going to be coming on stage in person to sing it but that didn't happen. I don't know if it ever was but I think if it had transpired I might have passed out with pleasure and been stretchered out. Incidentally, this is the first Cribs gig I have been too where I have been in no way injured, so something of a milestone for me, though I did miss the adrenaline of not knowing if I'd survive the night. (A bit dramatic maybe, the last injury was a piffling scratch to the hand from a broken plastic cup, not exactly Keith Moon territory).
Afterwards headed to the afterparty thing at Jamm in Brixton with my mate Clarry. There were a couple of really good bands playing and the Cribs were supposed to be DJing but that never happened so we got Russell from Bloc Party. He was alright I suppose, throwing in some superbly cheesy 90s dance music, but there was an indie crowd there being treated to trance and a lot of people wandered off until he relented and played something singable. Jamm's a good place, and the crowd there were really friendly and happy, not like the deplorable poseurs you get in some London clubs on Fridays.
So it's the end of the tour, I've travelled over 600 miles, spent a fortune, seen four superb Cribs performances, been branded by the worlds biggest stamp courtesy of the Jing Jang Jong, been scratched by Shippo's cat, drunk my weight in bitter and vodka and come out the other side. Same time next month then.....