I'm getting old... I can feel the shadowy grip of death extending its ice cold grasp around me heart and spreading through the rest of my near paralysed body.
Oh no wait. That's just a hang over.
What a weekend! WHAT a weekend!
Friday we went Catholic and went to Rose Thorn for a fish curry before skipping down the road like over eager teenagers to go and watch the Fetish Re-union Show at Mercury. Glory! Glory! Halle-Motherfucking-Lujah! I was proud to be an old geezer. Memories of many a happy night, being mesmerized by this quintet came streaming back, much like the tears of sheer delight I was struggling to hold back. It was incredible. It was a thrill and an honour. I was treated (and I say "I" because Fetish has the unique ability to make me think they're performing only for me in my little bubble of narcissistic amazement) to a stellar show - so much more than I had dreamed it would be. The anticipation was completely overwhelmed by the scale of their brilliance. Michelle was stunning, as were the rest of them. They have certainly not let the years spin any cobwebs. Their trademark moments of introspection were still evident, but the translation of the entire package is more vital, more urgent, and a shitload more... full bodied! A fine wine indeed. A night that will not be forgotten. Some piccies...
Saturday and the prospects of a very long day indeed loomed. Tuning and packing up a gazillion guitars takes some time. Transporting a few tons of gear to a venue (mercifully nearby) takes some time. Unloading and setting up - the same. Sound checking and going through stage change overs - even longer. In the end, and after much fretting and frustration, it was time for the curtains to be raised on our much anticipated 'Symphonaire Infernus' show...
It was BRILLIANT! Technical difficulties be damned. The venue was packed. The band was putting so much into it that I thought at some points some individuals were going to expire. The energy and exhilaration shared between musos and audience was dripping with the blood, sweat and tears of genuine emotional investment - and enjoyment...
It was everything I had hoped it would be and more.
To Lord Doom, Half Pint, Biggie, Matt Daemon, TDB, Rose Thorn, Scoot, THE Ryan Higgo and JDP, it was an honour and a privilege.
To Tarty, Mein Sohn, Agent Smith, Herr Grun and Niel The Sound Genius - thank you for everything you did to help make the evening such a wonderful success.
Needless to say, my house currently looks like a Paul Bothner storage warehouse.
Yesterday there was no point in getting out of bed, as the aftermath of the show was making its presence felt very strongly and I am always very mistakenly under the impression that tequila is the only correct answer after a gig. Generally under the stewardship and strong suggestion of Tarty Farty Tequila Party and The Dean.
Still, back to Rose Thorn we did troop for Sunday dinner, which was a delightful Moroccan Chicken affair.
It was a monumental weekend of musical majesty. To quote the new lord of the ladies, my good friend Matt "Little Spoon" Daemon: LET'S DO IT AGAIN! SOON!
NGDG: "Happy birthday, Emma Watson. Now you can use that 50p and the telephone number I gave you."
Spread The Love. Doom Over The World.