November
Fri 3rd - Fambridge Marina
Had I been here before? A stale familiar smell when entering through the front door, the customers blankly staring at me, have I done this before here? Do I know these people?
Reminded by friendly faced people who played other instruments (the band), the relief workers (Roadie so bad), biased family members, and people I just can't remember their names......I'm sure I should have seen tumble weed.
A beatiful set created by the finest craftsman who holds wooden sticks to hit things, lots of metal strings and feet tapping, dusty wooden floors, I should have had my spurs on...
'Play us a new song'.....I heard them cry? but what's new to someone I have never seen? it's all new?!?! With chills running down my spine, we played until the harmonic pitches of the guitars in unison wanted to make you shed a tear, the floor grumbling with the sound of the bass, the rhythum that the man with sticks made, and least forgetting vocals which made people want to give us blank cheques and underwear (keep the undies, cheques only please!)
A phenominal experience, a phenominal gig, I'm unsure to the paranormal activities lurking in the club house, but I think it might be something like the film 'THE VILLAGE'.....come back and see us here....if you dare....MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAAA.....
Fri 3rd - Fambridge Marina
Had I been here before? A stale familiar smell when entering through the front door, the customers blankly staring at me, have I done this before here? Do I know these people?
Reminded by friendly faced people who played other instruments (the band), the relief workers (Roadie so bad), biased family members, and people I just can't remember their names......I'm sure I should have seen tumble weed.
A beatiful set created by the finest craftsman who holds wooden sticks to hit things, lots of metal strings and feet tapping, dusty wooden floors, I should have had my spurs on...
'Play us a new song'.....I heard them cry? but what's new to someone I have never seen? it's all new?!?! With chills running down my spine, we played until the harmonic pitches of the guitars in unison wanted to make you shed a tear, the floor grumbling with the sound of the bass, the rhythum that the man with sticks made, and least forgetting vocals which made people want to give us blank cheques and underwear (keep the undies, cheques only please!)
A phenominal experience, a phenominal gig, I'm unsure to the paranormal activities lurking in the club house, but I think it might be something like the film 'THE VILLAGE'.....come back and see us here....if you dare....MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAAA.....