Monday 29th September 2008 posted by TJ
Our recent trip to London (AKA James's journey through Hell) warrants a blog page by the man himself but, until he gets around to it, here's the general jist of what went down last Saturday/Sunday.
We set off from Cornwall in the late afternoon- it's a gorgeous day so we're not too bothered about the drive to London. I'm traveling with Jimmy and Louise and we take the opportunity to listen to our newly-mastered album which, naturally, sounds fantastic. James is piloting his own vehicle.
Then we get The Call from James: there's a problem with the drive shaft (basically, this is a bad thing and involves lots of rattling and clunking noises.) A recovery service is called and a guy shows up who, it transpires, once picked up Madonna (but didn't recognize her) and may or may not have been making moves on James's traveling companion.
There's a tense period of waiting. Is the gig on or off? It looks like James might be okay if he drives slowly but less than an hour later we get another call: the noise is worse. We call the venue- we may have to call it off. However, after several games of phone tennis and a car swap, he makes it to the Camden Barfly just in time. We set up and line check in record-breaking time.
The room is ridiculously hot and the audience are almost certainly not about to start shaking their booty to The Shark (as much as we'd like them to.) I try to help cool them down by emptying my on stage liquid supplies over them- it's a gesture not appreciated by everyone.
We hand out free CDs, badges and a few people get lost in the music (which, really, is all we ask) and we leave the stage 30 minutes later united in one thought: we need to buy a van. We head off (so it seems) barely after we arrive, through the fog and arrive home around 7am. When I finally wake up it's nearly dark again. C'est la vie! |