by philipchevron Sun Jul 08, 2007 4:05 pm
Flippin' bass players - they can never be dissuaded from wearing on their wrists those silly "Yes Mr Security Man, I really am the person it says I am on this" gig ID bracelets. (Everyone else throws them away immediately or tries to sell them to their wives on the black market later). If your staff don't know who you are, they have no business being on your payroll.
Still, looks like we managed a bit of a light show this time for a change. I am reliably informed that drummer Johnny demanded more lights for his spanking shiny new drum set and that lead guitarist Petey Holidai resisted furiously, preferring to keep my centre mic lighting fixed on my usual position, even, nay, especially in my absence, except for the couple of songs ("Kitty Ricketts" and "Faithful Departed") that Gav Friday actually performed in my stead on the night, all parties displaying horrifically sterotypical positions in the process. (Including, incidentally, the silenced Lead Singer, reduced to petty sniping from the safety of his laptop 400 miles away).
Thank the Lawd for Steve Rapid, still challenging rock hierarchies after all these years. No wonder he invented Irish punk rock.
[quote="johnfoyle"]Photos here -
http://www.sebastiandooris.com/Gallerys ... Space2007/[/quote]
Flippin' bass players - they can never be dissuaded from wearing on their wrists those silly "Yes Mr Security Man, I really am the person it says I am on this" gig ID bracelets. (Everyone else throws them away immediately or tries to sell them to their wives on the black market later). If your staff don't know who you are, they have no business being on your payroll.
Still, looks like we managed a bit of a light show this time for a change. I am reliably informed that drummer Johnny demanded more lights for his spanking shiny new drum set and that lead guitarist Petey Holidai resisted furiously, preferring to keep my centre mic lighting fixed on my usual position, even, nay, especially in my absence, except for the couple of songs ("Kitty Ricketts" and "Faithful Departed") that Gav Friday actually performed in my stead on the night, all parties displaying horrifically sterotypical positions in the process. (Including, incidentally, the silenced Lead Singer, reduced to petty sniping from the safety of his laptop 400 miles away).
Thank the Lawd for Steve Rapid, still challenging rock hierarchies after all these years. No wonder he invented Irish punk rock.
