The Medusa Fora

JamesFearnley wrote: This sort of behaviour is called goal-hanging.

It certainly is. But you're right, it could have come from either of us. I think I made the quip in passing, as is my wont. Darryl flagrantly steals gags that appear not to have landed properly first time and recycles them. God be with the days when all we stole from each other were cigarette lighters and Swiss Army knives.

See you in Chicago, James.

See you in Chicago, my friend.

philipchevron wrote:

soulfinger wrote:"We were forced to play a defensive pattern all night, Brian."

It would be remiss of me not to point out that it was I who said this, not Darryl.

I deemed it genius from the title alone; before the chapter was up and it was falsely attributed. It now vies with the Salmon in the Usk for the number one spot for me...........and anyway...............Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation. (Oscar Wilde - De Profundis)

Three, two, one... go. Medusa presents the instalment with the imposing number 44. Read about the irresistibility of Darryl’s diet, the intricacies of Jane’s bomb, the pleasantness of skull-rubbing and especially about the incompatibilty of drinks and mixing desks, which can turn a gig into an ordeal.

"Watch McQueen slap Ali McGraw about" - Manchester to London

Zuzana wrote:Three, two, one... go. Medusa presents the instalment with the imposing number 44. Read about... the incompatibilty of drinks and mixing desks, which can turn a gig into an ordeal.

Thanks once again. It's still hard to comprehend how close the gig was to being cancelled, even though we had a good view of what was going on. Myriad thanks are due to the techie guys for saving it.

You can tell James is a Northerner - I was also brought up on the School of thought that if you are feeling a bit shitty then a steaming hot bath does the trick!!

where is the mixing desk in brixton academy?

Within easy throwing reach of someone with a Pint of beer by the sound of it!

Anonymous wrote:where is the mixing desk in brixton academy?

Just about right in the middle of the standing area.

Maybe the sound mixer should have a big umbrella next time YOU KNOW THE ONES USED BY PEOPLE WHEN THEY ARE FISHING A BIG FUCK OFF BROLLY THAT WOULD KEEP THE FUCKING BEER OFF.

dawson wrote:Maybe the sound mixer should have a big umbrella next time YOU KNOW THE ONES USED BY PEOPLE WHEN THEY ARE FISHING A BIG FUCK OFF BROLLY THAT WOULD KEEP THE FUCKING BEER OFF.

Our mixing desk is always positioned where the Front Of House engineer (usually Paul Scully) can get the optimum sound for people all over the room. As far as I can see from my limited knowledge of the process, this is a delicate enough negotiation without adding garden furniture to the mix. As you will know from walking under a brolly in the rain, they deflect sound downwards, so Paul would have at best, a corrupted impression of the sound in the room.

No, better people should just not throw beer at the desk.

We will be increasing a security presence at the desk in future (not that it has been lacking in the past) and if this ever happens again, we will bring the full force of the law to bear on the culprit. Try to imagine how you would have felt if we'd had to cancel that show at 9.30 pm. Worse, try to imagine how you would feel if the cancellation took an ugly turn among the crowd.

A bit of fairytale reading for the upcoming weekend: Snow White and the Seven Dwarves
But instead of messing with jealous queens and charming princes, you’ll learn about the joys of playing with vacuum cleaners, the importance of having bottle-brushes, the Sunny Side of the Street that got a bit cloudy, and first-rate snow angels.

Backstage, Shane wants to know who put the blue-shirts’ flag up there on the drum riser.

‘It’s not a blue-shirts’ flag!’ Spider says. ‘It’s the Basque flag.’

‘Oh.’

Blocked sinks... the complexities of opening Christmas crackers... lightning-speed photo sessions... the horrors of having the frontmen locked in their hotel rooms... All that and much more waiting to be explored! Where? In The Big Roundy Building On The Park.

Get carried away by haunting memories, explore the adventures of drainpipe climbers, and learn about the Russian invasion of the mighty city on the Thames. In other words, welcome to Londongrad!