firehazard wrote:No thanks at all to the idiot who threatened the whole event by throwing beer over the mixing desk.
Is that what happened? I heard the sound go at about 8:40pm with a loud pop, and when the band still were not on stage after 9:30 I was getting very concerned.
Still when they came on they did make up for it. Although saying that, it did seem to take them a while to really get going, or was it just me (I had had a really crap evening up to that point)? The sound system was a bit like listening to the band in a large goldfish bowl.
Gotta say that Philips performance of Thousands Are Sailing has to be the best I have ever heard. It realy seemed to get the whole crowd going, following a heartfelt plea for the Justice for Kirsty campaign (I hope all Medusans gave generously). Definately the song of the night. Thanks for that Philip, it really is appreciated by the paying punters when an artist really gives it his all like you did.
It was great to hear Kitty, was a bit dissapointed by the version of Auld Triangle (it seemed a bit rushed) although still very welcome. Noticed that there was no Waxies or Poor Paddy. Was that due to the late start? In fact was there a couple of songs missing due to time constraints.
Special mention has to go out to Christina, who was the only Medusan I met last night (despite wearing my T-shirt - thanks DZM). We met in Nandos before the gig.
BTW Christina - sorry if I seemed a bit distracted when you came in but I was in the middle of a difficult phone call (it was to do with the fact that I had been having a crap evening). Never made it to the Canturbury as I wanted to check out the support act, who I must say were the best support band I've seen at a Pogues Re-union (I think it is time to drop the re-union bit now).
And as for the pissed up skinhead with tattoos, who was down the front (slightly to the left). You are a right cunt, you were hitting people over the head with your bottles, falling over every five seconds... in the end I gave up trying to pick you and just trod on your bollocks in an attempt to prevent you from breeding. You and all the other tossers who cannot handle your drink should stick to your chav nightclubs throughout little Britain. Don't get me wrong, I like a good mosh pit as much as the next saddo, but there are limits.
Also - did Andrew throw a drumstick into the crowd? Somehow I ended up with one, but I do not remember him throwing it.
Despite everything, there was something about that gig that made it all worthwhile. It was a frustrating night in many ways, but strangely satisfying. I might sound like a moaning git, but I kinda enjoyed it. And Shane was definately in great form, with lots of banter with the audience and other band members.
Same again next year?
