So we left you in St Albans... which turned out to be one of the best gigs of the tour. Cheers to everyone at the gig. It was a right laugh. Big cheers to Hansi and Bill the soundman. The gig itself was slightly sad because it was the last one, and we'd had such a ball on the tour. Cheers so much to Ginger for having us along. And to Scott 'The Cat' Metzger for very rapidly becoming one of my favourite Americans (that is a huge compliment). Scott is one of those Americans who realises the brilliance of his homeland but doesn't go overboard about it, and his constant positivity and humour makes the two weeks fly by. Top man and we miss him already.
St Albans will remain in our memories for two reasons - the great gig and the mental curry after. We're a bit late turning up for our order and all 12 of the staff are sitting in the window waiting for us to arrive. They are brilliantly hurried and almost throw the coffees after at us. It was a marvellous curry, though.
Then back home to Leeds, which is a bit of an anti-climax after two weeks of pop n'roll fun. Thanks so much to everyone who's been so bloody lovely over the past couple of weeks. Which is just about all of you. Please keep in touch!
Inevitably when it's the four of us out on the road this will become more amusing, so keep tuned in.
All the best and thanks again. We literally couldn't have done the tour without you.
Eureka Machines x
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Penultimate Blog
Hello,
So we left you in Nottingham. I was going to try update this more often, but what with playing two sets a night (and therefore two soundchecks), selling merch, travelling and so on, we've not really been on the 'net.
Nottingham was a bit weird. The audience at the front were lovely - and seemed to enjoy it. But there were a bunch of people at the back talking very loudly throughout both our and Ginger's sets. I can understand why they might during our set - they hadn't come to see us, after all - but during Ginger's? Why pay £x and then chat with your mates all the way through? All it does is impede the other people in the crowd's enjoyment of the gig. Plus, Junktion 7 in Nottingham has a very nice bar downstairs where you can gas and natter to your heart's content. It's disrespectful to the people who are trying to listen and it's disrespectful to the bands. Anyway, you play to the people who have come to see you rather than the ones who haven't, so we enjoy ourselves all the same... apart from our collective illnesses:
Chris:
Nasty cold
Allergies
Bad knee
Sore throat
Toothache
Davros:
Cold
Awful cough and sore throat
Fucked foot
Knackeredness from working every day and then doing a gig every night
Aww, diddums. A lovely girl in the audience throws me a packet of Lemsips for which we are very grateful. Thank you. That's just about the cutest thing anyone's ever done for me during a gig. Actually, it's the second, but I can't tell you the first because I found out yesterday my mum reads this thing.
Anyway it was fun as it always is in Nottingham, but if you were one of the talkers - it's cool if you don't like our band - that's fine. But please don't impede other people's enjoyment, go to the bar or something.
We go back to the hotel after the gig and sleep our knackers off. Davros and I are generally sharing a bed on this tour, and we manage to get through four nights before one of us ends up putting their arm round the other in their sleep.
Worcester is next up, and we arrive nice and early to take Scott Metzger, Ginger's guitarist on this tour and all-round nice guy, to Worcester Cathedral, which is beautiful. I am often drawn to wonder whether Motley Crue got up to similar rock n'roll antics.
The gig is another one frequented by talkers. Again, go hang out in the bar bit, or something. Once again, though, the people who have come to listen are bloody lovely, and we sell another shitload of stuff. Cheers Worcester. Marrsy, the venue owner, seems to like us, and we like him and his venue too. See you again! The Best Guitarist In The World Jase Edwards comes to say hello, but won't get up on stage with us to do Jimmy Webb's Wichita Lineman. The Best Song In The World performed by us and The Best Guitarist In The World would have been a very cool thing, but Jase quite understandably just wants to enjoy the gig. Top man.
Exeter is maybe the best gig of the tour so far. Ace venue, and lovely audience. Damian our wonderful website guru comes so we swag him up good and proper with a shirt and some CDs. He will never know just how grateful we are. There's some comedy hecklers here... 'Comedy' doesn't necessarily mean 'funny' though.
Us: 'Hi, we're Eureka Machines'
Pissed guy: 'Uuuurghhaachhllammaaaa'
Us: 'Sorry?'
Pissed guy: 'Uuuurghhaachhllammaaaa!!!'
Us:
There's often just nothing you can say. A great one was in Nottingham during Ginger's set:
Pissed Woman: 'GINGER!'
Ginger: 'Yeah?'
Pissed Woman: 'GINGER!!'
Ginger: 'What?'
Pissed Woman: 'GINGER!!! WATER!'
What does this mean? And why does she shout it? Heckling's brilliant. (Sometimes.) We're not drinking on this tour, partly out of solidarity for our sober brothers Ginger and Scott, partly because it makes the next day easier and mainly because we play better sober. But being sober shows just how dull you are when you're drunk.
Exeter is cool though, with an amazing sound (thanks Alex!) and lovely room. Nothing comedy happens. Nothing comedy has really happened on this tour.
London has high points and low:
HIGH
It's a great gig
There is a very special moment in one of the songs, where everyone in a room of 300 people is totally silent, for which I will be grateful for for all time
Rock Sound and Classic Rock are here to review it
Banter factor is high
Shane the soundguy is the most positive and enthusiastic soundguy in the history of soundguys
LOW
The tour car gets broken into and Scott's bag gets nicked
Pissed bloke nearly falls all over Ginger's son Jake during his set
We do a trawl up and down the streets to see if the bag is about, if it's been rifled through and chucked, but no luck. Which is a shame, but Scott remains ever-positive and we joke about how some smackhead must have been disappointed with his stinking t-shirts. It puts a dampener on a night that had already had a dampener when some bloke tried to get on stage and nearly toppled into Ginger's kid Jake. It's one thing falling all over his pedals, mic stand, or for that matter him, but if you're gonna fall into his son, he's gonna (rightfully) protect him. If you can't handle your ale, don't drink. At least not in public, anyway.
Brighton tomorrow which is great. Davros and I introduce Scott to the joy and wonder of fish and chips. If you ever get chance to show an American mushy peas, please do. It will enrich your day. Great gig tonight. Jon Poole turns up and brightens up everyone's day with his own peculiar brand of heavy petting. He gets up with me and we do an acoustic version of the God Damn Whores/Cardiacs fans' fave Silvery. Later he has a piss through my legs. I miss that guy.
Last night was Winchester. Kerrang came down to review this gig, but I made a fatal error by eating a fuckload of pasta about one hour before we play. This leads to the songs being played half the speed they should be, and the banter being enforced to a minimum. Still, it's great fun, and the guys and gals down the front seem to enjoy themselves. The venue is gorgeous and Hugh the soundguy (and his assistant Phoebe) do us proud once again. Cheers guys. Top night. Tim 'Cardiacs' Smith comes to see us and gets legendarily pissed. Another legend called Tim is down the front singing along to every word of our set. Albeit about two seconds after we'd sung them. Tim just needs a bag, then the picture is complete.
Oh and Winchester sees us selling our tea bag. This is Hot News. In Leicester I was really bored and set up a tea bag that I'd used on our merch table, putting it up at a fiver, for a joke. A bloke came up to me and said, utterly seriously, 'You'll never sell that'. Which kind of missed the point. But it set something off in me that made me desperate to sell it. It went to superfan Steve and his daughter, who also bought a t-shirt and a bunch of CDs. Cheers guys.
Tonight is the last date of the tour in St Albans and it will be fun, but tinged with a slight sadness at not having any more gigs for a bit, and also at saying goodbye to Ginger, Scott and Jane. I'd never met Scott before this stint, and I can honestly say he's an absolute diamond bloke who I hope to keep in touch with and work with again. And a brilliant guitarist with some face-melting licks. Fire it up!
This tour has been brilliant for us - selling nearly 500 CDs and going back to Leeds with almost 1000 new names on the mailing list. Seriously and with all sincerity, thanks to everyone we've played to on this tour.
I'm off for a fag now, because this ended up being about twice as long and half as funny as I'd intended.
We Love You.
Chris + Davros x
So we left you in Nottingham. I was going to try update this more often, but what with playing two sets a night (and therefore two soundchecks), selling merch, travelling and so on, we've not really been on the 'net.
Nottingham was a bit weird. The audience at the front were lovely - and seemed to enjoy it. But there were a bunch of people at the back talking very loudly throughout both our and Ginger's sets. I can understand why they might during our set - they hadn't come to see us, after all - but during Ginger's? Why pay £x and then chat with your mates all the way through? All it does is impede the other people in the crowd's enjoyment of the gig. Plus, Junktion 7 in Nottingham has a very nice bar downstairs where you can gas and natter to your heart's content. It's disrespectful to the people who are trying to listen and it's disrespectful to the bands. Anyway, you play to the people who have come to see you rather than the ones who haven't, so we enjoy ourselves all the same... apart from our collective illnesses:
Chris:
Nasty cold
Allergies
Bad knee
Sore throat
Toothache
Davros:
Cold
Awful cough and sore throat
Fucked foot
Knackeredness from working every day and then doing a gig every night
Aww, diddums. A lovely girl in the audience throws me a packet of Lemsips for which we are very grateful. Thank you. That's just about the cutest thing anyone's ever done for me during a gig. Actually, it's the second, but I can't tell you the first because I found out yesterday my mum reads this thing.
Anyway it was fun as it always is in Nottingham, but if you were one of the talkers - it's cool if you don't like our band - that's fine. But please don't impede other people's enjoyment, go to the bar or something.
We go back to the hotel after the gig and sleep our knackers off. Davros and I are generally sharing a bed on this tour, and we manage to get through four nights before one of us ends up putting their arm round the other in their sleep.
Worcester is next up, and we arrive nice and early to take Scott Metzger, Ginger's guitarist on this tour and all-round nice guy, to Worcester Cathedral, which is beautiful. I am often drawn to wonder whether Motley Crue got up to similar rock n'roll antics.
The gig is another one frequented by talkers. Again, go hang out in the bar bit, or something. Once again, though, the people who have come to listen are bloody lovely, and we sell another shitload of stuff. Cheers Worcester. Marrsy, the venue owner, seems to like us, and we like him and his venue too. See you again! The Best Guitarist In The World Jase Edwards comes to say hello, but won't get up on stage with us to do Jimmy Webb's Wichita Lineman. The Best Song In The World performed by us and The Best Guitarist In The World would have been a very cool thing, but Jase quite understandably just wants to enjoy the gig. Top man.
Exeter is maybe the best gig of the tour so far. Ace venue, and lovely audience. Damian our wonderful website guru comes so we swag him up good and proper with a shirt and some CDs. He will never know just how grateful we are. There's some comedy hecklers here... 'Comedy' doesn't necessarily mean 'funny' though.
Us: 'Hi, we're Eureka Machines'
Pissed guy: 'Uuuurghhaachhllammaaaa'
Us: 'Sorry?'
Pissed guy: 'Uuuurghhaachhllammaaaa!!!'
Us:
There's often just nothing you can say. A great one was in Nottingham during Ginger's set:
Pissed Woman: 'GINGER!'
Ginger: 'Yeah?'
Pissed Woman: 'GINGER!!'
Ginger: 'What?'
Pissed Woman: 'GINGER!!! WATER!'
What does this mean? And why does she shout it? Heckling's brilliant. (Sometimes.) We're not drinking on this tour, partly out of solidarity for our sober brothers Ginger and Scott, partly because it makes the next day easier and mainly because we play better sober. But being sober shows just how dull you are when you're drunk.
Exeter is cool though, with an amazing sound (thanks Alex!) and lovely room. Nothing comedy happens. Nothing comedy has really happened on this tour.
London has high points and low:
HIGH
It's a great gig
There is a very special moment in one of the songs, where everyone in a room of 300 people is totally silent, for which I will be grateful for for all time
Rock Sound and Classic Rock are here to review it
Banter factor is high
Shane the soundguy is the most positive and enthusiastic soundguy in the history of soundguys
LOW
The tour car gets broken into and Scott's bag gets nicked
Pissed bloke nearly falls all over Ginger's son Jake during his set
We do a trawl up and down the streets to see if the bag is about, if it's been rifled through and chucked, but no luck. Which is a shame, but Scott remains ever-positive and we joke about how some smackhead must have been disappointed with his stinking t-shirts. It puts a dampener on a night that had already had a dampener when some bloke tried to get on stage and nearly toppled into Ginger's kid Jake. It's one thing falling all over his pedals, mic stand, or for that matter him, but if you're gonna fall into his son, he's gonna (rightfully) protect him. If you can't handle your ale, don't drink. At least not in public, anyway.
Brighton tomorrow which is great. Davros and I introduce Scott to the joy and wonder of fish and chips. If you ever get chance to show an American mushy peas, please do. It will enrich your day. Great gig tonight. Jon Poole turns up and brightens up everyone's day with his own peculiar brand of heavy petting. He gets up with me and we do an acoustic version of the God Damn Whores/Cardiacs fans' fave Silvery. Later he has a piss through my legs. I miss that guy.
Last night was Winchester. Kerrang came down to review this gig, but I made a fatal error by eating a fuckload of pasta about one hour before we play. This leads to the songs being played half the speed they should be, and the banter being enforced to a minimum. Still, it's great fun, and the guys and gals down the front seem to enjoy themselves. The venue is gorgeous and Hugh the soundguy (and his assistant Phoebe) do us proud once again. Cheers guys. Top night. Tim 'Cardiacs' Smith comes to see us and gets legendarily pissed. Another legend called Tim is down the front singing along to every word of our set. Albeit about two seconds after we'd sung them. Tim just needs a bag, then the picture is complete.
Oh and Winchester sees us selling our tea bag. This is Hot News. In Leicester I was really bored and set up a tea bag that I'd used on our merch table, putting it up at a fiver, for a joke. A bloke came up to me and said, utterly seriously, 'You'll never sell that'. Which kind of missed the point. But it set something off in me that made me desperate to sell it. It went to superfan Steve and his daughter, who also bought a t-shirt and a bunch of CDs. Cheers guys.
Tonight is the last date of the tour in St Albans and it will be fun, but tinged with a slight sadness at not having any more gigs for a bit, and also at saying goodbye to Ginger, Scott and Jane. I'd never met Scott before this stint, and I can honestly say he's an absolute diamond bloke who I hope to keep in touch with and work with again. And a brilliant guitarist with some face-melting licks. Fire it up!
This tour has been brilliant for us - selling nearly 500 CDs and going back to Leeds with almost 1000 new names on the mailing list. Seriously and with all sincerity, thanks to everyone we've played to on this tour.
I'm off for a fag now, because this ended up being about twice as long and half as funny as I'd intended.
We Love You.
Chris + Davros x
Friday, February 29, 2008
Friday blogging
Hello again,
We're in sunny Nottingham... well, to be honest, it's pissing down and it's cold. But it's nice to be back at Junktion 7 again. The tour has been going inordinately well, and it has been the world of fun.
Where did we leave you? Oh yeah, Manchester. Found our way to the venue, nice to see promoter Rob and set up and all the usual gubbins. Being in a rock band looked so much fun when I was a kid, but when you actually get to do it, there's a LOT of waiting around, fannying about, setting shit up, and all the boring stuff. Not that I'm complaining for a second, because I've wanted to do this since I was three when I wrote my first song:
'Mischief bit me all the way,
And mummy put a flaster on'
(Mischief was the family rabbit, and I couldn't pronounce the word 'plaster' properly.)
Anyway, I disgress.
Yeah, it's a wonderful life, most of the time, but it's not all jams with Slash and groupies in the jacuzzi... in fact, it's never jams with Slash and groupies in the jacuzzi. My point being that a lot of work goes into all this that isn't quite as glamourous as being on up stage rockin' a sixer (genuine quotation from an American kid I met on the Sisters tour '06). And, seeing as we're utterly DIY, we're setting up all our merch, cutting out CD covers (because you lot have bought almost 300 cds in five dates! Thank you!), cutting up flyers, doing blogs, replying to e-mails, sorting out other gigs, posting you CDs, blah blah blah.
Doing all your own work does mean that when it comes to gig time that we feel way more vindicated as we are our own machine ('scuse the slight pun) with no-one else to answer to. And Manchester was utterly no exception. I think probably my favourite gig of the tour so far. Great sound, great audience, and we sold a total shitload of swag, thank you! We catch up with some old mates (hello Shirly Moose) and make some new ones (hello Indigo). My girlfriend Sally and I look for a bar recently opened by an old mate of mine, that appears to have disappeared. And utterly miss the earthquake. As a geologist, Sally is gutted.
Leeds the next night is good fun, uneventful to be honest. We don't sell much merch as we know half the crowd. It's difficult to pretend to be a pop star when half the audience have seen you being sick on your shoes or asleep in the pub.
Leicester is... Leicester. I like the place as a shopping city. It's clean and tidy and lovely. The Charlotte is one of those classic toilet venues like the Adelphi in Hull or the Duchess in Leeds (RIP), and as such has a brilliantly mardy soundguy. He's on top form today and gets us a great sound in the end. Despite thinking we were going to claim our cover of Wichita Lineman (aka The Best Song Ever Written) as our own. We meet a Polish guy called Peter, who is lovely despite not really understanding a word each other are saying. We learn the Polish for boots is 'foods'. And later, during Ginger's set in which I am playing acoustic guitar, we learn that he has the worst sense of timing of any person in the room. Bless 'im. He obviously has a big passion for rock music and is trying his best to forge a new life for himself over here. It's meeting characters like these that make touring the world of fun.
'Touring, touring, 's'never boring.'
I do the set with Ginger while Davros sells a bit of merch then we head back to the hotel. Lo and behold, there's a casino next door. So Scott Motherfucking Metzger who's playing guitar with Ginger (all-round nice guy and beauty guitar player), Davros and myself sort our hair out, dust off the one vaguely nice shirt we each have and join up to play some roulette. Scott is chip leader for the most part until I have some big luck and we all walk out with more money than we came in with. Hot news!
And so to Nottingham, more cutting up, photocopying, posting out CDs, sending Mother's day cards (did you remember?), egg butties and consequential trumps. Tonight should be fun, it always is in Nottingham.
See you over the next week.
Chris and Davros.
We're in sunny Nottingham... well, to be honest, it's pissing down and it's cold. But it's nice to be back at Junktion 7 again. The tour has been going inordinately well, and it has been the world of fun.
Where did we leave you? Oh yeah, Manchester. Found our way to the venue, nice to see promoter Rob and set up and all the usual gubbins. Being in a rock band looked so much fun when I was a kid, but when you actually get to do it, there's a LOT of waiting around, fannying about, setting shit up, and all the boring stuff. Not that I'm complaining for a second, because I've wanted to do this since I was three when I wrote my first song:
'Mischief bit me all the way,
And mummy put a flaster on'
(Mischief was the family rabbit, and I couldn't pronounce the word 'plaster' properly.)
Anyway, I disgress.
Yeah, it's a wonderful life, most of the time, but it's not all jams with Slash and groupies in the jacuzzi... in fact, it's never jams with Slash and groupies in the jacuzzi. My point being that a lot of work goes into all this that isn't quite as glamourous as being on up stage rockin' a sixer (genuine quotation from an American kid I met on the Sisters tour '06). And, seeing as we're utterly DIY, we're setting up all our merch, cutting out CD covers (because you lot have bought almost 300 cds in five dates! Thank you!), cutting up flyers, doing blogs, replying to e-mails, sorting out other gigs, posting you CDs, blah blah blah.
Doing all your own work does mean that when it comes to gig time that we feel way more vindicated as we are our own machine ('scuse the slight pun) with no-one else to answer to. And Manchester was utterly no exception. I think probably my favourite gig of the tour so far. Great sound, great audience, and we sold a total shitload of swag, thank you! We catch up with some old mates (hello Shirly Moose) and make some new ones (hello Indigo). My girlfriend Sally and I look for a bar recently opened by an old mate of mine, that appears to have disappeared. And utterly miss the earthquake. As a geologist, Sally is gutted.
Leeds the next night is good fun, uneventful to be honest. We don't sell much merch as we know half the crowd. It's difficult to pretend to be a pop star when half the audience have seen you being sick on your shoes or asleep in the pub.
Leicester is... Leicester. I like the place as a shopping city. It's clean and tidy and lovely. The Charlotte is one of those classic toilet venues like the Adelphi in Hull or the Duchess in Leeds (RIP), and as such has a brilliantly mardy soundguy. He's on top form today and gets us a great sound in the end. Despite thinking we were going to claim our cover of Wichita Lineman (aka The Best Song Ever Written) as our own. We meet a Polish guy called Peter, who is lovely despite not really understanding a word each other are saying. We learn the Polish for boots is 'foods'. And later, during Ginger's set in which I am playing acoustic guitar, we learn that he has the worst sense of timing of any person in the room. Bless 'im. He obviously has a big passion for rock music and is trying his best to forge a new life for himself over here. It's meeting characters like these that make touring the world of fun.
'Touring, touring, 's'never boring.'
I do the set with Ginger while Davros sells a bit of merch then we head back to the hotel. Lo and behold, there's a casino next door. So Scott Motherfucking Metzger who's playing guitar with Ginger (all-round nice guy and beauty guitar player), Davros and myself sort our hair out, dust off the one vaguely nice shirt we each have and join up to play some roulette. Scott is chip leader for the most part until I have some big luck and we all walk out with more money than we came in with. Hot news!
And so to Nottingham, more cutting up, photocopying, posting out CDs, sending Mother's day cards (did you remember?), egg butties and consequential trumps. Tonight should be fun, it always is in Nottingham.
See you over the next week.
Chris and Davros.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Tour
Hello to all our new friends across the country.
The tour has been great so far... Blackpool is weird in winter - desolate doesn't quite do it justice - but the crowd was great and we met some old friends and made lots of new ones. The gig itself was a blinder. Cheers to Martin, Fiona and Scotty. And new pals Keith and Rich's sing-a-long-a-Metallica later was a real sight to behold. Keith earlier revealed that his favourite song of all time is 'Remember You're A Womble', and gave five very good reasons why.
We met Scott Metzger, who is playing guitar with Ginger on this stint, who is a thoroughly bloody nice bloke. And hellfire can he play guitar. Ginger's set was a blast, I got roped into doing percussion with a guy called Darren (I think - hello Darren!) who was brilliant. Much fun had by all.
Saturday our drummer Wayne Insane got married - Congratulations to you and Mrs Insane! Cue much rug-cutting and bitter drinking.
Sunday was Glasgow - Davros who is doing these dates with me couldn't get this week off work so couldn't make this gig, which was a shame, but thanks to the Glasgow lot for more fun than you could shake two sticks at... three, maybe. Fuck it, a whole tree. Wonderful night. Got roped into playing guitar with Ginger and Scott tonight... which was 1000% fun too. Looks like that's gonna stay a permanent fixture for the rest of the tour. Thanks to Ali for the help with the merch and looking just like my friend Jane. See you mental Scots in May!
Monday (last night) was Sheffield. Now, I'm going to be honest here, I always find Sheffield a bit weird to play. I'm never sure that people are having a good time. Tonight was no exception, but after we sell a shedload of merch and get loads of lovely comments. And a girl wants pictures of herself providing the filling in a Davros/Chris sandwich. We (obviously) oblige. Tyla turns up and provides a suitably rock n'roll set. Hanoi Rocks turn up later but a little too late for the mooted Ginger/Hanoi/Tyla collaboration... another day maybe... Ginger's set goes great, a packed Corporation know every word of every song, my mate Dave Baird in particular. We're using the floor as a drum kit, and when it sounds amazing, it sounds REALLY amazing. Cheers to all at the Corporation for a top night, and Howie for helping on the merch.
Anyway time to go to Manchester. This has been way more dull than I'd hoped. Sorry.
Chris.
The tour has been great so far... Blackpool is weird in winter - desolate doesn't quite do it justice - but the crowd was great and we met some old friends and made lots of new ones. The gig itself was a blinder. Cheers to Martin, Fiona and Scotty. And new pals Keith and Rich's sing-a-long-a-Metallica later was a real sight to behold. Keith earlier revealed that his favourite song of all time is 'Remember You're A Womble', and gave five very good reasons why.
We met Scott Metzger, who is playing guitar with Ginger on this stint, who is a thoroughly bloody nice bloke. And hellfire can he play guitar. Ginger's set was a blast, I got roped into doing percussion with a guy called Darren (I think - hello Darren!) who was brilliant. Much fun had by all.
Saturday our drummer Wayne Insane got married - Congratulations to you and Mrs Insane! Cue much rug-cutting and bitter drinking.
Sunday was Glasgow - Davros who is doing these dates with me couldn't get this week off work so couldn't make this gig, which was a shame, but thanks to the Glasgow lot for more fun than you could shake two sticks at... three, maybe. Fuck it, a whole tree. Wonderful night. Got roped into playing guitar with Ginger and Scott tonight... which was 1000% fun too. Looks like that's gonna stay a permanent fixture for the rest of the tour. Thanks to Ali for the help with the merch and looking just like my friend Jane. See you mental Scots in May!
Monday (last night) was Sheffield. Now, I'm going to be honest here, I always find Sheffield a bit weird to play. I'm never sure that people are having a good time. Tonight was no exception, but after we sell a shedload of merch and get loads of lovely comments. And a girl wants pictures of herself providing the filling in a Davros/Chris sandwich. We (obviously) oblige. Tyla turns up and provides a suitably rock n'roll set. Hanoi Rocks turn up later but a little too late for the mooted Ginger/Hanoi/Tyla collaboration... another day maybe... Ginger's set goes great, a packed Corporation know every word of every song, my mate Dave Baird in particular. We're using the floor as a drum kit, and when it sounds amazing, it sounds REALLY amazing. Cheers to all at the Corporation for a top night, and Howie for helping on the merch.
Anyway time to go to Manchester. This has been way more dull than I'd hoped. Sorry.
Chris.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Today has been a good day.
You know those days when everything's shit? You stub your toe on the door, the heating's packed in and it's freezing, you're out of milk and the shop is still shut and there's no bog roll? And it's still only 7.30am?
Today has not been one of those days. Today has almost made me ashamed to hate the human race. First up our mate Ryan has helped us out shedloads by doing the printing on 300 CDs for this tour we're doing. He's stayed up late and pulled out all the stops, and they look great. And... get this... it's his birthday today. Thank you Ryan.
Steve Kind has also, for nothing, helped out with the printing for the last few sleeves. Sally helped do the rest over the weekend. Cheers guy and gal.
Through one thing and another, I needed a roof box thing urgently for the tour, and only found out yesterday night. Cue much texting and asking round. Ben at Beej Guitar Repairs offering his help fixing some bars on, Dave at Rockshack offering to lend us his roof box... which he's lent to Scottish out of Phluid, who has said he doesn't need it for the next couple of weeks. This ensures that you guys get a show over the next few weeks from us and of course Ginger, and means the guys get a vague amount of comfort in my car (I'm driving, you see).
And if that wasn't all, my mate Andy offered me the use of his box thing for nothing over the next few weeks.
Sorry, this is all pretty boring, but I wanted to thank those who deserve it. It's hard work being in a band sometimes and you guys make it easier. For this, we salute you.
x
Today has not been one of those days. Today has almost made me ashamed to hate the human race. First up our mate Ryan has helped us out shedloads by doing the printing on 300 CDs for this tour we're doing. He's stayed up late and pulled out all the stops, and they look great. And... get this... it's his birthday today. Thank you Ryan.
Steve Kind has also, for nothing, helped out with the printing for the last few sleeves. Sally helped do the rest over the weekend. Cheers guy and gal.
Through one thing and another, I needed a roof box thing urgently for the tour, and only found out yesterday night. Cue much texting and asking round. Ben at Beej Guitar Repairs offering his help fixing some bars on, Dave at Rockshack offering to lend us his roof box... which he's lent to Scottish out of Phluid, who has said he doesn't need it for the next couple of weeks. This ensures that you guys get a show over the next few weeks from us and of course Ginger, and means the guys get a vague amount of comfort in my car (I'm driving, you see).
And if that wasn't all, my mate Andy offered me the use of his box thing for nothing over the next few weeks.
Sorry, this is all pretty boring, but I wanted to thank those who deserve it. It's hard work being in a band sometimes and you guys make it easier. For this, we salute you.
x
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Last night's gig at Carpe Diem in Leeds
Bloody marvellous fun, thanks to everyone for coming and absolutely ramming the place out. It was one-in-one out on the door from about 9.30pm, just as you'd expect and hope for with a line-up of this calibre on show. The Gushers were great, tight harmonies and big, big riffs. Definitely to file under 'ones to watch'. Red Go Green Stop brought the party with pogo-tastic disco hooks and more cowbell than you could shake a rather large stick at. And our great showbiz mates (and in some cases housemates) International Trust (oi) were just as much rollocking rock and roll fun as they always are. We love you boys. Our set was hit by a couple of little technical and teething problems, but hey, it was our third gig, what do you want, pyro? Seriously though, thanks to Rob for putting us on, Senor Casajeros for the top tunes and soundman Dean for his hard graft under difficult circumstances. Our mates Si and Eric filmed the gig for posterity and pomposity - so look out for some clips on YouTube at some point soon. We'll let you know on here.
The website is now pretty much finished and live, so pass on the word. Our Myspace will still be there, but this website gives us a bit more chance to have a chat and tell you some vaguely funny stories now and then. We're going to try and keep on top of updating it regularly, especially when we're out on tour, like for instance from the end of this week with Ginger.
All the best. And thanks again for making last night too much fun.
Chris + EM. x
The website is now pretty much finished and live, so pass on the word. Our Myspace will still be there, but this website gives us a bit more chance to have a chat and tell you some vaguely funny stories now and then. We're going to try and keep on top of updating it regularly, especially when we're out on tour, like for instance from the end of this week with Ginger.
All the best. And thanks again for making last night too much fun.
Chris + EM. x
Saturday, February 16, 2008
First blog
Hello everyone and welcome to our first blog. This is
an utterly shameless excuse in narcissism from the
four of us. As we're a new band, we've nothing much to
report just yet, but keep checking back. This is where
you will be able to read about our tales of rock n'
roll hedonism and debauchery.
We've got new stuff to sell you. The t-shirts are
being printed up at the moment, and hopefully
(fingers, toes and other extremities crossed) we'll be
selling them on here through PayPal by the end of next
week. There's also going to be three (count 'em) CDs
to buy, and badges. Eureka Machines Cheque Book And
Pen Sets are available for the truly dedicated. We'll
always deliver them as quickly as we can, but please
bear in mind it's us that's doing it, and we're
(a) busy being pretend pop stars, and
(b) useless
so bear in mind it may take a week or two for you to
receive your goods, mainly because Davros and Chris
are on tour for two weeks and Wayne is getting
married. We'll be as quick as we can though.
There's a titload of gigs on the gigs page - go check
'em out and see what you can get to. All of our gigs
come with The Eureka Machines Seal Of Quality And
Goodness, which means that if you don't enjoy yourself
then you are allowed to spank the band member of your
choice up to three times with a clipboard.
Anyway, on to those tales of hedonism and debauchery
we promised you earlier. It was Chris's birthday on
Monday so we went for a curry at the best curry house
in the world : (link)
and ate way too much. If you ever go, tell them we
sent you. Chris burned his finger on a sparkler but
should just about make the gig this weekend. I wonder
if Motley Crue ever had these problems.
Wayne's getting married in a couple of weeks which is
definitely going to be fun. Congratulations to him and
Adele. The happy couple are off to New York for their
honeymoon, lucky buggers. His stag do culminated in a
four-hour jam at a mate's house with Wayne's dad
fronting the band. It obviously runs in the family.
Steve Morricone is thinking about getting a new car.
Davros only seems to come out for rehearsals and gigs.
We're beginning to wonder if he exists at all. When he
does appear, he just stares, snarls and steals our
cigarettes.
Anyway, we've wasted enough of your time on this now,
but keep checking back. We've got a load of gigs
coming up to tell stories of, including a trip to
Poland, which is bound to be hilarious. We'll also be
talking about the people that we meet, so look out for
yourself in here. We have a tendency to attract the
weird and wonderful.
Oh, and if you ever have any questions for us, please
get in touch on band[at]eurekamachines.com and we'll
endeavour to answer them on here or in the FAQ.
All the best and keep smiling
EM x
an utterly shameless excuse in narcissism from the
four of us. As we're a new band, we've nothing much to
report just yet, but keep checking back. This is where
you will be able to read about our tales of rock n'
roll hedonism and debauchery.
We've got new stuff to sell you. The t-shirts are
being printed up at the moment, and hopefully
(fingers, toes and other extremities crossed) we'll be
selling them on here through PayPal by the end of next
week. There's also going to be three (count 'em) CDs
to buy, and badges. Eureka Machines Cheque Book And
Pen Sets are available for the truly dedicated. We'll
always deliver them as quickly as we can, but please
bear in mind it's us that's doing it, and we're
(a) busy being pretend pop stars, and
(b) useless
so bear in mind it may take a week or two for you to
receive your goods, mainly because Davros and Chris
are on tour for two weeks and Wayne is getting
married. We'll be as quick as we can though.
There's a titload of gigs on the gigs page - go check
'em out and see what you can get to. All of our gigs
come with The Eureka Machines Seal Of Quality And
Goodness, which means that if you don't enjoy yourself
then you are allowed to spank the band member of your
choice up to three times with a clipboard.
Anyway, on to those tales of hedonism and debauchery
we promised you earlier. It was Chris's birthday on
Monday so we went for a curry at the best curry house
in the world : (link)
and ate way too much. If you ever go, tell them we
sent you. Chris burned his finger on a sparkler but
should just about make the gig this weekend. I wonder
if Motley Crue ever had these problems.
Wayne's getting married in a couple of weeks which is
definitely going to be fun. Congratulations to him and
Adele. The happy couple are off to New York for their
honeymoon, lucky buggers. His stag do culminated in a
four-hour jam at a mate's house with Wayne's dad
fronting the band. It obviously runs in the family.
Steve Morricone is thinking about getting a new car.
Davros only seems to come out for rehearsals and gigs.
We're beginning to wonder if he exists at all. When he
does appear, he just stares, snarls and steals our
cigarettes.
Anyway, we've wasted enough of your time on this now,
but keep checking back. We've got a load of gigs
coming up to tell stories of, including a trip to
Poland, which is bound to be hilarious. We'll also be
talking about the people that we meet, so look out for
yourself in here. We have a tendency to attract the
weird and wonderful.
Oh, and if you ever have any questions for us, please
get in touch on band[at]eurekamachines.com and we'll
endeavour to answer them on here or in the FAQ.
All the best and keep smiling
EM x
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