My name is Kyle. I am a happily failing indie/punk/folk/country/rock musician from Hampshire, UK. I have been singing and songwriting in The Dawn Chorus since 2005, and The Retrospective Soundtrack Players since 2010. I love these two bands like my brother/wife rolled into one. This blog details the shows I have played with both bands, in chronological order.
Saturday 27th February 2010
Leeds Royal Park Cellars
The Dawn Chorus
Tag Team Preacher
Jeez, I've left it too long to write this one. Furthest trip for a gig yet. Very long drive. Got to venue in good time to have a pint and meet alex the promoter, who was a top, top man. In fact, all of his mates who helped promote the night were great too. Pauly B was a little behind the rest of us after he went to see Pompey play in Burnley first.
Soundcheck took til right up to doors, so we quickly nipped out for some cheesy chips and dodgy pizza in one of the numerous dodgy local kebbaberies. It was during this trip that we were tempted to ditch the gig and go to see a double bill of The Wicker Man and Don't Look Now at the local arthouse cinema. Unfortunately it was the original Wicker Man though, not the far superior Nick Cage remake.
All the supports were cool, including our old chums Ivan Campo, who I hadn't seen for a while. They have actually now replaced the footballer Ivan Campo in my brain now - I no longer think of the afro'd old Spanish duffer when I heart the words 'Ivan Campo'.
We played pretty well, there was a nice little crowd, although they did start singing 'There's only one Frank Turner' after we played Carnivalesque. Luckily the potential for awkwardness was diffused when Matt misheard them and thought they were singing for Ghanain ex-Leeds legend Tony Yeboah.
We drifted off home - agreeing to split the drive into two hour spurts between myself and Matt. Matt did his 2 hours and then promptly fell asleep, leaving me to keep myself awake by listening to deafeningly loud Derek and Clive cds, followed by hollering every word to 'Pinkerton' and 'Funeral' at the top of my out-of-tune lungs to keep myself awake.
This is what I live for. Amongst other things.