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.
Tuesday 6th April 2010
Sharks Took The Rest
The Dawn Chorus
The B of the Bang
The day that things started going wrong. The less hung-over members of the touring party made their way back to the Leaf for a truly amazing breakfast - porridge and thick granary toast in my case - which I was ceryainly glad of later in the day. The heavy heads gradually followed over, followed by BenC, still 100% pissed from the night before having slept in his clothes. Ben put in a heroic effort on his porridge though, I must say, finishing it in a grand total of about 45 minutes.
The plan was to drive to our travelodge at Leeds-Bradford airport before completing the trip to Newcastle for the show. However, in Bradford the Ford Galaxy began to smell strongly of burning oil and died...
We called the RAC and meanwhile went to use the toilet at the foulest smelling cheap chicken outlet I have ever been to in my life. In fact, I realised on this tour that as a country we must be destroying battery chickens at an alrming rate to keep these places in business. £1.50 for 2 pieces of chicken, chips and a can? Horrendous.
The car was not too badly broken but needed a proper garage fix, so Neil flirted on the phone and sorted us a hire car to take to Newcastle. Newcastle looked amazing but we arrived late for soundcheck so no time to see it, as is often the case. The soundman was an arse too, which didn't really help. In fact, he jumped from being an arse to being a sound guy, so i guess 50% arse.
The Cluny was a really nice place, and the soup was excellent too. Amusingly (for everyone except himself), Simps was last to be served dinner for the third day running. I would say this was our weakest show, but we still went down pretty well. It was our last show with Revere, so we bid them fare-thee-well, bought up shit loads of their t-shirts and headed back to Leeds, playing a few rounds of 'one-word stories' to keep Nelly the driver awake.