The Dawn Chorus / The Retrospective Soundtrack Players - Blogging all over the World

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, July 09, 2011


CXCVII - Brighton Druid's Arms - 09/06/11

Brighton Druid's Arms
Thursday 9th June 2011

The Retrospective Soundtrack Players
Max Fletcher
Jack Boyd

As correctly pointed out by Murray in Flight of the Conchords, small gigs are the best. Old music industry trick - small gigs if you want to sell out. The Druid's Arms is absolutely TINY - certainly no stage or anything like that. The kind of tiny pub gig where you have to move some tables out of the way to make space to play. And don't get me wrong - more often than not, as long as the pub isn't some kind of chav hell, I really like these shows.

Soundcheck took forever since I don't think they were expecting a ludicrous 6-piece folk/punk monstrosity, but all we had to do in the end was give up monitors, which wasn't the end of the world in such a small place. There was a kooky barman (european...) who arrived on roller blades and kept them on to serve from the bar in. Kelv and I had some lovely in-house Thai food made by the chef Pokky. I knew this because it said on the menu 'FOOD HOMEMADE BY POKKY.' However, when I said 'Thanks, Pokky' upon service of our food, he looked at me like I'd invaded his personal space. Poor old Pokky. I don't know why I did it actually, I never call shop assistants by the name on their badge.

Our show was immense fun, the egg challenge was slightly spoilt by a big fat pissed twat who also did his best to ruin Plastic Jesus 1 by hollering 'Dirty Old Town' over the top. He was ejected by the landlord after a few songs though, legend. We did a short, sharp, raucous set and had a joyous, sweaty old time. On the way home I managed to snag 5 croissants (and other similar french pastry delights) for a measly £1 from a service station. WIN.

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