Bank holidays seem to have this strange ability to become two gig weekends, this was no exception.
Saturday was Ingoldmells – a tediously long drive out there, followed by a rather questionable gig, followed by a tedious drive home and a 3am bedtime.
The weather was beautiful though, we sat outside until after 7.
The stage backdrop was rather cool.
A rather beautiful moon graced the sky.
Sadly, the respect we received wasn’t good. Firstly we were told to arrive by 6, and yet we weren’t allowed to set up until after the football had finished on the main stage screen.
Then, setting up behind the children’s entertainment was not entirely safe.
Finally, not being allowed to soundcheck until 15 minutes before stage time wasn’t professional.
I didn’t enjoy the gig.
Sunday on the other hand was a total flip. A great club, well thought out, decent staff, easy load, and customers who dance!
The journey up was fuelled by coffee. A big coffee.
The stage looked great lit by a star cloth.
First set. They don’t dance during the first set.
A much better experience which totally undid all the bad feeling from the night before.
My bass gear needs a bit of TLC this summer.
My bass itself hasn’t been cleaned or maintained as well as it should be because we’ve had such a massive gig schedule; plus my case handle on the Warwick Thumb flight case is really badly broken and now hurts to carry the bass with.
My other case with the Rock Bass in it has all broken clips and gaffa tape really doesn’t look that good over them, although the bass itself isn’t too bad.
So… Plans… Stage 1 : The Warwick Thumb
1. Reposition and fit a new spring handle. Much comfier to carry long distances, plus I can balance it for the bass so it’s at the centre of gravity.
2. Clean this minging thing! Total clean, polish, new strings. Also, good service on the electronics with contact cleaner.
The next stage involves the Rock Bass and that’s next week.
Google reminded me that I was on tour with Manning doing two gigs over in the Netherlands and Belgium.
So many good memories, although just after this amazing tour was the beginning of the end for me. Manning started to fall apart after this tour. Chris and Kev left; Steve the flute player quit to concentrate on his own band Molly Bloom, and a new old guitarist came in who I didn’t get on with; then my dad was diagnosed with terminal cancer a few months later.