Live in Edinburgh This Week – 2nd November 2008
You won’t see much of me at gigs this week, because my little brother is visiting. I am gutted at having to miss the Major Matt Mason gig last night, but I just ended up being too tired and having too much to do in too little time.
Samamidon is playing in Edinburgh next Monday, so that needs to be publicised. He’s a bit good, and Meursault are doing an acoustic slot in support, so it promises to be an amazing night. The gig is going to be at the Bowery, which is the new venue that my friend Ruth and her friend Jane are opening up. The opening party is on Saturday, for those interested in a bit of intrigue and a splash of free champagne.
Tuesday 4th November 2008: Jackie-O Motherfucker at the Voodoo Rooms.
I missed their last visit to Edinburgh but alt-folk pioneers Jackie-O Motherfucker, yet another excellent Portland band, make their way here again at last. Because Ben is visiting it might not be possible to get to this one, but I’ll do what I can to persuade him.
Jackie-O Motherfucker – Valley of Fire
Thursday 6th November: Wreckless Eric & Amy Rigby at Henry’s Cellar Bar.
My ignorance of Wreckless Eric is pretty complete, but I do have two songs by him which I really like, and he was something of a minor hero in his time as far as I am aware. I also inadvertently busted someone at an open-mic night here in Edinburgh last year, on the basis of Wreckless Eric. It is a strictly ‘no covers’ night and a certain gentleman played Reconnez Cherie on the assumption that no-one would recognise it. He counted without the music obsessive at the back, however, and at about the line about ‘nights in my Zodiac’ I leaned over to my mate, who ran the night at the time, and said ‘Fuck me, that’s a Wreckless Eric song.’ What did I learn from that evening? That no-one, absolutely no-one it seems, likes a smart arse.
Wreckless Eric – Reconnez Cherie
Saturday 8th November: Greenbelt Collective, The Second Hand Marching Band, White Heath & The Occasional Flickers at Henry’s Cellar Bar.
I don’t know the Greenbelt Collective, but TSHMB and The Occasional Flickers are both excellent, so as ways to round off your week go, this couldn’t be much better. I’ll be expecting a good sweep of the territory between folk and pop and back again.
The Occasional Flickers – A Medal Won in ‘84
Saturday 8th November: The Bowery Opening Party, at the Bowery Bar.
Quite which bands will be playing is somewhat up in the air at the moment but this will be the official opening party for Edinburgh’s newest live music and arts venue. Personally I’m more interested in the music side of course, but there will be fine bands, free champagne and candles. Check out the website, designed by yours truly and featuring the photos of a certain Dylan from Blueback Hotrod. The place is really lovely, so I do recommend you get along if you can because this place could be fantastic if we all get behind it.
Lydia Lunch – Bowery Blues
Sunday 9th November: Marcus Mumford & Rags & Feathers at 99 Hannover Street.
This is a charity gig, held in one of Edinburgh’s snazzier bars, generally full of wannabe-WAGs. On Sunday, however, there’s be soulful folk-pop, so the place should be a much nicer place to be, and I am really looking forward to seeing what Marcus Mumford is like as a solo act. [Edit: this is now at Bannerman's on the Cowgate]
Rags & Feathers – Silent Movie Starlets
Hands up who didn’t get that Matthews little brother is in town? His little brother is in town you know. He will be in town with his little brother this week because Edinburgh is being graced by his little brother. Everyone got that? Of course, he also brings with him the lovely Noel, his wife, but apparently no-one needs to know that.
Tsk! Tsk!
Ah, yes – I was at that Out of the Bedroom gig last year as well and also remarked on the Reconnez Cherie cover. Buggered if I can remember who did it. Some chap with an acoustic guitar I’ll be bound.
Darling: plz to fck off.
Tommy – I think it was, coincidentally enough, Ben Young, which is also the name of my little brother who just happens to be visiting this week, which I might not have mentioned. I don’t mind sneaking an obscure cover in here and there though, even at OotB. Keeps everyone on their toes.
Yes, I recall that night too Tommy.
I remember thinking to myself: what a smart-arse that Matthew fella is; and he’s chatting during the performance!
Actually, Ruth, Shonagh and I got shushed during Eagleowl at the Broken Records single launch on Saturday night, but I think it was only Tom doing the shushing so that’s okay.
Actually, thinking about it; technically Ruth and Shonagh got shushed while I was merely standing nearby, so that’s me off the hook completely!
it was Vic bloody Galloway who was doing the shusing…..he was standing by me…..not that i know him at all really
shushed? i didn’t get shushed! i was too tired to talk that evening…also i was with domino. who was talking to shonagh?!
i shushed matthew last week!
anyone fancy making a big SHUSH sign for the bowery? we could have yellow ones and red ones and when you get the red one you have to go and sit in the corner on your own at the back wearing duck tape over your mouth.
yes.
P.S. THE BOWERY IS AMAZING (ROXBURGH PLACE, JUST ROUND THE CORNER FROM BRASS MONKEYS IN THE BASEMENT OF THE OLD ROXY ART HOUSE)
p.p.s. did i mention the bowery is amazing?
p.p.p.s. come on saturday come on saturday come on saturday
p.p.p.p.s the bowery is amazing.
p.p.p.p.p.s. join the facebook group ‘the bowery’ to be kept up to date with events and happenings or http://www.myspace.com/theboweryuk
p.p.p.p.p.p.s. peeeeeeeeeeeeeee! hoho
Also Matthew, if you’ve got nowt on this week fancy meeting up for a pint….only if you’re not busy….are you busy? just let me know….cheers
I felt terrible – I’m not used to being a shushee. Looks like Matthew might have competition on being Edinburgh’s leading shusher from Vic Galloway.. Indeed a heavyweight contender!
Although that really was a borderline shushing incident – I’m not whether the shush was entirely justified..
We were standing at the back and someone was only offering to get a round in – it wasn’t persistent general chatter.. On the other hand though it was during a particularly quiet bit of an overall quiet set from Eagleowl.
i don’t think it was directed at you lot…..
Well that’s alright then..
Would you lot shush.
Dylan you shushed me and shonagh at one point. i think i ignored you though. or maybe you didn’t shush me, you just asked me to stop leaning across your view. is that allowed? surely it’s not my fault you’re small!!! ;o)
Yes, Ruth. Tired..
It’s surprising how tired you can get after an afternoon drinking lots of free wine!
sampling dylan, sampling, with the coolest wine dealer in town!
I think a big bloody shush sign and yellow and red shush cards are a great idea.
Though perhaps tasers would probably be more effective.
you should patent a eagleowl taser?
and sell them at the merch stall…..
…no i was thinking that you give them to certain people, who would walk around the crowd and after to issue a warning to people who were chatting to ’shut the fuck up!’ then if they continue to talk, taser the nuppties!!!!
my proof reading is ace
Forget about a lame old taser. Bart should take a leaf out of Ace (Kiss) Frehley’s book and get a guitar that shoots rockets!
The Vulcan Death Grip would he handy in these situations. Were we the Brigade of Shush on Saturday or something? Mrs. Toad shushed two silly tarts, I (foolishly) shushed three slightly radgey looking Weegies, Euan and Tom were both at it, so was Vic. Maybe Bart should start incorporating a big shush noise into some of Eagleowl’s choruses, so we could tell people to shut the fuck up and contribute to the general ambience at the same time.
I didn’t shush anyone; but Euan is correct to say that I asked him politely to stop putting his bonce right in my line of view while leaning over to talk to Shonagh!
A suggestion he graciously conmplied with, I should add.
i can think of a few folk who are advocating the shushing techinique in this thread who themselves should be shushed on occasion, myself included……
…….and to be honest -you don’t really need to shush somebody during broken records, it’s like shushing somebdoy at mogwai – irrelevant cause you have to shout to be heard anyways.
I got shushed a lot – i do apologise!
Shonga has come out of the closet – very brave!
Who?
Sorry, i was just worried about people figuring out who i was, coming and drinking in my pub and inviting me to gigs and getting me drunk endlessly, but i’m pretty sure that’s not going to happen…
What sort of bastards would try a low trick like that. Shameful. Very poor form indeed.
You get some sickos on the world wide web you know!!
Yes. I think I’ve found them.
Did someone suggest going to the pub?
when? should we make it the kings wark? maybe we can finally meet Trevor.
Trevor’s a fifty-year-old bricklayer isn’t he?
Should be easy to spot amongst the dozens of yuppie desgner types who go in the King’s Wark on a Friday for lunch..
I remember when drunks could just hang at the bar and debate whether it’s salt and sauce or salt and vinegar without the full mouthed, yuppy designer types and bricklayers interfering. shame.
my goodness. i see my alter ego has been posting again.
i’ve over powered euan. he won’t be bothering any of you again today…..
I like talking at gigs. Especially if a band are shit. I shout your shit! and it makes me feel terrific. Play that one that goes badadada neuuuurgh.
hiya
gooly may be being a little bit of a troll, but that’s still funny.
I thought it Gooly’s comment was brilliant.
I nearly commented on it yesterday but thought, nah, I’ll let it bask in its own glory for now.
Gooly is a genius.
I’m off to write a song called ‘badadada neuuurgh’.
I thought you already had a couple. Or at least a couple where the line seems to figure quite heavily in the chorus.
Bart, you could actually write a riff that goes ‘badadada neuuuurgh’; then, straight after the ‘neuuuurgh’ bit, fire the rockets into the crowd with your Ace Frehley-esque guitar / rocket-launcher.
That would be brilliant.
Speaking of shushing, as you were a while back, at the Pelle Carlberg gig on Tuesday there was a Topshop of giggling, post-apron string freshers (all girls) chuntering loudly at the bar throughout his set. It pissed Pelle off massively (his set usually comprises quieter acoustic led numbers, so he changed it based on the rudeness of some of the audience) & I was really close to twatting one of the stuck-up little bitches. Lucklly the organiser did her headmistress heel spin & piercing SHHHHH!, so they eventually got the message.