Meursault’s Waiting Room Session at Homegame
Whilst up in Fife at Homegame this year pretty much everyone crashed on the floor of the two cottages Mrs. Toad and I rented in Pittenweem, and this is also where we all ended up retreating to finish off the day’s drinking after the pubs of Anstruther finally got sick of all the folkies and closed their doors.
My old pal DC from the Waiting Room had intended to get a quick interview with Neil from Meursault all weekend, but they never quite managed to make it happen, unfortunately. Consequently DC had to settle for a couple of songs performed at the end of Sunday evening in the cottage after everyone had spent the best part of the day pouring beer down their gullets.
These videos and the accompanying mp3s may be just a tiny little bit shonky, but they are rather funny and do give you something of an idea of the weekend . For those who were there, this particular evening turned into something of a carnival of offensive and spectacularly inappropriate humour, pretty much all of which I’ve edited out. Sorry people, but it’s best for everyone this way. The only way to find out just how bad it got is to come next year.
The episode of the Waiting Room on which these recordings appear, and which includes the overall wrap-up of Homegame in general, can be found here.
Meursault – William Henry Miller Pt.1 – Waiting Room Session (The ‘Dylan Gives Everyone the Clap’ Version)
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Meursault – Hard On – Waiting Room Session (Charles Latham Cover)
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I know what you mean, I’ve had plenty of
in my time.
It can be so difficult to find a friendly and reliable greek restaurant these days.
As soon as they put that bit of parsley in the picture, you know something has gone horribly wrong.
[typo fixed]
Did I ever tell you about the time I was insulted and mocked by a rude and insolent bowl of taramosalata?
Or the time I was tripped over on the stairs by a mischievous block of feta cheese?!
Or -or – or when I was mugged and robbed on the street by three nasty dolmades?!!
Hahaha!
Hey!
You know those dolmades that robbed me?.. They were wearing baklavas!!
Hahaha!
(Oh come on, that was worth a TPM!)
Dylan, please for the love of god take your pills.
Lovely videos. So this was pre-sunburn Dylan? All this Homegame stuff is killing me. Maybe next year.
So I finally met himself over the weekend. The estimable DC, that is. A capital fella! We swapped ales and toasted The Hazards of Love ’til the cows came home. He ended the evening with a delicious Maker’s Mark, and undoubtedly dreamt sweet dreams.
Fuck, that looked like fun. (I was refering to the videos, not the posts about devious greek food (though the baklava one was pretty good)). When I met you at casiotone, Matthew, you seemed pretty enthusiastic about homegame, and based on everything I’ve seen and read, I can see why. Won’t miss it next year.
Ok, who got Dylan so drunk this early in the day? You know what happens, people! :p
Yes Tart, we do. He sleeps on the beach and walks around like a giant lobster for a week.
Dan – yep, it was fun. The whole festival was fucking brilliant, frankly. It’s such a small town that you can always wander off by yourself for a bit, bump into folk for a while, wander off with some other folk, and just generally fooster about all weekend without having any real purpose or goal. And that is a very fine thing indeed.
Heheh.. Touché, Tart!
Shouldn’t that be ‘Touché, Tartle’?
Hahahaha ya know one of these days I’ll get around to actually listening to the music on this blog and have an intelligent comment or two! xoxox
don’t waste your time Tart my dear….your humor is more welcome
Oh Dylan, those puns were atrocious. I hope you falafel about it.
Speaking of the Waiting Room, I finally met himself the other night. An altogether splendid feller. We shared a few beers and toasted The Hazards of Love ’til the cows came home, and then he was sent off to bed with the warm sweet flavor of Maker’s Mark Kentucky Straight Bourbon Hand-Made Whiskey on his lips. Last seen he was on his way up I-95 to DC to surprise Anni Rossi
Shit taste in bourbon, shit taste in Decemberists albums and shit taste in singing viola players… yup, that’s our DC. Hope you lads had fun.
PS: Tart, don’t you have enough shit to be judgmental about already, without adding music to the mix?
Cheers Toad – it was rather nice, that, eh? I will be adding the ‘Hard On’ session track to the next playlist (I missed it from the Homegame one, boo). I will also be restoring some of he inappropriate humour balance to the podcast art for the Homegame post once I’m back in blighty. I think we all, all who were there, knows what I means…
Speaking of being not in Blighty – massive cheers to Campfire & Battlefields for meeting up & taking me to he Capital Ale House in Old / Downtown Fredericksburg, VA last Friday. Top bloke, indeed. Fucking top bloke.
Apologies for not getting in touch personally, yet, Cf&Bf, but I know yr parents are staying over + my net connection has been shittier than shit + my focus, while able to get online, has been to get the last podcast uploaded + transfer this coming Saturday’s show (which is a riot, btw, as we had a guest in the studio & we got hammered & WOXY have had a nightmare editing out all our swearing) to the WOXY server + I’ve been stupid busy being a spy.
Thanks Cf&Bf, indeed, for the fleeting 4hrs or so in your very smart company. I saw Anni @ the iota, btw. Brilliant stuff – her singing & playing have really improved. Seriously surprised her being there – she did one of the great comedy double takes when she saw me – & I met her parents & we talked for hours about Anni’s career thus far. So, you know, good man for spotting & letting me know about the gig. Oh, &, um, Ben Sollee was interesting…
Ha. Mad simul-post
I thought the Baklava pun was really quite stylish, C&B. It’s a shame that Matthew corrected his wonderful typo in the original post about offensive and inappropriate humous. That would hepl explain the jokes about dastarly greek food which now just look a bit deranged.
Matthew, Maker’s Mark is a nice bourbon.
Sausage time!..
Matthew, you can say what you like about the Decemberists, and Anni Rossi can take care of herself, but I never thought you’d be so cruel as to turn on the poor innocent Maker’s Mark, whose only purpose in life (yes, life) is to make us happy. I’m beginning to think you’re not a gentleman.
Ah, DC, I’m glad you got to enjoy the Anni gig. I felt terrible about talking the gig up to you in my emails and then being unable to take you myself, so it’s a relief you got there. I would have loved to be there. Iota is a nice place, and I would’ve thought a good setting for Anni’s music. So Ben Sollee was “interesting,” eh? Interesting like a beached whale? Or interesting like Byron’s Don Juan?
He didn’t like the Asda Smart Price gin I got him at Christmas either, C&B, whose only purpose in life is also to make us happy (and possibly to clear blocked drains and lift tar from driveways).
The man is truly a barbarian.
“I’m beginning to think you’re not a gentleman.”
What gave it away? Bourbon is rat’s piss. If you do have to stray away from gin, only a cognac will do the trick.
“Matthew, Maker’s Mark is a nice bourbon.”
Being a ‘nice bourbon’ is a little like being the tastiest brand of brake fluid.
Good bourbon is a very pleasant drink, Matthew.
Wait til DC gets on here and starts on about Bulleit.
He was telling me about Bulleit the other night. Scottish bourbon? What will they think of next?
Bourbon is a man’s drink.
Gin’s the preferred tipple of old women with bladder problems.
Hahaha – that’s a great avatar.
You’re wrong, but that’s such a great avatar I can’t concentrate.
Bourbon is marketed in such a manly way it’s clearly just a little bit gay.
American whiskey?
Which Bourbon is marketed in a more manly way than any other spirit?..
All the sepia-tinted ‘real working men’ in the JD ones are a bit silly.
Bourbon marketing also seems to involve a lot of chinos, for some unspeakable reason.
Are you having bacon sandwiches on brown bread in that photo at the start of the William Henry Miller video?
That’s just wrong.
YUM!
Bacon goes on white bread. Always.
How can you expect anyone to take your opinions on bourbon seriously when you dish up bacon sandwiches on brown bread.
Nothing wrong with brown bread in itself, I like a nice granary cob as much as the next man, but not with bacon.
No. Just no.
Bacon sarnies on white are just fine, but decent brown bread and shitloads of brown sauce is the best way.
I have no opinions on Bourbon, I was simply reciting some facts. Like the fact that it is shit.
But brown bread just doesn’t soak up that sweet, sweet grease from the bacon anywhere near as well as white bread.
Fresh crab drizzled with olive oil, lime juice and a drop of Tabasco must be served on soft, crusty brown bread, grilled pilchards in tomato sauce from a can must be on hot brown toast.
But serving bacon on brown bread does a terrible disservice to the noble swine.
A disservice in the sense that it makes it taste better.
No
Mustard. Yum. Brown bread and English mustard – the sort that makes your brain come out your nose.
Mmmm!
well! I’m glad DC turned up, I was begining to think Camps had him in little bits in jars in his basement by now. But yes, the bourbon does explain a lot. I had a bottle of it once, Makers Mark in fact, and yes the whole bottle, as a Xmas pressie and I came to consciousness the next day thinking I had been a spying in Wales for a week or so. Never touched the stuff again. Ever.
But it did make a man/dyke outta me, I must admit xoxo
Matthew, the ignorance and downright nastiness on display hereabouts is really disheartening I must say. Bourbon (or at least Maker’s Mark) is gear, and only little wit can excuse a contrary opinion. Now why don’t you put on your skirt and go down to the pub with the rest of the gals and have another vodka and cranberry juice with a nice little umbrella on top and perhaps a maraschino cherry.
And Dylan, I give you your props for acknowledging the “niceness” of Maker’s Mark, but “American Whiskey”? That was simply gratuitous, and truly shocking coming from a Welshman, who should know better coming from a land that has in its thousand-year history distilled nothing better than Penderyn, which sounds like something out of Tolkien.
Now mustard I like! With horseradish.
Dylan, you should be careful bandying about insults about things like ‘American Whiskey’ – remember, we Welsh have a (puke) handful of ‘Whisk(e)ys’ ourselves…
Cf&Bf: For interesting read smug. Full debrief on next week’s show…
&, yes, Bulleit is like liquid cunnilingus.
ie: tastes just a little bit of stale fish.
spoken like a true Brit!
That was more for comic value than actual scientific accuracy. Fish and minge do not taste at all similar.
Unless you’re really, really unlucky.
I’m late, but…
Bacon, white bread, lots of brown sauce.