- may I humbly apologise to Grumbling Fur? I didn't wait to see them play at the Soup Kitchen as otherwise this wouldn't be getting posted until near midnight.
Secondly, as you may have noticed, there is no strained pun about a football club in this later Sunday blog. I think one per day is quite enough, and you probably feel the same, too.
Anyway, the band I really went to see were From The Kites Of San Quentin, and because I know them I got put on the reduced-price ticket list*!
I got there slightly early, to see Luke, the guitar player, sitting sipping a beer all alone in the basement. The audience consisted of - me.
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| In case you'd forgotten what Conrad looks like. |
The Kites** were performing a new set, composed to be performed all of a piece. Conrad liked it but will need to hear it a few times before getting comfortable with it. The set did have that benefit of live music - SHEER VOLUME! At some points the vibrations came up through the floor and made your internal organs shudder, which you won't get with a CD.
Just for you music afficionadoes out there, here's the Kites stage set-up:
Minus Luke's guitar. And he's the first live performer I've seen using a bow to play his - ahem - "axe".
I also worried about being in Alison's eyeline - she might be put off by seeing me staring back at her. She solved this by keeping her eyes shut. And Phil***! Whilst Luke the guitar player remained very controlled and composed, Phil never stopped moving. Or would that be grooving?
I can only post one very poor quality of the band themselves:
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| This photo is pink. And flawed. Ha - Pink Flawed! Do you get - O you do. |
Oh, and the Soup Kitchen basement? "Air-raid bunker style" reads my note, with a distinct whiff of damp about it.
And the toilets! Even more ghastly than those in the Bay Horse. Why, Conrad mistook the washbasin for a urinal, and the actual toilets looked as if they were built in a Tube tunnel ventilation shaft, circa 1937.
As a musical finale, have a picture of the Grumbling Furs stage set-up:
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| Mid-left - is that a hammer dulcimer? |
"Yes, yes," I can hear you call. "Music is all very well, but where does steam come into the blog? Tell us, Conrad, tell us!"
Very well. Hay Pesto!
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| A Super-Steam Iron |
Or something like that.
Screaming
Conrad happened to stumble across a television series called "Z Nation" earlier today, and expressed an interest. It has been running since September, is due to end it's first season shortly and has been afforded a second.
No! It's not about Zambia! It's about - NO! It's not about Zimbabwe! Don't interrupt. It's - NO! Zaire doesn't exist as a name any more!
It is about <scans horizon for any other countries beginning with "Z", relaxes slightly> the aftermath of a global zombie epidemic. Three years after the world begins a slide into chaos, a single surviving victim of zombie infection has to be transported from New York to California, where the last remaining biology lab can attempt to find a cure.
| Zion! Er - not relevant to "Z Nation"? |
Er - I have to admit, the connection here is a bit thin, but hang in here with me and we will prevail!
Last week Conrad got a free box of the following:
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| Mint flavoured Matchmakers |
Why, trying to team them up, of course!
* It's not the guest list, not yet, but - one day, one day ...
** We The Privileged can call them this.
*** Keyboards, rhythm and effects.
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