The downside of not getting sidetracked through a riot zone is that we arrived at the gig with plenty of time to see the support. Now normally I don’t have a problem with support bands – mainly because Mrs B is joining me after work and in general doesn’t arrives until moments before the main band hits the stage. So no matter how bad the support act turns out to be I don’t have to worry about Mrs B complaining. I would classify The Computers as heavy punk verging on crap – all frantic noise with very little tune or melody – Mrs B’s eyes were rolling at me within seconds of “The Computers” hitting the stage… She hinted that all would not be well if the Good Charlottes turned out to play live anything like the support…Gulp….
Now I have to admit that I have only ever listened to the Good Charlottes’ music. I’ve not seen video footage, interviews or read much about them - so was not really sure what to expect…. I must admit that the baseball caps, tattoos and sleeveless denim jackets were a little unexpected. As was the good old boy southern accents. Turns out that they are from Waldorf, Maryland and it looked like we had come to see a Dukes of Hazard reunion party – just needed Boss Hog and Daisy Duke (Ah, light bulb suddenly goes on - so that’s what Katy Perry was referring to in her song "California Gurls")
Fortunately, first impressions can be deceiving and the Good Charlottes proved that they can play live. The joint was soon rocking, which was great for atmosphere but not good for Mrs B being able to see and an absolute nightmare in terms of trying to get some concert footage with Mega Mini Beast…. I decided to move to the back of the auditorium, which was great for Mrs B and would have been better for taking some shots but before I could set the camera up properly I was tapped on the shoulder by a member of security and asked to step outside.
He told me I had to hand Mega Mini Beast into the box office and collect it at the end….
I looked at the sea of camera screens glowing in front of me and asked him if he was being serious – apparently he was – just as well I had not sneaked The Beast in….
I was escourted to the I was told that I would have to collect Mega Mini Beast from the stage door after the show as the box office was just closing and was given a raffle ticket in exchange for Mega Mini Beast…
When I got back Mrs B asked me where I had been.
“Just entering Mega Mini Beast into a raffle.”
I enjoyed the rest of the show, especially when the lead singer said:
“We don’t care if you download and share our music – we started with nothing and have done very well out of the music business thank you (I’m pretty sure their record company would not be so happy with that statement).”
It made me wonder about what their feelings were about their digital picture images???
Afterwards it was round to the stage door, which was a bit ironic as the hoards of people wanting to get a look at the band were held back, while me with my little raffle ticket was waved through and down the alley way, 25 metres to the stage door (I’m pretty sure that I heard some booing and hissing from the held back throng). I knocked on the door and was waved inside to be met by the band who insisted on giving me their autographs and posing for pictures….
Sadly not, just a young girl with a box of cameras, including, I kid you not this time, a phone and not even a very sophisticated one…Fair play to security for stopping me using the Mega Mini Beast (although to be honest the results were so poor it deserved to go into detention) but confiscating a phone just seems ridiculous…
Then I was back into the alley way (I probably could’ve hung around and waited for the band but I was already getting death glares from their fan base) and off home, taking yet another detour around the riot-torn streets of Tottenham and avoiding all temptation to pick up the free trainers, flat screen TV’s and designer clothing that are apparently essential for survival in modern Britain today….Mrs B and I will just have to do our best to survive on the things we bought and paid for ourselves….
At war with the local paper (although I suspect the paper neither knows nor cares. This may turn out to be a mistake)
I’ve decided to abandon buying our local newspaper in protest at them totally ignoring my request for a photo pass for next week’s V festival. I would totally understand if they came back and said no but to just ignore my request is the last straw. It’s not as if they have much to do except cover the odd old lady bites dog story. The last Newspaper that upset me like this was The News Of The World and 15 years to the day (give or take a few months) of me stopping purchasing it and The News of The World was confined to history….Local Observer you have been warned…..15 to 20 years and I predict you will be no more….
Watch of the week
Xupes has been trading for over 2 years and Joe has recently developed some great contacts in the trade which enables him to pick up surplus stock and sell them at great prices. Mrs B is a regular purchaser from his jewellery section, going self service once she finally realised that her husband is not the jewellery buying type…
Mischief, always finds grass is the best medicine
much better than a visit to the sodding vets.....
McG, doesn't exactly look like he's on his sick bed....
|Goldfinches playing musical chairs,|
someone should tell them that two
birds and two chairs makes for a very
long and dull game....
|"Ron, Ron have you seen my Hummingbird impression??"|
Surely a straight red for this nasty two footed challenge….
|More camera's than guitars....|
|Lifestyles of the Rich & Famous....|
|Be thankful I spared you a sight of |
his Daisy Duke's.....
|I can at least pass this one off as arty...|