NaRocRockin Beats…
Soundcheck last night. I did something I never thought I’d ever do. Ever. I played a Pet Shop Boys track. And I enjoyed it.
It went very well indeed. Yes it was daunting initially, I had probably built it up too much. But once I got into Spy I just thought fuck it. It wasn’t packed, there was no one expecting great things and there were plenty of good heads there. People were having a drink or two and noddding away to the msuic. Not much dancing but that’s just fine.
When I arrived Bluebirds Are So Natural were ripping it up and playing a blinder. I introduced myself. Very nice folk altogether.
I downed a quick Carlsberg. Then it was my turn. Lady Gaga got the ball rolling.
The lovely Milan Adenauer came over to say hello. She doesn’t look a jot like her avatar.
Rick rocked in looking pimpishly cool. The best cane I ever did see. Rapture Ponies introduced herself with a big hug. Anthony McG rolled by in 3-D glasses. And sure why not?!
My planned setlist went out the window and I played whatever took the mood from thereon. And it was over in a flash. Really glad I did it tho. Felt like my Blogmitzvah if you will. My stepping out from behind the veil of anonymity. And it didn’t hurt one bit.
Afterwards I chatted to some more fine folk. Anthony, Pedro, Nialler, Aoife to name but a few. It was great to meet you all.
The music was eclectic and always wonderfully unpredictable.
Oh and Jim would it have killed you to play a bit of Aslan?!?
All in all, a cracking night was had. Hats off to Una and Sarah for putting it all together and running such a tight ship. Gold stars all round.
And despite all my threats, I never got around to playing Guns N Roses. Next time I swear!
Fuck it… LET’S ROCK
I’m sitting in a pub across from Spy. Had a mental day in work. But still legged it earlier than supposed to.
The couple of Carlsbergs have just evaporated. Soundcheck I’m sure is rocking and rolling. I admit I’m quite fucking nervous. But the world still turns.
Right so. The time is now. Fuck it. Let’s rock.
There Will Be Cake…
I twisted my ankle last night playing football. Thankfully nothing broken. Except maybe pride.
I was clean through on goal too when a rogue tackle and my trademark Messi shuffle combined to make me crumble in a heap of man pain on the astroturf. And now I hobble like, like, like something that hobbles a lot (note to self… insert mindblowingly apt analogy here later) and my ankle looks like something you should need planning permission for.
What does all this mean you may well ask?
Well kids I am lined up for some Soundcheck Blog Off action in Spy tomorrow night and now the Har Mar Superstar-styled dance routine will have to take a raincheck I’m afraid. Just think of what might have been.
Anyway, those fine folk also vying for blogger imortality:
Nialler9
Jim Carroll
Rick O’Shea
Ian Wright (Thrill Pier)
UnaRocks
Sweet Oblivion
Raptureponies
Aoife McIndieHour
Bluebirds Are So Natural
Dublin Streets
It promises to be an eclectic affair. There have even been threats of Prefab Sprout. Lord help us and save us.
First blogger up will be hitting the decks at 7pm. Admission is free before 11pm (and then a fiver thereafter). Drinks promotions on the night and Una has made promises which involve cake.
So let the games begin.
One thing I can guarantee is that I won’t play any Beyoncé. How many times can one woman say “If you liked it you should’ve put a ring on it” in 3 odd minutes? No wonder he fucked off and didn’t put a ring on it you whingey aul sod.
So shine on you crazy diamonds. I hope to see you there. I still might wear a mask.
The password is fidelio…
Burning with curiosity, I ran across the field after the rabbit with the watch in its waistcoat-pocket. Fortunately I was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge. Down I went after it, never once considering how in the world I was to get out again.
Alice and the rabbit heading down to Soundcheck on the 19th of Feb
And so word has spread like wildfire, like a rogue meteor if you will.
I saw it here first, a real blog war you say? I’m there.
Supremo led me to the the Creator of it all. It’s like the Truman Show really. Except in Soundcheck form. With the almighty UnaRocks as the Morgan Freeman, God-type character. Except with better taste in music and an enviable energy to be setting up the likes of this lark.
In truth I brought it on myself. I answered the call. I’m sure I won’t regret it yet I’m excited and vaguely nervous in equal measure. And I don’t get nervous.
Maybe it’s the knowledge that there are some serious muso-blog type luminaries on the bill. Many of whom do it professionally and very well for that matter. I might just have to wear a mask.
Maybe it’s the knowledge that there’ll be some serious muso-blogger types on the dancefloor. People who can write, slate and review like there’s no tomorrow. Literally. Right there right then. They have the technology. And that’s perhaps more daunting. I might just have to wear a mask.
So let the Battle of the Bloggers begin. It’s on like Donkey Kong.
One thing I will say is that I can’t guarantee I won’t just play Guns N Roses.
