Another good gig last night, at the Hold, Admiral Bar, Waterloo St., Glasgow. Played alongside four bands this time, and the first, called Wakeover, was the most interesting. Some good energy, nice Marshall amp, and Tony was drooling all over the guitar player’s Tele as usual (for those who came in late, Tony is veering away from standard shred axes like the Ibanez PGM he now plays. Btw, the PGM is up for sale on Ebay here, and Tony is hoping like hell somebody buys it so he can buy a Tele from a local store). Coming back to Wakeover, somehow felt the vocalist wasn’t cutting it, but anyway, they were fun to watch.
By the time we got on, the crowd had thinned a bit – we got the last slot close to midnight. Went ahead and did a reasonably tight 40 minute set, no repeats from the last few gigs, except for the encore, Brigade st. Sound wasn’t the greatest… Used a nice Fender Hot Rod DeVille amp, thanks very much to the Virolas (band that played before us) for that. Tony had a tiny 15 w Marshall, but got a decent sound. Chainese Item was a bit of ‘Mixed Fried Rice’ as Guru put it later…
Three down, three to go.
Ah yes, we tootled off to Edinburgh on the weekend. Pretty city. Old old buildings, castle. All the usual tourists. Hilly place, walked up ‘The Royal Mile’ to the castle, past scores of tartan shops hawking scottish memoirs if not Scotch. Met up with an old pal of Tony’s, Oscar. Walked down again looking for grub and all the pubs offered only a liquid diet till 6pm. Ended up at (sheesh) Burger King. Learning: if you’re ever at this homogenised, characterless, cheerless, mindlessly American joint, don’t even think of ordering any other burger but the Whopper. I took Guru’s advice (smart, eh?), checked out the deliciously photographed board-menu, and went for a double cheeseburger meal. Which turned out to be a burger that will fit comfortably inside a penny black, with two patties inside from a clearly starved cow, and a couple of floppy cheese slices. That’s it. Ah yes, there are the fries, which I can never get through, and the watered down drink. The Whopper, on the other hand, (David was wise enough to order it) is much more respectable and actually (hallelujah) has a few bits of green sticking around. Veggies! Wow! And even some mayo! So listen up, folks. If ever you’re down enough on your luck to hit a Burger King, you know what to do. Have it your way.
Hung around the park near the railway station, beside a Walter Scott memorial thing that looked disturbingly like Stephen King’s Dark Tower. Nice.
Seagulls look beautiful when they’re flying, but sort of stuffy and stupid when they’re standing around.