Pendragon - Steve Thorne Gary Chandler

[Boatman]

Crikey what a gig at the Sheffiled Boardwalk!

Steve Thorne acoustic guitar/vocals and Gary Chandler electric guitar/vocals played a selection of Jadis and Steve Thorne numbers. Given that there was just the two of them, they used backing tapes on some songs, which was okay but I preferred it when they performed with just the two of them...

It was that hot that when they opened the doors and we all kind of flowed out in a lava sort of way...

As the night-air hit us we morphed back into our individual human-shapes, although I'm sure I have someone else's kneecap? Ah well, could have been worse!

The Moonshine beer was fantastic! (hic)

I think I am going to have a headache later today...

[Boatman]

Oh and Pendragon were BRILLIANT!

Paintbox is still going round in my head...

Can you believe that at this very hot gig, someone actually farted! I mean how anti-social is that? Worse than talking through gigs

If I had struck a match I am sure the person concerned would have taken off like a rocket..... Sorry to be a grump but you've been there you know what I mean... there are lines you don't cross in the book of gig etiquette (ooh err).

Still, it was a great gig and I am hoping to see Jadis next month and Pendragon in September.

[Liz from Cheshire]

boatman said:

Can you believe that at this very hot gig, someone actually farted! I mean how anti-social is that? Worse than talking through gigs

If I had struck a match I am sure the person concerned would have taken off like a rocket..... Sorry to be a grump but you've been there you know what I mean... there are lines you don't cross in the book of gig etiquette (ooh err).

Oh my God..you obviously dont go to the same kind of gigs as me, farting, belching, chattering, its inevitable!


...and as for the crowd....... ;D

[Paul B]

liz said:

boatman said:

Can you believe that at this very hot gig, someone actually farted! I mean how anti-social is that? Worse than talking through gigs

If I had struck a match I am sure the person concerned would have taken off like a rocket..... Sorry to be a grump but you've been there you know what I mean... there are lines you don't cross in the book of gig etiquette (ooh err).

Oh my God..you obviously dont go to the same kind of gigs as me, farting, belching, chattering, its inevitable!


...and as for the crowd....... ;D

Pity the Tea Lady & I couldn't make it last night.... sounds like we missed a rip snorter, of a gig of course.

Liz... I always thought you were a lady!!

Or were you having a pop a Nick again!! (Marillion T-shirt and all!!)...

Prog Paul

[Liz from Cheshire]

progpaul said:

liz said:

Oh my God..you obviously dont go to the same kind of gigs as me, farting, belching, chattering, its inevitable!


...and as for the crowd....... ;D

Liz... I always thought you were a lady!!

I was on about the bands behaviour

[Boatman]

Liz these were super stealth class ones, had they been visible they'd have looked like a lime green-yellow glowing cloud...
[glow=lime,2,300]~~~~~~~[/glow] [glow=gold,2,300]~~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~[/glow] No warning, straight below the nose-radar and then this rotten drain stench hit us.... not once but twice...

Ladies fanned harder and the whiff bounced around the hall, it's progress could be witnessed by horified looks, coughs and people looking at each other saying, it's not me! I digress....

[Alison]

liz said:

Oh my God..you obviously dont go to the same kind of gigs as me, farting, belching, chattering, its inevitable!


...and as for the crowd....... ;D

It has to be said...they were a rather more refined lot at the Journey gig in Manchester

[Boatman]

alison1604 said:

liz said:

Oh my God..you obviously dont go to the same kind of gigs as me, farting, belching, chattering, its inevitable!

...and as for the crowd....... ;D

It has to be said...they were a rather more refined lot at the Journey gig in Manchester

<- sweat from punters at Sheffield.

Yep I know - some bands eh Liz! ;D In the heat without proper ventilation, stealth farts and smoke can be lethal!

Normally the venues I go to in Rotherham, Sheffield, Bilston and way down in Tavistock, attract music-loving punters that respect the band and don't shout above the music during the performance and I'm glad Alison has also found that there are other real music lovers that respect their fellow fans in what is, after all, a shared experience everyone pays good money for. I avoid bad venues unless the band aren't playing anywhere fairly near that is better.

I wrote this after some gigs at our local pub-attached venue which just crams em' in! Trying to enjoy my fave songs with folks yawping right in front of me and talking on mobile phones, it was a waste of money and so frustrating when it is a band you really love and have been looking forward to seeing to escape work and routine for a couple of blissful hours.
[glow=red,2,300]THE FLOWER POT[/glow] At our real ale musical watering hole,
We see tributes, folk and rock n' roll.
If it's an unknown group it's nice,
But for popular acts think twice!

Punters overflow like quarts in a pint pot,
Close, cramped and bloomin' hot!
On a drink-sticky carpet we stand,
Waiting impatiently for our band.

Us regulars know just where to go,
To get a view of sorts, high or low;
But visitors stand obscured behind,
The most tall and noisy you'll ever find.

Meanwhile smokers exhale fog-like clouds,
Draping stage-lights in blue-grey shrouds.
Then it's house-lights off, the band appear,
Buzzes and pops as they plug in their gear.

"Derby we're gonna' rock you tonight!"
Earns alcohol-fuelled roars of delight.
Keyboards and power chords fill the air,
Exciting live music for all to share.

Soon a ballad allows the talkers to be heard,
Why do they pay to come in, it seems absurd?
Above the music to their mates they shout,
To them it's just another boozy night out.

There's ignorant Bill and loutish Ben,
The chat-a-lot, drink-a-lot flowerpot men!
They push blindly past to get to the loos,
Bumping others who spill beer on our shoes.

Little Miss Mobile is twittering on her phone
During a quiet song as if she were on her own.
There's camera Joe a one-man strobe-show,
And trigger-happy Dick flashing gung ho!

People now fill the hall, wall to wall,
The last song ends and we call for more.
The band returns after a pause
And finish the encore to loud applause.

House lights on, records are played
The show a success, their money made.
To taxi, car or bus we disperse,
Smelling like an ashtray - or maybe worse!

Boatman ;D

[Boatman]

Oh rolex, I've bored everyone again...