Up the ladder. Load in. Down the ladder. Eat some chicken. Up the ladder, record a quick promo vid. Down the ladder to sign off. Up the ladder to go and meet the rest of the guys. Down the ladder because I've forgotten to bring any cash. It's a small miracle that we're even able to lift our things after that small marathon. Still, all in a days work I suppose, for the residents of Falmouth who frequent The Jacob's Ladder Inn... so who are we to complain?
Our third- or is it fourth? I can't remember. Our 'next-in-the-sequence-single-digit-number' of times playing this venue and it's as good a time as any. Small turnout and quiet to begin with, but that doesn't stop the crowd chanting 'Fuck You!' raucously by the end if the night. I... suppose that might require some explanation. But I don't feel like it yet. So, as they say, fuck you.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry...
But, like you may have heard somewhere, the hijinks are there. A big bloke with a beard changes the game early on. He's watching us play with a knowing glint in his eye. Something is about to go down and he knows it, but whatever it is that's happening, he ain't about to show his hand. Mr. Dinosaur slows down into it's middle section as the beard slowly slides off of his barstool...
Confidence in his stride, he swaggers into the middle of the floor. The room is his as he lifts his arms and starts lumbering around like ..well.. like a dinosaur. I love it, the crowd love it, Dan... doesn't love it... but he's CLEARLY loving it! And the ice is broken. Good thing, too. Tonight features a couple of slight alterations. A newly fashioned Birdman and Pirate (In My Heart (Again (For the Millionth Time))) are tried out for the first time. I think it goes well. My eyes are too sweaty for me to know for certain.
Somewhere down the line, a young woman points at Roger and whispers to her friend. She then proceeds to sit front and centre and observe him very, very carefully. He clocks this and somewhat suspiciously, his licks become more extravagant... his backing vocals more erratic and outlandish. He's clearly spraying his stink all over her, although he coyly denies it when brought to task.
People dance and sandals fly across the room as we come to the end of our set. Dan takes a moment to quite Duelling Banjos at the end of the last song and the oddest sensation fills the room. It's like laughter, but it's not quite real. It's almost as if someone switched on a tape of canned laughter. So very very odd as the crowd starts chanting their chorus of 'Fuck You.'
See, we played our Cee Lo cover earlier on and everyone seemed to love it. So their chanting is actually for us to play... well, that song. Time to get all frontmanny and get people singing. Because I'm ever so good at it, of course. My mad 'skillz' pay off once again as I call for people to sing the refrain.
One tiny little female voice in the corner of the room... 'fuckyoooooo!' Quality.
Knackered, the night ends and I crawl up to the bar. I ask the barman if I can have a pint. His response?
Yup.
'Fuck you!'
...igotthepintmindyou...
Setlist for 12/5/12
Quickstep
Inspector Katz
Made With Love
Fuck You (cover)
David Bryant Tried to Section and Kill Me
Mr. Dinosaur
Pirate (in my Heart)
El Miedo
Goose in 4D
Mary the Snowdeer, I Hate You
Birdman
A Miskito Called James
Hey Ya (cover)
Too Late to Mate
My Voice
Love is in the Sole
Dayglow
Herb the Taxi Driver
Chad
Lillipad Lover
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Bonkers (cover)
The Rules
Fuck You (cover)
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