A solo night out. I don’t go out on my own that often, I generally try to rope someone into going out with me but if no-ones up for it I really don’t see why I should miss out on something I want to see or do. I didn’t even ask anyone if they wanted to come and see The Blow Monkeys with me because I don’t think I would have gotten a positive or even polite response, so to save face I bought my ticket and trotted off on my own.
Please remind me never to go to a concert within an hour of the door opening time. I felt like a complete lemon just standing there propping up the bar with five other people looking like a complete no mates. At one point I started to text friends and had a couple of phone convos so at least I might have just looked like I was expecting to meet someone or got stood up instead of being a sad cow who goes out on her own. Is that better? Er- no. Not. at. all.
I can’t say I’m a huge Blow Monkeys fan but they are a band I remember from way back when. I know a few songs and one of my favourite songs from the 80’s is by them and I went to see them on the strength of that song alone. It reminds me of the days when I used to tape songs off the radio and write down every single lyric by frantically hitting rewind on my Hitachi cassette radio and scribbling down the badly interpreted lyrics. To be honest, I didn’t even know that the band was still together so I was very surprised to see a flier for the gig in the local library. They were supported by the Kate Rogers Band who I have never heard of but I have to say I was pretty impressed. Kate Rogers and band put on a good show- a better performance than I expected as they looked like a bunch of students from the SU bar who were just gonna “give it some” for a few minutes and I had my fingers ready to stick into my ears. Thankfully I didn’t have to use them.
I don’t really have any pictures apart from this-
I have a new camera and not a sodding clue how to use it. I picked it up before I dashed out the house and I knew I’d be in trouble as I hadn’t read the manual but I thought I would be able to get at least one good photo. It’s only a point and shoot and as you can see I can’t even follow those two simple instructions to good effect. Hopeless.
I didn’t even bother to try and take any pics of the main act because it would have been too much faffing and I wanted to just enjoy the music so heres a photo of them that I have stolen from the BBC website-
It’s not a recent picture by about 20 years I would say but they are all recognisable- there was the guy in the bowler hat, the drummer in the suit, sax/ keyboard player in a hat and Dr Robert…… well, hes less recognisable. He’s kinda lost his cool and was dressed in black jeans and a nondescript blue shirt and basically just looked like someones dad, not the sharp sexy thing pictured above.
Appearances aside they put on a great show and I got to hear all the old favourites plus lots of newer tracks too. I did start to feel slightly miffed when they finished the set and didn’t perform the one song I’d come out to hear but they did it for their encore and I danced my little socks off, reminiscing about my Hitachi stereo with the Garfield scratch ‘n’ sniff stickers on it. I had a great time and before I retire for the night singing this song to myself, let me play it for you….
How fitting is it that on a day that brought us this de- wigged picture of the creator of the original wall of sound-
– I discover creators of a brand new wall of sound who are all a lot easier on the eyes….
I must have been asleep for the past 10 years because I’ve NEVER heard of Naturally 7. EVER.
I was at work around 4.30 this afternoon wrapping things up when I got a call from my mate H asking if I wanted to go to a concert this evening. My first thought was “damn, I wanted to re- pot my lettuces” (more on that tomorrow) but so as not to admit to being the the fogey that I am undeniably turning into, I said “Sure”. So come 5pm I dashed home, got changed and off we went.
I had no idea who we were going to see and H only had a vague idea of what we were going to hear. Apparently she saw a poster today and thought it sounded interesting ( read: she saw a pic of seven fit men and had to be where they are). H said something about a cappella but I didn’t know what else to expect. A cappella my eye, it was pure vocal gymnastics and was nothing short of spectacular- and even that is an understatement.
The “wall of sound” they create is done by each member recording and looping sounds as they make them using a food pedal, and layering them over each other, resulting in a rich sonar tapestry that is interwoven and spliced in perfect harmony.
They rnb’d, gospelled, beatboxed and motowned away two hours with the use of no instruments at all although I kept scanning the stage thinking that at some point they must have sneaked an instrument onto the stage because the sounds they generated with their voices were simply amazing. They even did an “electric guitar” version of God Save the Queen which had me roaring, not with royalist pride, but with pure amazement that someone could manipulate their vocal chords in such a manner to create these sounds. They took on Beatles classics, Simon and Garfunkel, Genesis- and they didn’t just sing and perform “vocal play”, they entertained, talked to the audience and got us to join in. I must also add that they mimed all the actions of them “playing” on their specific instruments and their formation on the stage was exactly as it would be if they were playing actual instruments. That added another dimension to the entire performance and gave the ultimate air guitar experience even more depth.
Naturally 7 did a meet and greet in the Town Hall foyer, signing autographs and taking pictures, but I was too much of a big chicken to get a proper photo of them so all I got was this..
There are a couple of dates left on their UK tour so if you get a chance to go and see them, cancel all other plans for the evening and make sure you go because its an absolute treat.
I left the venue high on happiness and glad I’d gone along. It was so much more fun than lettuce.
The only bum note- literally, was that someone kept FARTING throughout the performance. You know the silent deadly ones that make you want to up and run? It was horrid. Someone really needs to invent some kind of fart catcher that you can poot into to trap the gas then release it later when you are out in the open. You have nappies for babies so they can do their business and you dispose of it later and there needs to be a similar facility for wind. We can send people to the moon, correct impaired vision with lasers but we can’t catch a fart. Someone needs to get on that, pronto.