(B)asshole
From the Don’t-try-this-at-home Files: don’t throw your principal instrument to the ground the night before playing the biggest festival of your life cuz it could very well break in two:
My poor bass had taken so much similar punishment in the past, but I guess it was fed up with my idiocy and decided to teach me a lesson. Ah well, like they say: you win some, you lose some. Or, in this case, you lose the championship game by scoring in your own net.
Thankfully, Biffy Clyro was kind enough to loan me one of their back-up basses to get through Glastonbury, saving me from having to use the cheapest bass in all of the United Kingdom, that I had purchased in Bristol during a mad scramble earlier in the day (and that broke three songs into last night’s set in Cieszyn, Poland). It all worked out fine in the end and we made it through our John Peel Stage set.
Thankfully for us, Glastonbury was not muddy in the least, so I was able to take it in with relative ease. The rest of the guys earned their Glastonbury stripes by trudging through the slop last year, but I got off easy. A guy like me needs to be eased into a festival like Glastonbury though, since its population is greater than that of my home province.
Matt and I caught White Denim blowing the roof off the Queenshead Stage and then Buddy Guy tearing it up with his way-too-slick band on the Jazz World stage. Now if White Denim was Buddy Guy’s band we’d be talking about serious shit.
easyJet took us to Poland the next day. It seems to me that their baggage handlers could stand to take a cue from their courteous flight attendants and not treat my bass like a Guantanamo detainee. But then it’s clear that I don’t treat the bass much better myself…
And on that note of self-defeat, I will retire to my quarters at Katowice’s Stadion Slaski (no idea how we ended up staying at a soccer stadium, but it is kinda neat) and prepare some photographic evidence for a recap of our time in Poland.
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Today we arrived in London to get ready for our first run of European festivals this summer (excluding of course the raucous start we had in Barcelona):
We’re warming up tonight with a show at Proud Galleries in Camden. There’s currently a Sid Vicious photo exhibit here, so as a tribute I will be getting fucked up and miming all my bass parts while Mat our sound engineer does the real work from behind my amp. Has the makings of the best Holy Fuck show of all time.
Tomorrow we head to the Glastonbury Festival where we’re playing the John Peel Stage. Hopefully the hippies are kinder to Jay-Z than they were to Kanye. And hopefully we don’t drown in the mud as it’s already been raining and continues to do so today. Brian is set as he has his Canadian-branded wellies:
We’re on tomorrow afternoon at 2:30 and you can tune-in to our set on the BBC. After we play I plan on hitting the treadmill with Amy Winehouse for a bit and then watching CSS before we head for Poland at 4 am.
More from the mud tomorrow!
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