26.10.05

This is the modern world

Well you can't say that The Gresham Flyers are behind with the times. Not only do we launch ourselves into (my)space, but our ritual bonding sessions are usually over work emails. Ok, so they're usually a bit too dull to tell you about, but we thought you might like to see our exchanges when discussing the influences to put on our myspace profile.

After several thousand emails of adding a band name to the list, it started getting a bit silly:

From: Dan
To: The Gresham Flyers
Subject: RE: Influences


Influences:

New Order
Blur
Super Furry Animals
Sparks
Roxy Music
Dexys Midnight Runners
XTC
Belle & Sebastian
The Wedding Present
Pulp
Inspiral Carpets
Kasabian
Glen Medeiros



From: Thom
To: The Gresham Flyers
Subject: RE: Influences


Influences:

Kasabian
Glen Medeiros
Dubstar
Billy Ocean



From: Martin
To: The Gresham Flyers
Subject: RE: Influences


I can see it now: "The Gresham Flyers are Dubstar, fronted by Glen Madeiros, with the rhythm section of Kasabian, featuring Billy Ocean on backing-vocals"


From: Andrew
To: The Gresham Flyers
Subject: RE: Influences


It's "Madeiros". I had my first ever slow dance to is song. Suzanne, her name was... I can still remember it. Ouch.


From: John
To: The Gresham Flyers
Subject: RE: Influences

Influences:

It's Immaterial
Sigue Sigue Sputnik
Fiction Factory
Yello
The Adventures
Gaye Bikers on Acid
The Blow Monkeys
Lonnie Gordon
Dan Hartman
Strike
Deuce
Rosie Gaines


From: Thom
To: The Gresham Flyers
Subject: RE: Influences

You forgot Corona. I model all my basslines on Rhythm Of The Night.


From: Sharon
To: The Gresham Flyers
Subject: RE: Influences

I used to own records by one act on that list. I'll let you work it out. Oh, and you forgot Kym Symms.


From: John
To: Sharon
Subject: RE: Influences

"Lemme tell you sump'n...
No maaaan in de WORL'..."

Bet you owned records by either Yello (whom Thom MUST like) or Fiction Factory


From: Thom
To: The Gresham Flyers
Subject: RE: Influences

I've seen your dog-eared picture sleeve of Love Missile F1-11 lying about the house. I know the truth. You can't hide it in between your Nick Heyward and David Essex singles, you know.

I forgot to add 10cc and ELO to the list. Yes, I'm being serious.


Et cetera. A rare but thrilling insight into the psyche of The Gresham Flyers: "Dubstar, fronted by Glen Madeiros, with the rhythm section of Kasabian, featuring Billy Ocean on backing-vocals"

Sharon
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13.10.05

Scottish Tour Photos

And here's a few photos from the weekend. Gotta love the lighting in Teviot Underground. :)





12.10.05

Tour Diary: Day Two (Saturday)

Yawn. I can see why musicians of a certain disposition (Graham Coxon is the first to spring to mind) are quite averse to touring. There's a lot of sitting around and waiting during the day, and unless you construct your day rigidly, the chances are that boredom will set in. So that's why two-thirds of the band (Dan and John were busy doing something constructive no doubt) ended up whiling away the day sat the traffic jam trying to get in to Glasgow, then Mono.

Fortunately Mono is one of my favourite places to do nothing and since a few months have passed since my last visit, I feel that me and my favourite couch have a lot of catching up to do.

Mono, for the unitiated, is a café. Not only that, but it's a vegan café, and as an avowed carnivore, I can honestly say it makes a life of non-meat eating very attractive. On top of that, it also has Monorail attached to it. Monorail is a record store. A good indie record store that's run by Stephen Pastel. They also put gigs on, with some great names lined up. In short, for someone whose favourite activities include record shopping and eating, you can't go far wrong. See for yourself here

I eat a vegan burger and my beloved spicy chips. Sharon buys a Jens Lekman album and a folk compilation. I eat a vegan chocolate cheesecake and buy a Wilco album on the cheap. I feel sorry for Martin, as it's his first visit to Scotland and we've locked him in a smelly café (though to be fair, the rain outside isn't the most attractive prospect). We brave the rain and take a trip to Fopp (I can't remember where Avalanche is), then go back. The afternoon drifts by as John and Dan show up, along with a few mates we haven't seen for a bit. I almost forget we have a gig, but we do.

The Winchester Club is, like Mono, a good reason to move to Glasgow. They always play great music and the bands are usually excellent (though I have to admit seeing the worst performance of any band in my life there, naming no names), and I'm thrilled to be here. The Woodside Social Club where it's held is a bit of a Phoenix Nights gaff, but all the more charming for it, especially with the mirrorball and comfy seats.

The attendance tonight is blighted by some rather heavy competing events; Belle & Sebastian are playing a festival in Castlemilk, The Go! Team are playing nearby too, and Lucky Luke are owning Sleazys. Sarah and Dan go flyering in Sleazys just in case our 10.00pm stage time can attract any post-Luke stragglers. By the time we go on though, there's a decent enough amout of people. I know from experience that unless you're the headline band or really good, folk tend to sit around the outskirts rather than stand in front of the stage, so I’m happy to explain away the mass of open area in front of us. The sound is apparently better than last night, and though I think we play a bit sluggishly, it seems I'm the only one with that opinion. We play Dreams Never End for Gav, who's putting us up for the night and provided a bass amp and spare guitar amp, and it gets well received. Plastic Bag, however, seems to be the runaway favourite of both nights, and rightly so.

Watching State Of Samuel and Speedmarket Avenue is inspring and gives us a taste of how damn good they are; everything from their tunes to the harmonies to the community-minded onstage intermingling of band membrs over their sets is infectious and a good indicator of how to get the best out of a large band setup. Definitely worth watching. On top of that, they're all lovely guys and gals too.

Post-club, a lot of umm-ing and ahhh-ing ends up with us going back to Nal's place for a party. The fact that Nal lives in a rather expansive castle owned by an eminent legal professor is only a good thing; the other bands turn up, and a splendid time is had by all. I stay on the couch while Andrew argues politics. Good times all round. So much so, in fact, that we don't get back to Gav's til 6am. With the prospect of having to drive back home at midday, surely sleep would be the most sensible option? I take the hint and go to bed. Martin decides that staying up 'til half seven drinking whiskey with our gracious host is the way forward. Lucky him- he doesn't have to drive! As it happens, his rock n roll antics end up with his face pressed into the toilet bowl, puking his guts out; don't expect any sympathy (or a smooth ride) from me, fella...

Thom

11.10.05

Tour Diary; Day One (Friday)

Although we've had these dates booked for some months, it's always struck me, especially in the final moments before Andrew picks us up; how do 'proper' bands start tours? Do they wake up, have a shower, make some toast and sit around waiting for the tourbus to pick them up from their house? Or do they spend the previous night bonding in some mass black magic ritual before swaggering to the magic tourbus depot, choose their transport and speed off?

Either way, no such ritual for us, only a rather ramshackle rehearsal in Balham the night before. We've got a nice blue van, which is hastily loaded up with instruments, then unpacked again to fit the drum kit in, repacked, seats assigned (Sharon refuses to move from the back right seat, I get lumped with the job of co-pilot), and off we go.

I won't bore you with details of our journey to Edinburgh, other than to say it was smooth and hassle free. Dan, Andrew and I alternated the driving, and we mercifully avoided any traffic jams or major wrong turns. It's interesting that it's the first time that the six of us have been in prolonged company of only each other, though. I mean, I've been on holiday with Sharon and Dan before, and Sharon's been on holiday with Waz, or shared a chalet with Andrew at ATP, but with just the six of us, I suppose your true personality takes hold and you find out if you really like your bandmates. And, fingers crossed, so far so good. No-one's exposed themselves (nor in that sense) as a mid-morning drinker or smack addict, and aside from Martin's concern at Andrew's mid-morning consumption of a curry at the services, everything is just dandy.

The smoothness continues at Edinburgh. We park up, set up and go to the pub. Amy the organiser is super super nice and props must go to her for booking us without hearing us and for pairing us with the mighty Lucky Luke whose album Patrick The Survivor is one of my albums of the year. A load of friends are there, which is equally encouraging and nerve wracking; some have seen us before (especially Paul who's come up from London and now holds the record for the most amount of Gresham Flyers shows attended by a non-immediate member of the Flyer family), but some have only heard the talk and are thus expecting something good. I hope we don't disappoint.

As it turns out, we go down pretty well. The set is upbeat, we play well (people are dancing!) and apparently it sounds good out the front. At the last minute we drop our cover of Enola Gay and put in Dreams Never End by New Order instead. Sharon's assertion that we're wrong playing our signature introduction tune (Theme From) The Gresham Flyers as a mid-set intermission proves to be correct. However, the real only mishap for me is during Student Nurse, I tread on the guitar lead and thus my solo is never heard (an particular pain as we'd spent the majority of soundcheck making sure it sounded good!). Waz's only mishap appears to be his hat, but the crowd notice this and heckle accordingly.

Set over, we apparently manage to won over a few new converts with our tour CDs (two tracks- Falling Down and Shiftwork, recorded last weekend on a 16 track and sounding very good), though since I’m only the bass player, no-one talks to me about these things. Lucky Luke play a far more impressive set- note to band; buy an autoharp- and are enthusiastic about our set too.

We don't hang around too long; Waz and Helen go to their hotel, Dan and Sarah get a ride in the Lucky Luke bus back to Glasgow (and apparently get to eat biscuits and listen to banjo music, the devils), while the rest of us decamp to Kristin and Jonny's lovely new flat for a good night's kip. So good, in fact that we don't wake up until half eleven the next morning. That's rock n roll, baby.

Thom