R Is For…Rock On!

Shabby Road

R Is For Rotherham

Rotherham then. Coming from London this is one of the less pleasant journeys we’ve had to do and given the previous nights antics and how far along the tour we are, we’re all feeling a bit worse for wear. For all the enjoyment we get from playing gigs three nights out of every four, one of the drawbacks of touring is that you get a little starved of creativity so to combat this and a long aul’ van journey we get the laptop out and set about writing some new tunes.

When we get to the venue – The Vault – we start negotiating the multi-level-weird-angled stage and try to work out how we can possibly run all our instruments and vocals at the same time with only a 16 channel desk. After some rewiring we’re ready to rock, do a brief soundcheck and grab some greasy, greasy Pizza from next door before showtime. We’ve come to expect a good buzz from northern gigs and tonight is no exception. My uncle and cousin make it down and there must be some twisted law of the universe that means every time you have friends or family who’ve never seen the band come down to a gig, you have a bad night. This, combined with some technical problems, a shortage of stage monitors and a freshly reworked setlist meant things went less that perfect but everyone seemed to have a good time regardless. But, from an actual uncle to a spiritual uncle – whenever you start to feel weak on tour you just have to remember one thing: What would Henry do? Rock the fuck on!

Stu