Right.. We woke up in Folkestone, and I took a shower. Toby thought he didn’t have time for one, but he did. And he also had a toast with jam on it. I was tweeting and downloading movies for the road. Pretty good. Alex the promoter took us to the coach station, and everything was fine and dandy, although we kind of remembered we didn’t drink enough coffee, so we went to the nearest Starbucks. Now, imagine how much stuff we’re carrying… Sleeping-bags, guitars, clothes, vinyls, cd’s, t-shirts, computers, all kinds of shit. And then we bought a coffee and realized we had to take the coffee with us, if we wanted to catch the coach to London. I somehow managed to carry my guitar case on my head, leaning it against my left elbow, dragging the merch behind me with my left hand, and carrying a bag on my back, while balancing Tobys coffee on top of mine and running 50 miles pr hour for the coach. We made it. And boy were we glad. So looking forward to another ride with the national express. So good.
In the coach things were calm. The driver is always polite. A good guy. We sat quietly in a corner and wondered what to do. I had recently downloaded a BBC documentary about Yellowstone and Toby was totally up for watching that. So we did, and holy cow it’s amazing. Especially one part of the whole documentary kinda blew us away, and had us rethinking our position in the universe amongst all things living. This fox, probably about three feet long, was scouting for mice underneath a thick layer of ice-cold snow. Just wandering around for like hours and hours listening for mice, very focused. Apparently these foxes have a very unique sense of hearing. Suddenly the fox pauses, like it’s thinking ‘aw, shit I forgot something, better go back’ unless it wasn’t that at all. It was listening to tiny movements underneath the snow. Maybe gnarling, maybe someone urinating, who knows. Out of the blue, this fox jumps 19 feet in the air, starts spinning around itself in the air, points it’s face right down towards the snow, and with the aid of gravity buries itself 24 feet deep into the snow, leaps up again with a fucking mouse in it’s mouth! Toby and I couldn’t believe it. We still can’t. Check it:
We arrived in London, and had pizza. It was crap, but they still wanted the money. Fair enough I guess. Still crap though. But fair enough. We then felt an instant need for a coffee and a lean, so we wen’t out for a coffee and a lean. Soon we were on the tube heading for the boat we were gonna play on. We found the boat, and were happy. Toby decided to walk across half of London to find ginger beer, which he never found. When he got back, a guy called André was dancing for him and Allan (Tangled Hair). He was having loads of fun dancing (it was about 5 o clock, and the music was rather quiet). He also kind of talked to himself while dancing: ‘it feels like friday’.When André got a little bit too excited, one of the staff asked him to leave in a polite way. André, who still felt like dancing a bit, was hurt and got a bit upset. He said that he was gonna ‘chop him up in his own kitchen’. Rather dramatic, but it didn’t happen though.
The gig was very nice, and luckily the boat stopped rocking so I didn’t have to cancel due to seasickness. Allan and Toby were both awesome, and the crowd seemed to enjoy themselves very much. Only thing was that the PA was manufactured by Fisher Price. It was a kinda of a ‘my first PA’ from Fisher Price. Basically, it didn’t sound fantastic. But at least it almost worked quite ok. After the gig we had some fun, and chatted to people, and that was nice. Kev from BSM Records was there, and was kind enough to bring me 50 t-shirts for road-sales. I’m really happy to have 50 t-shirts to carry around with me along with all the other stuff. Thanks Kev! Awesome.
We headed back to Tobys place and I slepped beside his brother that night, who is kinda of a hobbit version of toby, but a very nice bloke.
