Danger's Pic of the week

Danger's Pic of the week
Bones and Bloody Agents taking it easy (photo by Jacqui Van Staden) CLICK ON THE PIC TO ACCESS FACEBOOK PAGE

Sunday, November 7, 2010

FI racing, Kitcheners, 70 juta street and the case of the bloody finger!

So...just catching my breath, cos man what a weekend!!! Insane. In each each member's respective pathway its been crazy which is for us a band, kinda awesome. Cos we use the practice as an outlet and let the creative juices flow!! Well after a chilled Friday, Bones and myself headed to the eastern borders of johannesburg and went to go check out Rev Wright and the Mystery Train Gamblers, Pistol Whip 45 and of course our own Comrade Wright in Swivel Foot.
The venues was Woody's which is located in Edenvale just above the harley Davidson shop. The show was pretty rad and unfortunatley we only caught a little bit of Swivel Foot's set, before we headed further in the deep dark east, On to CCHQ!!

True to North-Western-suburban-boys style, Bones and I got horribly lost trying to find the venue and have ultimatley come to the conclusion that Bones and I have the navigation skills of a drunk directing people to the correct platforms at the bus station! Needless to say miss Bow stepped in and pointed us in the right direction. Looking classy (in our own special way) Bones, who looked liked he was dressed for an awards ceremony of farmers monthly and myself, auditioning for the latest emo band with a new set of emotions to whine about, we entered the club ready to bring the house down!!

I'm gonna leave this part of the adventure out and just say that we put down some dance moves that even Michael Jackson would find impressive, did one shot too many and consumed way too much pink champagne, which I've now realised makes an exceptional substitute for an injured F1 driver. As I Nigel Manselled us back to our respective and familiar territories, we took stock of an awesome night out (Not behind out instruments for a change)...and then passed out.
I woke up this morning and found a receipt from PPC for the cement that they had lodged into my skull during my passed out state! I also encountered for the first time ever and inner-body argument between parts of my body that were not impressed with other parts of my body. After coming to terms with my hungover state, I chilled out and panted for air like a dog panting out a window and waited for 3 pm.

I won't bore u with the minor details and rather just speed up to the juicy bits. Collected gear from the Boneyard (practice room) and made my way to Kitcheners. Upon arrival, I got really excited for the show as there was a mass number of people socialising outside and the vibe just seemed so chilled but brewing with a feeling of excitment. Its so rad to see that the city is making a revival in becoming a place of not just business, but socialising events as well. The crowd was very different and that always excites me when we play because we get to expose ourselves to a new audience and see their reaction. Tha band has been in fine form latley and I know Comrade Wright was eager to get rid of some unwanted stress (from setting up the coffee shop), and Bones and I needed to exercise the hangover out of our bodies from the night before.

It was at this point, that the winds of change took over and a smooth afternoon was cut down to one of unpredictability. I received a call from Comrade Wright to inform me that he had cut his finger and was currently on his way to the hospital. I will still struggling with the fact that my car was double-parked outside and Bones was nowhere to be found…and my hangover added no comfort to any of these scenarios. The cut bassist-finger episode presented me with just one solution…go see what is happening across the road and have another drinkJ.  The atmosphere across the street was amazing, people hanging outside, having drinks talking just soaking up the excitement of this small rebirth in the city
Reminded me a lot of my year I spent in Glasgow and the streets of Glasgow town were constantly filled people just having a damn good time.

Back to the mini-horror fest that was in motion. I unloaded all my gear and finally found a parking close to Kitcheners that took at least three trips around the block! Now that I had finally settled into state of accepting that show was in the capable hands of whoever wants to deal with it, which meant that I would pass the buck onto Bones…when he got here, I needed to find out where he was…so I phoned him. I informed of Comrade Wright’s late-horror-addition to Halloween, which was now a week old. Bones’ took cognisance of the info I passed on but was still just trying to make his way to Kitcheners, so he had not properly processed it yet. In this period I did a couple of meet-n-greets and casual chats with a few of me pals and enjoyed a delicious Prego roll from Comrade’s coffee shop and then encountered Mr Bones crossing the street. Looking his usual bewildered and wind-swept-self, we unloaded his gear and took a moment to analyse last night’s F1 performance through the streets of Johannesburg.

Having heard nothing from Comrade Wright, we concluded that the only way to proceed was a two-man effort with a stand-up setup for the drums. Usually when this unique setup of ours comes into play (from the vast arsenal of setups that we have) it turns out to be very comedic and I am required to move my body more than usual! Eventually after rustling through the copious number of cables on stage (about three) and setting up the drums to the point of stand-up perfection, Comrade Wright graced us with his presence, him and his stitched finger. Much to my delight, he will only be out of action for 10 days and not a number of weeks as I had feared before.

After 2 cups of coffee, a few beers (shared by Bones and me), one more Prego roll to confidently squash the fading hangover and the successful search-and-then-found expedition for a plug…we were ready to play some tunes. Now if you are reading this and were there then you don’t need to read any further. If you were not there, then its no big loss either because I don’t have many words to describe the amount of fun that the three of us have on stage (well in this case the two of us), it sometimes just cannot be put into words. However after a colossal set that lasted for about an hour, I came to the conclusion that Bones needs a new mic-stand, as his has just gotten lazy and collapses entirely on its own without any assistance at all. The only-plus side to this is that it forced Bones to get very acrobatic on stage and really embrace the ‘power-stance’ as Jack Black would call it.

It was the perfect end to an enormous and spectacular weekend but credit can and must go to the people who came to watch us play and the support that they show to all these new ventures happening in the city. The three of us have an awesome connection on stage but the enjoyment that people get out of our songs is what creates and holds the atmosphere together, and what an awesome atmosphere it was. Thanks Kitcheners, see ya again soon!

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