Nicked a gargoyle once. Is that similar?
To me a ligger is someone who just hangs out a gigs having not paid to get in and has no discernible talent .
Bit like a drummer.
I'm not sure when this blog will get published. It's currently Tuesday (19th) afternoon and I've just got an email from Galtres festival confirming all my press privileges for this coming weekend and interviews, hopefully, with The Levellers, The Human League, Public Service Broadcasting, Martin Stephenson and The Talks. I'm also gonna be following Bang Bang Romeo around for the day. I will be back Monday but as regular readers will know festivals invariably break me. Anyway, hopefully you're reading this on a Monday. You can pick your own Monday.
I've just had a look at the corresponding blog from last year and it's all about hanging out with Wilko Johnson at the Cusworth Festival.
I'm such a ligger.
Monday 18/08/14
Due to lack of communication, and Julie having a very knackered phone, ended up having a quiet night in. My mate Chris Perkins sent me an update of some new tracks from WTF Audio though and they're sounding good. One in particular, People Like You with Laura Kelly, is on repeat as we speak. Cant wait to play the finished article on the show. In weeks to come you will be stuck with 'Da da da da, da da da da da, da da da da da, dah dah dah dah dah' in your heads for ever. Trust me. (They are the actual words. Chris told me).
Tuesday 19/08/14
So the day started with the standard checking of texts, emails and Facebook messages. My daughter George sent me a link to Frank Turner dates accompanied by one word: 'Hull.' So I'm destined for my first night in Hull since I moved out in 1998. Wonder if I can still go 'Tower for an hour?' Er, scrub that. Not with my daughter in tow!
Also had a message from Keith Angel from Orchestre Ruffanti thanking me for the album review in the current Doncopolitan. They've had increased sales on the back of it. That's why I do what I do.
Also waiting was the Galtres email to which I referred to at the start of this blog.
Headed into town to take all 3 daughters for lunch before shopping in preparation for the weekend. The last tent and sleeping bag I owned got left at Leeds Fest. So I now own a tent, sleeping bag and torch. Given the Leeds experience and camping on a cobbled street I also bought some self inflating mattress thing. I presume it self deflates as well. Given it's a press thing I ordered a camera too. I already have a dictaphone. Please insert your own childish jokes here:
We done?
Good.
The afternoon was spent trying to write two articles for the next Doncopolitan Magazine. I need a secretary. Or just someone who can type with more than 2 fingers would be handy.
Wednesday 20/08/14
Off to Sine Fm Towers to record Sunday's show. Alistair Pearson joined me and in a discussion about juggling flaming frozen fish we laughed so much we couldn't talk. I'm not sure how that'll come across on the radio.
Went to Alistair's after to record some vocals for The Legend Of Dandelion And Shoe. I never knew I could sing. I'm still not sure I can. Had a fantastic day though.
So here's the play list for next Sunday:
The Other Way - Polkadodge
Union City Blue - Blondie
Roxette - Dr. Feelgood
Bible John - The Sea Kings
Adore Me - Bang Bang Romeo
Kiss This - The Struts
Friday Night - The Talks
Cure - The Missing Pages
Shimmer Gold - Dexters
Like A Dancer - The Enemy
Surfin' USA - The Beach Boys
Blue Skinned Beast - Madness
Tainted Love - Orchestre Ruffanti
Not Too Young - The Tricks
Amazing (Live) - Alistair J Pearson
I Fought The Law - The Clash
The Caterpillar - The Cure
So Beautiful - The Dunwells
Heavy Horses - Fallen Trees
Loose Living - The Velcro Teddy Bears
Tuesday - Yazoo
Happy Hour - The Housemartins
Egyptian Reggae - Jonathan Richman And The Modern Lovers
Thursday 21/08/14
I've decided to split this blog into two. This the bog standard blog, a bog blog if you will, and then start of next week I'll post a Galtres review type blog with photos an interviews and dancing girls and everything. Maybe not dancing girls.
Went into town for some last minute shopping for the weekend. Decent boots and a poncho. Could only get a bright orange poncho. The spaghetti westerns could have been so different. Clint saying, 'I don't think it's nice you laughing', in a bright orange poncho would have had a very different effect.
Over to Julie's for goodbyes then back home to pack. And re pack. And to decide I didn't need half the stuff I'd packed and pack again.
And now I'm about to set off.
Laters
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