I SPOKE TOO SOON! Or more precisely - I sang too soon. Great audience last night in Bristol (cue Viz magazine / Finbar Saunders and his double entendres references), but my voice let me down. Fortunately you, the audience, forgave and Im sure will not forget some of those searching but never finding notes I went for. The term train-wreck springs to mind. James covered me with some scorching guitar work and Nick and Kris held the fort while Sean and I exchanged bemused glances. (Not quite as memorable as the opening bars of I Go To Sleep on that fateful night of yore - but still some pretty scary moments.) Thus, Im sorry to say, Manchester is going to have to be postponed. I am hoping I will be able to limp through London - that is the plan. At the moment though I couldnt compete with the volume of an Aussies flip flop on a shag carpet. Apologies too to the two girls roughly escorted out of the gig by the local police. Sorry girls, I was too preoccupied to save you. My advice for next time is this: if you take pills - dont drink, and if you drink, dont take pills. Or better yet, forego both and smoke a big fat doobie instead. The doctor is advising steroids to get me through, so if the next time you see me Im sporting a goatee - youll know why. Yours, Xch
Posted on: Mon, 15 Dec 2014 12:10:02 +0000