17 September 2008
although we've come to the end of the road
"the moment a little boy is concerned with which is a jay and which is a sparrow, he can no longer see the birds
or hear them sing."
- eric berne
i went to the end of the road festival at the weekend. i stopped at fleet services on the way down. great services. it must have rained on the friday, because when i turned up at the festival on saturday there wasn't much grass left. there was just a lot of mud. i didn't really see many bands while i was there, but i had a lovely time. i went to see let's wrestle in the big top tent. i'd been really excited about seeing them all week. i remember reading the description of them on the rough trade shop website a while ago and it said that "let's wrestle are the most miserable and hateful band in north london" and that their songs were written "at the back of wpg's garden in his wooden pub", and that was enough for me. i love the mini album they did and the 'let's wrestle' single is definitely my favourite single of the year. anyway, i really enjoyed their set at the end of the road. it was brilliant and funny and slightly shambolic. and i think joe reddington came on to deliver a beer to mike lightning during the set. which makes me think that joe reddington is also joe the roadie, the unofficial fourth member that's mentioned on the stolen recordings website. not that i'm obsessed or anything, it's just exciting that there's a band i actually like.
i only saw bits of other things. nothing else i saw seemed to hold my attention for very long. i missed absentee because i had to stop in sixpenny handley, which was annoying. i stopped around for a bit to watch mercury rev but jonathan donahue seemed to be sitting on a stool, and i wasn't in the mood for watching someone sitting down to sing. i was quite a long way away from the stage though, so he might not have been sitting down at all. and i went to hear some ghost stories at midnight, but they weren't at all scary.
and there was a weird moment at the poster stall when a woman accused me of stealing her can of strongbow, and even though i was certain that i'd walked in there with it, she was so convincing that in the end she persuaded me that it actually was hers and i let her take it off me. and then she came back two minutes later and gave me the can back saying that she'd been mistaken and that her boyfriend had told her she'd actually been drinking beer from a plastic cup all afternoon. it's obviously very easy to convince me that my drinks aren't mine.
we haven't really done much since i last wrote anything. we played one show for the fistful of fandango mini indoor festival. we only had half an hour so it was a bit of a squeeze trying to get all the songs we wanted to play in. i wish we'd had a bit longer. i can't wait til we start doing our own shows again and we can play for two or three hours. i went a bit mental in 'when life gives me lemons i make lemonade' and i got all the clapping parts wrong at the end of the choruses, and then i started uncontrollably yelping and whooping at inappropriate moments. i hope no one noticed.
and then for the rest of the month i've just been sitting around watching tennessee williams films and listening to crass. we can't really do anything else. my life at the moment reminds me of the end of the film baby doll when baby doll says to aunt rose "well, we got nothing to do but wait for tomorrow and see if we're remembered or forgotten."