Oh the Bowling Green. Stovepipe regulars will already be aware that it is one of our oldest haunts, the home of the best looking bar staff in Exeter and has been the epicentre of some of our best performances and most epic technical hitches. We officially love the Bowling Green.
And for us to play there on March 10th is significant. As you all know, this is the anniversary of the first telephone call - an event that defines the pivot point between the Edwardian and Modern eras. For a troupe of Modwardian Troubadours it's like Christmas. Only the Bowling Green could drag us from our usual commemorative Laudanum binge.
And we're glad it did - the crowd were even more burlesque and beautiful than usual. Ever professional, Mark and Ben avoided the medusa like effect of the beautiful people by focussing on the back of the room. But poor Bernie couldn't help himself. Boobies are his kryptonite, and he fell into a reverie on more than one occasion. As for Harry, he was barely aware of the performance, hypnotised as he was by the strobing arcs of his own sweat, pounding away in his own private 80s hair metal video fantasy.
Our set was completely overhauled and felt fresh for it. Have a look at us! A few old favourites are back in, and another fresh faced candidate was given a run out - a Stone Roses tune no less, and given the shapes being thrown by one Spike Island veteran at the bar, at least one of the crowd was transcendentally transported in the tones time machine. Another happy customer.
Aside from a little ill advised half time entertainment and an unfortunately executed Night Boat to Cairo (the levels of dissonance we achieved served to reaffirm Arnold Schoenberg's famous theory of the 'Crisis of Tonality', and convince even us that we should never, never play it again), the evening was yet another remarkable upping of our game and a stovepipe full o' fun. We've sadly got the rest of the month off, but we'll be back In April!
Love you byeeeee!
X
- posted from a wireless telegraph
