Chaggers Plays Pop!

Hi Honeys - we're home!  

Our time at the Tones Bootcamp in Montego Bay is over.  We're back - leaner, fitter and less lucid than before. It's the fault of the special Daiquiri Mojitos they do at El Cabron's place.  The guy is a legend.  It also explains three resolutely pasty Devon complexions - it was only Turner who saw the light of day.  But hey - we're back now, the glasses are empty and it's time to go to work. If you can call it work...

Our first appointment was to get the newlywed Angells off to a flying start in Chagford!  And we did! We spilled a few new tunes, sloshed some classics all over the joint, struck a Jazz Chord at half time then re-wrote the second set entirely from the ground floor up.  

Having duly rocked the place during the Eighties section, we took to taking requests, and wisely, taking advice on what not to play.  In retrospect, not playing Whole Lotta Rosie at ear splitting volumes to some bemused septegenarians was probably the right course of action.  We'll save that for next time...

Our set aside, there was more food than you could shake even a sizeable stick at, and on the groom's advice Bunting came away with approximately a yard of Pasties.  Bernie is still on a cholesterol comedown after rising to the challenge of 3 kilos of Devon Blue. Yes, it turns out that even Mr Samuel has limits.

So as we reflected on a job well done to the funk of DJ Pink, our minds could only turn to next week's conquest - The Twyford!  And finally, the chance to say an emphatic YES! to a request for some AC/DC.

We love what we do. And we do what we love.  And we love you.  And Cheese.

Love you Byeeeeee!

XXX

Desperately seeking our 300th member...

300! Three hundred!!!! Much as you'd like me to be talking about a rag tag army of sweaty Spartans, it's the Tone Army we're talking about! Take a look - 300 fans!

There's no way of us finding out who the newest recruit is, (such is Facebook) but we'd love them to get in touch to claim their special commemorative Tone Army Badge. Drop us a line - we'll drop you a badge and a CD to boot!

And another thing - please send us your Tone Army Pictures to enquiries@thorvertones.co.uk, we want pictures of you and your badges, you in your T-Shirts or best of all, you in nothing but a top hat.

We love you. Every single one of you.
X

 

All hail Cath. Without her, we'd be naked...

'twas the Wardobe Mistresses Birthday Bash - what could we do except polish our stovepipes, change the odour eaters in our converse and climb once more into our gig crusted Tone Pants for a mighty hurrah?

It was always going to a boozy night, and as you may have experienced to your pleasure or misfortune, alcohol can be a fickle mistress. But, as if in honour of our hostesses efforts in the trouser department over the last five years, Bacchus smiled upon us and lent us her (his? it's all a blur) super powers.

That's right - we pulled off the unlikely double whammy of drinking to the point of insensibility and playing to the edge of our limited proficiency. You can draw your own conclusions. We were the lucky tip of a mighty cacophonous iceberg made of an infinite number of monkeys playing an infinite number of guitars after consuming an infinite number of Spitfires with Coca Leaf Liqueur chasers.  Shakespeare it wasn't.

For the first time in a while we played Lola - which was going well until Bernie's commentator's bluff collapsed the Schrodinger's cat-style quantum uncertainty that was the only thing keeping us afloat by that stage.

We played all the big numbers and fully explored their bigness. We played all the pop ones and hit the right notes, often in the right places. The smoke machine worked so well that we couldn't see each other or the edge of the precipitous stage. It couldn't have been better, and could have been a whole lot worse!

We love this band.  And if it weren't for the birthday girl, we'd be playing naked. Happy Birthday Cath.

And on that bombshell of a mental image, see you in October! We're off to the Montego Bay beach house for an intensive detox, then Bolivia for an intensive retox.

Love you Byeeeee x