Blog: Indiepop All-Dayer

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Off to NOTTINGHAM yesterday lunch time for the Fog Of Ideas/Layer Of Chips Fanzines' Indiepop all-dayer. The Extra Space In My First Class Carriage was coming up with me and we had a DELIGHTFUL journey up once the train had STRUGGLED for half an hour to get out of St Pancras due to a steep gradient and MISTY RAIN. It was clearly all downhill after that tho as we ended up only 10 minutes late arriving in Nottingham and BREEZED the short distance to the Ibis, where we were staying.

There seemed to be a CURSE upon Validators - Tom had called in sick with a COLD and Frankie had damaged his hand in an accident at the TIP so couldn't play his OWN gig at the start of the day, let alone ours. THUS we retired to the PUB, getting back in time to see The Pocketbooks, also to see people doing what must SURELY become known as The Pocketbooks Dance: a sway from the hips upwards with head nodding and a big GRIN all over your face. Simply EVERYONE was doing it!

The Performing Pattisons arrived halfway through their set and, after a very brief conflab, we got onstage and did THIS:

Payday Is The Best Day

My Boss Was In An Indie Band Once

It Only Works Because You're Here

Mental Judo

Do The Indie Kid

Being Happy Doesn't Make You Stupid

Easily Impressed

The Lesson Of The Smiths

It was a LOT of fun, and seemed to go down pretty well - INDEED i was slightly unnerved by the number of people who seemed to know ALL THE WORDS, and be SINGING them! Do The Indie Kid was ESPECIALLY GRATE for its LENGTHY singalong middle section, which led nicely into a STRING of singalong bits. Tim is pushing to DROP Easily Impressed from the regular set, but agreed to do it this time if i didn't do the usual intro... which would have been fine except that was when Emma went downstairs to check that The Pattison Girls were OK, leaving me to WAFFLE a bit.

WAFFLING is something I am well practiced at, however, and all was WELL. We packed up, took the drum bits outside and said goodbye to the Pattisons then me and The Cake On My Plater went over to the pub for a MUCH NEEDED PINT. We fell in with a bunch of lovely people and ended up having a long chat with The Wilsons, which unfortunately meant I forgot to get us back to see Lardpony. I was a bit annoyed with myself about this, as I'd not seen them with the full band for ages AND they'd brought half the gear, but we did get back in time to see Mr Pete Green and his JUGGERNAUT, who were ACE.

At this point I got THE HUNGER so we popped down the road for some GRUB and thus inadvertenly missed Mascot Fight too. I felt EXTRA guilty about this one, as not only have I never seen them, not only is Rich from them ENGINEERING our album, but they'd also provided the drum kit for everyone. GUILT!

We were back in place to see Mr Phil Wilson and his rocking new back, however, and they were AMAZING. It was really very very VERY good indeed, very LOUD and EXCITING and packed with SOUND and ROCK ACTION and ... well, I can only say "Golly!" in response to it. Especially GRATE were the new songs, especially especially "Up To London" which has been stuck in my head ever since.

We flew over for another swift pint, during which congratulations were proferred before zooming back to catch the ONLY band who could have followed such a ROCK EXPLOSION: The Bobby McGees. One of the MANY brilliant things about The Bobby McGees is that you are GUARANTEED a fantastic gig every time you see them, and this was certainly the case this time, especially when Eleanor did a song accompanied by SAW, which was a sudden case of the SPINE TINGLING in the middle. I say this to all sorts of people, but this is because it is true: if you've never seen The Bobby McGees live DO SO IMMEDIATELY, you will NOT be disappointed.

Also good this time: Anastasia The Saw Player/JAZZ RECORDERIST had brought her Mum with her, a former Rocket Scientist. Not so good; me being unable to resist asking "So you were a rocket scientist - is that difficult?"

With everything finally finished we said our goodbyes and trundled back round the corner and to bed. It had been a FANTASTIC day, although my tip for next time: include some bands i DON'T like please, so i can have some grub/beer without feeling so bad about it!

posted 17/11/2008 by MJ Hibbett

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