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MARLOW <marlowmusic2007>

"The house is on fire"

	The Jangle of St Stephen's Bell	187 giorni fa
	AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH  HHHHHHHH! CAN'T STAND IT! I KNOW YOU PLANNED IT! etc etc Good evening. I hope this blog finds you well. Come in, take off your shoes. I'll make you a cup of tea. Would you like a biscuit? A ginger snap? Pringles, maybe? I'll dim the lighting, make it a little more sociable. I will turn down the radio, a noisy din. I find myself writing on a warm Friday evening. The sun hangs high in the sky, it is warm and bright and I feel as though I should be outside, drinking a cold boilermaker and watching girls frolic with hula-hoops and Chubba Chubbs. Absolute paradise. The Blue Nile lulls softly on the stereo and, muted, Napolean Dynamite os on the DVD player.I have made enquiries into learning Rex Kwon Do. Break the wrist and walk away. I have learned so much about self-respect since I decided to dress less like Peter Pan and started wearing star-spangled action slacks. Everything is chugging along nicely just now. The stickers still go on the boxes. The IBM units still get booked in on a regular basis. I still get my £6.10 an hour. I still believe I am on the wrong tax code but am too fucking lazy to find out. Falkirk is still a crappy town... The only decent thing happening right now, not just in my life, or in your life, but maybe the entire world is MARLOW. There is a cure to swine flu, dishonest MPs, the global recession, tulip mania (Wikipedia it!), pirates in Somalia, the BNP, a broken heart, Jonathon Ross, the price of oil, Hurricane Katrina and maybe, just maybe, Cowdenbeath FC. It is MARLOW. I think I can speak on behalf of my bandmates when I say that we played two of the best gigs of our careers (YES! Careers!) in the space of a week. There's been some belters in the past, Stereo, The Caves, The Martell... But these two shat all over them like some crude internet movie posted on a football forum that promises Jennifer Aniston's slick clacker, but instead have two Easter European girls crapping on one another. You've all seen these videos, you've all watched through the cracks in your fingers. I'll begin with Aberdeen. A dismal Saturday afternoon's drive with Quinny up to the 'deen (abbreviation can be fun, if used sparingly). His stereo's fucked so he had connected a makeshift, yet still brilliantly functional, system using some speakers from the 99p shop and his MP3 player. We had some of U2's new album on the go - hard to believe it has sold so poorly. Have you heard the song Breathe? What is he singing about? Is is one of U2's best ever songs? Could they be Bono's greatest lyrics? YES. Excellent drumming, excellent guitar sound. What is a Juu-Juu Man? Maybe I am a Juu-Juu man, I just haven't realised it yet. Hotel room, Cafe Drummonds. It was whilst we were getting set up and ready to soundcheck, this old boy, fucked aff his tree wi the drink comes swanning into the bar. An Adidas jacket that is far too young for him, a t-shirt from Matalan (perhaps) and a cracking pair of New Balance trainers. He came in, swaying down the stairs, shouting AM HERE TAE SEE YEZ! at the four of us. We stared at him agog, what else could we do? He could have turned nasty and offered us violence. He shimmmied down to the front of the stage, repeating the point that he had made the effort to come and see us. Entranced at the strange man, we stared at him. He demanded a drink from the bar and was refused. he pleaded his case, telling the barmaid that he was there to see us and wanted a beer. Once again, his request was not granted, and he was asked to leave. So, as what one normally does when asked to leave a pub, he took two steps back from the bar, performed a Seig Heil, then left. utterly, utterly the strangest thing I've ever seen. Quinny missed this, he was out having a smoke, but he saw the guy leave Drummonds, go to a pub across the street, come back out minutes later, then vomit on the pavement. All of this in the space of one cigarette. Oddly enough, we saw him come back in around 7 hours later as we were packing our stuff up. He was still cunted and he still had a pair of New Balance trainers on. Unless you're out running, you should not wear New Balance trainers. We watched the Eurovision Song Contest in our hotel room.I don't normally watch it, and I can safely say that I don't intend to watch it again. What's the point of it? Shit Eurodisco for two hours? Even as an ironic attraction it fails. Graeme Norton hasn't been funny since Father Ted. I am left cold by the whole event. Mark loved it though. The show was moved back by a whole hour, meaning that we weren't due onstage until just before midnight. Eskimo Blonde took to the stage first for an semi-acosutic show and were mightily impressive. Their singer has some voice on him. I can't really remember the band that were on after them except for the fact that they seemed to go on FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER with the same song. I think they got in the words "Fit, min" to a song. I wasn't too impressed. They played ten songs. I went to see Friendly Fires at the start of the month and they played less. Which band did I enjoy more? I'll let you decide. MARLOW were fucking brilliant on Saturday. From the first rolling chords of Shawdowland to the final crash of Across Winter, we were excellent. We really have become quite the live band, we're tight and right and everything just sounds crisp. The crowd was pretty good too, evetually - we had a few friends from back home and one or two boys who'd been with us since we first started gigging up in the 'deen and when the second band were on, the numbers seemed pretty healthy, but as soon as they finished the place seemed to empty. As our set continued, more and more people came in through the door, until we played Who Do You Love and Across Winter, the place was almost full. And all eyes seemed to be on us, I looked into the crowd, like petals on a wet, black bough, and everyone looked back at me. Not talking amoungst their friends or anything like that, but nodding their heads and getting into it. We succeeded. I was proud of Kip, Mark and Quinny that night. We went back to the hotel room and went to our beds. I was up first thing to high-tail it back to Glasgow for the Queen's Park -vs- Stenhousemuir game on the Sunday. We will be back in Aberdeen soon enough. Cafe Drummonds is a fucking superb venue. The sound and the atmosphere is first class. I've played three shows there and it just gets better and better. Thank you very much to everyone who came to see us and had the patience to sit through the mire and wait for us to perform. Means a lot, it really does. Let us fast forward to from Saturday night to Monday night, fast forward through a crappy 0-0 draw that was enough to get us into the playoff final, through more fucking stickers on pink plastic boxes and conversations about what we all had for our tea last night, through the vomit green ASDA uniforms, the angry children and the countless claims files, away trips to Cowdenbeath, The Cantos of Ezra Pound from amazon.co.uk and here we are after over 90 soul destroying minutes in the car stuck in traffic between Castlecary and Moodiesburn when even the "Name 10 films with a colour in the title" game begins to wear thin, and here we are at one of the best venues in Glasgow - the ORAN MOR. The venue. The best gig of our lives. There's a few people who have been to see us plenty of times - Kippy's burd, my brother, my da and Kip's ma, Big Rou Felly - and they told us that that's the best they'd ever seen us. That's quite the compliment, considering the number of times they've all seen us. The venue, the sound, the light show... And we were very good. We've got a very high standard of performance, but that exceeded it, better than Aberdeen. From the breathy synth sounds of Wonder Wheel, to the thump of Across Winter, the soaring You Cannot Stop New York City... We even got it filmed, so we should have a video for Who Do You Love up and running. Many thanks to Keren, Malky B and Alex from the Mill PR group, the ound and lighting guys, the people the came along to see us... And many thanks to the excellent Hercules Mandarin. Not only are they a shit-hot band (Always Never was a fucking belter - I was slightly peeved they didn't do This Is A Riot, but you can't have it all eh, it just goes to your head and you start acting like a spoilt brat when it doesn't go your way, and who the fuck wants to be a big 23 year old baby?) but they are some of the soundest guys you can meet. Their singer Chris loves The Office too, so any situation that comes up can be met with a quote from David Brent. For example, when I met the band, it was a little like this: Which was nice. What a band. What a night. I wish you could have been there. Playing in venues like that is a luxury, so any chance we get, we want to play there. It really was excellent. Where do we go from here? I do not know. It's getting late. I want to tell you about new songs, forthcoming shows, Who Do You Love, photographs, poetry, but I'm running out of steam. I have a friend in Australia just now and I haven't written to her in nearly three months. I need to get my act together and write to her, there's plenty to tell. If she reads this - I HAVE BEEN VERY BUSY WITH OTHER STUFF BUT I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN ABOUT YOU. I think about what I'm going to write every day, I really do. Problem is, I tend to write massive, fuck off letters and can't find the time to get it all down. I hope to go over to Australia and see her in a month or so for a couple of weeks. I haven't left the country in fucking ages. I need to get away from the boxes and go and see some of the world. It is a big place out there... But in the meantime, listen to our songs. Who Do You Love should be mastered soon and we could have the full shebang up shortly. Marlow is great fun to be in at the moment, I just hope that we can push on after these two shows and get noticed, it's been a while since we started and we deserve for the top table to know who we are. We're a good band, we just need people to hear us. Then things will happen. If people will listen to us, things will happen. There is so much to tell you. I have forgotten half of what I intended to write. I will leave you with this: I have tried to write Paradise Do not move Let the wind speak that is paradise. Not my words. MARLOW MARLOW MARLOW MARLOW MARLOW MARLOW MARLOW Thank you Craig G Telfer bass guitar I wear my heart on my sleeve
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