Driving back to the UK had a strangely familiar "home" feeling about it. Maybe after a month of feeling like idiots not being able to speak any other languages through greater Europe (except cosmopolitan AB and his French in Belgium), having our language back made it feel home-y. Or perhaps it's deeper than that and sub-consciously to do with our convict heritage. Actually, It was probably because there are so God-damn-many Australians in the UK it was hard to find a British accent! Whatever it was, being back in the UK was a good feeling.
SOUTHAMPTON
We played Southampton to start with; to a very large, beautiful, yet box-like room. The sound was flying all over the place! It was a grand space, though. We didn't get much of a chance to have a look around town because we arrived so late but there was a good/tough vibe at the show from some eager Jimmy Eat World fans, depending on how you look at it. Could i be any more cryptic? Anyway, good times in Southampton, our first bite of the UK this time round.
BRIXTON ACADEMY
Next stop Brixton Academy and can i just say, woah. What a trip! It was pretty mind blowing to be playing such an institution. The surrealism wasn't lost on any of us. We all had brand spankin' new do's by this point too. (It took us this long into the tour to find the time to get a hair cut - and our laissez-faire fate was proving dire, even by Australian standards.) One thing I've noticed about European gigs is that people are usually there much earlier than Aussie audiences (which is ace for us, supporting). The line to get into the Academy was wrapped around the building and down the street. And it was bloody cold. They breed Londoners tough, I tell ya. There was pretty much a full house by the time we went on and we... Had. A. Ball. AB and I practiced stadium-rock moves like running up and down the stage doing high-fives mid song...but thankfully for all involved we didn't go through with it. It was such a beautiful venue to play and one I sure wont be forgetting any time soon.
BIRMINGHAM
Birmingham proved itself to be the most Antarctic of all its counterparts. It was probably just a really cold day but my God, i thought we were going to have to go on in our snow jackets, which had been reserved for Scandinavia. The crowd packed in though and the room heated up. It was another awesome room with a balcony section (which i really like coz it reminds me of the AC/DC music vid for thunderstruck...except a bit less - You Tube it and you'll get what i mean
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zvoeeq-BH4w
ANYWAY! Despite the cold we received a toasty warm reception and had a few clappers - when the tambi came in - down the front, too. Awesome. We love Birmingham accents. We'll be back soon.
MANCHESTER
Manchester is such a cool place, in'it? Kyle wont think so. We had a day off there, and after a rare sleep in and sniff around the streets, we came back with a couple of rock-god figurines and a full English breakfast, then headed off to the Uni for our gig. So, by now it's nearing the end of the tour, right? And anyone in their right mind, by this point, should have gone mad spending all day, every day with us. Kyle our tour manager did. Kyle's quite the legend but by this point we were also mad and sick of his class-based English antics (we were regarded the lowest class, all Australians, ALL Australians being convicts) and decided to try and make him quit. "Quit, quit, quit!" We chanted, as he lay across school chairs, eating pomegranates (for anti-oxidants. His Dad is a nutritionist). Lucky for us, Kyle didn't quit. And we saw the tour out in style - i.e a hot pink 'people mover'. Thanks Kyle. And thank you Manchester.
-Tiff-
Next edition...
Vampire weekend shows, brighton, oxford, london, random naughtiness, karaoke and pinkness.
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