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First of all, I need to say something.
Germans are crazy. Each and every one of them.
Second, we'll back up to Saturday. The night was a complete waste. Best thing of the night was the Dio that the one and only tech had playing over the PA during set breaks. Viv/Dio, of course, 'cos I don't get enough strange, vaguely suspicious looks from my husband.
Yeah, so that was a fun time. The 'club' (and I use the term loosely) had some sort of pajama party going on so it was either 200kg heifers in sheer babydolls or underage tramps with no knowledge of how to walk in heels, nor any self respect. I kept my coat on over my tank top and aside from a walk into the wings sorting out the various electrical problems just hung at the back like a gray. One guy (maybe 18) decided to wear his sister's pajamas to the party, bra and all. He was having a great alcohol-fuelled night, but was kind of scary to look at. Just the sheer number of people with out any self respect was amazing. You don't get laid by being sleazy. Well, maybe you get pulled by an IATSE guy, but you don't get anywhere you want to get that way.
Third, spent Sunday with the nieces and nephews. Liam kept getting yelled at. Russ and Kathy always seem to discipline him much stricter than the girls. Nell was a brat at the end of the day. She put mouse in my hair and was playing stylist, which is all good fun, but then she put toothpaste in and spray deodorant as well. Damn near choked me with the fog of antiperspirant.
Reet's 65th Birthday today, so we had her favourite chocolate cup cakes with peanut butter frosting. It was not easy to make those this morning after staying up to 3am and having a few strange people camp out. All in all it was a good day tho. I'm tired, but the kids had their fill of their favourite Aunt Suz and this time only two of them went home crying that they wanted to come live with me. Poor kids.
( pictures of the Kids )
This is the view out into the back yard. Lots of animal tracks. Bob kept sniffing the turkey prints as he's decided he's the great hunter again. He wasn't at all interested in the deer or fox tracks, which was a bit unusual. He was certainly in turkey mode tonight.
Fourth, there is a shortage of public toilets in Twickenham! Everyone, on three, pee on the sidewalk! 'SatLav'?? They're not joking either. Text "toilet" to 80097 and it tells you the location and hours of the nearest public toilet. Brilliant, eh?
Fifth, just to make McCue happy, I have to go to some Crizal educational programme tomorrow night. Don't know how long it will take or when I'll be back. Really don't want to go but don't have much choice in the matter. I'm hoping to hide in the back and avoid my boss most of the night. I'll sit and listen, but he always makes a spectacle of himself. I hope they have some good veggie items at this supper and not just rigatoni in a chafing dish. So tired of catering.
Six: Put up the DL Mountainview '88 show for anyone who wants it. It's not bad.
8/17/1988
MOUNTAINVIEW
STAGEFRIGHT
ROCK ROCK (TILL YOU DROP)
WOMEN
TOO LATE FOR LOVE
HYSTERIA
STEVE'S SOLO
GODS OF WAR
DIE HARD THE HUNTER
BRINGIN' ON THE HEARTBREAK
FOOLIN'
ANIMAL
POUR SOME SUGAR ON ME
PHIL'S SOLO
ROCK OF AGES (What do You Want - Audience participation)
LOVE BITES
PHOTOGRAPH
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=LRIS99JS
Seven: Time to get off the box and go to bed.
Germans are crazy. Each and every one of them.
Second, we'll back up to Saturday. The night was a complete waste. Best thing of the night was the Dio that the one and only tech had playing over the PA during set breaks. Viv/Dio, of course, 'cos I don't get enough strange, vaguely suspicious looks from my husband.
- Singer was ill. Tried the best he could and had another vocalist from a local group help him out and take over half the songs.
- Band is still playing to what they hear in their head, not to what the other blokes are playing.
- lack of direction. No one was leading the group. At one point things stopped completely on stage and there was total silence.
- Feedback was terrible. There was a ground loop somewhere to add to the pleasant pinkiness.
- Did I mention no crew, save the mixer-come-LD? It's hard enough to run one board, let alone two simultaneously.
- I think I saw the band doing their own in and out. Yikes. I didn't realize just how spoilt I've become lately.
- Getting pissed and trying to play isn't cool, be it McShitty's in Scriba or Wembley. Have some professionalism.
Yeah, so that was a fun time. The 'club' (and I use the term loosely) had some sort of pajama party going on so it was either 200kg heifers in sheer babydolls or underage tramps with no knowledge of how to walk in heels, nor any self respect. I kept my coat on over my tank top and aside from a walk into the wings sorting out the various electrical problems just hung at the back like a gray. One guy (maybe 18) decided to wear his sister's pajamas to the party, bra and all. He was having a great alcohol-fuelled night, but was kind of scary to look at. Just the sheer number of people with out any self respect was amazing. You don't get laid by being sleazy. Well, maybe you get pulled by an IATSE guy, but you don't get anywhere you want to get that way.
Third, spent Sunday with the nieces and nephews. Liam kept getting yelled at. Russ and Kathy always seem to discipline him much stricter than the girls. Nell was a brat at the end of the day. She put mouse in my hair and was playing stylist, which is all good fun, but then she put toothpaste in and spray deodorant as well. Damn near choked me with the fog of antiperspirant.
Reet's 65th Birthday today, so we had her favourite chocolate cup cakes with peanut butter frosting. It was not easy to make those this morning after staying up to 3am and having a few strange people camp out. All in all it was a good day tho. I'm tired, but the kids had their fill of their favourite Aunt Suz and this time only two of them went home crying that they wanted to come live with me. Poor kids.
( pictures of the Kids )
This is the view out into the back yard. Lots of animal tracks. Bob kept sniffing the turkey prints as he's decided he's the great hunter again. He wasn't at all interested in the deer or fox tracks, which was a bit unusual. He was certainly in turkey mode tonight.
Fourth, there is a shortage of public toilets in Twickenham! Everyone, on three, pee on the sidewalk! 'SatLav'?? They're not joking either. Text "toilet" to 80097 and it tells you the location and hours of the nearest public toilet. Brilliant, eh?
Fifth, just to make McCue happy, I have to go to some Crizal educational programme tomorrow night. Don't know how long it will take or when I'll be back. Really don't want to go but don't have much choice in the matter. I'm hoping to hide in the back and avoid my boss most of the night. I'll sit and listen, but he always makes a spectacle of himself. I hope they have some good veggie items at this supper and not just rigatoni in a chafing dish. So tired of catering.
Six: Put up the DL Mountainview '88 show for anyone who wants it. It's not bad.
8/17/1988
MOUNTAINVIEW
STAGEFRIGHT
ROCK ROCK (TILL YOU DROP)
WOMEN
TOO LATE FOR LOVE
HYSTERIA
STEVE'S SOLO
GODS OF WAR
DIE HARD THE HUNTER
BRINGIN' ON THE HEARTBREAK
FOOLIN'
ANIMAL
POUR SOME SUGAR ON ME
PHIL'S SOLO
ROCK OF AGES (What do You Want - Audience participation)
LOVE BITES
PHOTOGRAPH
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=LRIS99JS
Seven: Time to get off the box and go to bed.
