Photo TR: Going to the show

[Shockwave]

A couple of days ago, I went down to Nottingham with a few a friends to watch some bands play, generally chill out and loosen up.

 

Roadtrips require a few good things. Good food, good music and good navigation. And despite a few stressful moments in Nottingham's one-way system (which is like driving round the biggest maze ever built) we got to the venue, and good times were had.

 

This is what happened...

 

We start out at our local Asda WalMart, to pick up some supplies.

 

This is the food that roadtrips are made of.

 

Call me crazy, but the guy ahead might just have a dog.

 

Don't let the cheesy pose fool you. Heff will annihalate any bad guys trying to blow up your nearest highrise office block.

 

Matt was on a roll.

 

But his ankle wasn't. So we pushed him back to the car.

 

After only a couple of minutes, he was up and running like an Latino footballer after a tap on the shoulder.

 

Heff doesn't know what to make of the goings on out of shot.

 

If the steering wheel were on Matt's side, this would be suicidal. Fortunatley it isn't, he can't drive, and I was at the wheel.

 

After hearing our good friend Nate had gone the wrong way, we pulled into the services to wait for him. He was in one of the bands playing, so he couldn't afford to be late.

 

To pass the time, I went to Coronary Central.

 

My arteries were in a forgiving mood...for now.

 

At times like this, we could have used some of those Tokyo Disney glowsticks to guide Nate in to us.

 

But Nate, his girlfriend and his minions met us just fine.

 

After he filled up with petrol, and showing him how use his headlights without having full beam constantly on, we were back on the road.

 

Some time later, we made it to the pub in Nottingham for the main event.

 

Smit showed us what it was like back in '88.

 

It looked something like this.

 

Gio leads the axe attack.

 

Nate and John support with some more staight-edge riffery.

 

Mike keep ths rythym.

 

And Mikey just thinks he's Jesus sans the beard.

 

The kids provide the mosh.

 

The headliners want you all to "get f'in dead". As that is their band name.

 

And Smit gives the Roger Ebert 2 thumbs up seal of approval. A good night all round!

[CoasterFanatic]

Ahhh ... the spirit of 88.

 

 

Glad to see the DiY mentality is still alive and kicking.

[Shockwave]

^Ted, I keep forgetting you were into all of that!

 

Yeah, there's a pretty decent DiY scene over here. To be honest, Manchester's scene needs a bit of a kick up the backside, but it only takes one person to make a difference, be it seeing a show, putting on a show, putting up a band for the night, etc.

 

I really should pull my finger out and stop procrastinating!

[niiicolaaah]

That guy totally stole my bass! Seriously, same brand and color. God I miss that bass! Stupid Buffalo being so far away!

[Shockwave]

Well now you've got even further to go if it is yours!

 

What make is it? (I'm useless with instrument marques.)