[If you want a review of the gig, go to the NME
Due to the frankly baffling rules and regulations covering how to get a cheap train ticket we took the infamous night bus to London, I don't sleep at the best of times, so the chances of me sleeping on a bus are always minimal, it wasn't bad, but it wasn't fun, let's not talk about it...
After staggering, bleary-eyed, from a bus into London Victoria
at God Knows o'clock in the morning, then finding some coffee, we set off on our day.
Completely up to me we started by a trip to Embankment, for the simple fact that I like Embankment, it is truly one of the places I feel at ease. But there was another, better, reason for walking along the Embankment, Michael had never been on the Wobbly Bridge [now known as the Millenium Bridge
], and that bridge takes you to the Tate Modern [I also wanted that].
The Tate Modern
is fantastic [I am talking about the building not the art], being a former power station it is mainly empty, but it is a lovely use of space, and a much better idea than knocking it down and building some modern building in its place [things like the Gherkin
just don't do it for me].
Oh... and the Tate Modern also has what people call 'Art'. Don't get me wrong, I am a philistine, I spent most of my time at the Tate Modern either giggling or doing my WTF? face when confonted with things like a paper octagon pasted to the wall [it either stays in perpetuity or the they get the wallstripper out....] or the Condensation Cube
[it was a perspex cube with condensation in it....], worst though was the mirror set on canvass [yes, you know what it was trying to say, but come on ... it is a mirror], yes we giggled like schoolkids for a lot of the pretentious wank involved [including the conversation "What is it?", "It is a bunch of Brillo pads ..." it was.] Like I said, Philistine ....
But whether I am a Palestine or not, I did like a quite a bit of it, I was somewhat taken with a lot of the minimalist stuff, and of course the view from the balcony from the cafe is quite stunning.
After several hours of Kultur at the Tate we headed of insearch of something to eat [I wasn't paying the prices at the Tate Modern restaurant], but for some reason [possibly the Lord Mayor's Show] all the local food places seemed to be shut, so we had to go out of our way to find some, relatively, cheap food. Then on to Peckham
and the hotel.
That makes it sound easier than it was, there is more than one station with Peckham in the name [London for foreigners is like a big test], but we worked out a route from London Bridge
. After 'The Shard
' scaring the hell out of me [seriously it is too big that building, especially when you are at the bottom] but we made it to 'Only Fools & Horses' country eventually.
We decamped & rested for a bit before the evening began, after watching the football scores come in [yes, Falkirk dissapointingly losing to Raith as usual :(] then it was time to be off to Brixton.
In Brixton we met up with Michael's cousin Keith @coriusuk
[sadly we did not 'walk down to
' Electric Avenue
, though it was tempting] at some pub or other [I think it was actually called the Crown & Anchor but that is so non-Brixton sounding, so in my mind it will be called the Courtney & Curtly [hope you get the reference]]
We drank very strong beer and talked rubbish until time for the gig itself. As is usual for me though we missed most of the Ned's [hey, we were drinking ...] but I soon got the vibe [maybe driven by PWEI
being played on the tannoy], I am not usually too exciteable but I was p for this.
Carter did not 'come' on stage, but were drawn by the repetitive chant of "You Fat Ba***rd" from all and sundry, which every carter fan will understand. Then they started. I am not going to give a list of what they played, or do a review [I was too busy jumping around], but I think they played everything. They were stunning, they played for nearly two hours, they were great [even better than Lawnmower Deth
who I saw in May], I honestly loved it.
Oh and another thing, the Brixton Academy is built based on the arena idea, semi-circular, and the sloping down to the stage, thus those at the back can actually still see what is going on, think about it Scottish Venues .... I am sick of that perennial line of tall people who seem to go to every concert about fifteen meters in front of me.
After the gig, we went to the after-show party [shock], where me & Michael continued to get quite, very drunk, fell out at least five times [we were being very drunk & puerile] and jumped about as if we were some fifteen [twenty?] years younger :), until some ridiculous time in the morning when we dragged ourself back to Peckham for some sleep.
----- I recently turned forty, and some people may think I should grow up a have a proper life and a career ...... that's never gonna happen as long as there is good music
The Guilty Parties
Keywords: Brixton, Carter, London, Music