Opening acts never been understood
Fidenza (Parma), 27.10.2006
Members of Somewhere Between left Turin in a sunny afternoon, yesterday around 3 pm. We played some shitty Suicide and New Order's live shows in the car stereo before hitting the motorway with Lemonheads played out loud. The travel was fine, Ham was writing lyrics to some songs while Rob and I kept on racing with a tourist-bus always trying to overtake us. We HAD to play the mighty "Live in Japan" to help the competition have us as the winners. This was before we took a break at some Autogrill, always an unmissable stop during any travel worth the name. Me and Ham suddenly fell in love with a huge bear pelouche for kids. We would have loved to take him with us but I guess it was too hard to push him into the car.
(sick Roy's chocolate shopping)
Close to approaching the land of the show, we (someone said it was me but, for fuck's sake, it was no one's fault) missed the right exit and we were forced to go through villages before reaching the town of Fidenza. We stopped at the train station and waited for Ham's girlfriend (Elo) to arrive. Roy was tragically lost for half an hour but neither me nor Ham wanted to go looking for him in the toilets! He was just on the phone in the end..
We reached the club after meeting Alain and Nicola from Vancouver, really friendly and nice from the beginning. Alain's dad is a Toro fan and they all hate **ventus so it was easy to get along so well!
We did the soundcheck around 9.10 pm and we want to thank all the guys from the band for having given us almost all their equipment, it was fantastic. Ok, our soundcheck is pretty simple: turning the amplifieres to the maxium volume. That's all. Of course we had to turn it down a bit when we rehearsed Pop Dreams at killing speed as Ham's guitar was covering all the rest of the instruments.
We walked to eat something for dinner as we found out the club wasn't going to give us any dinner. A fair kebab did it for us and we had more time to talk with Vancouver, finding them freaking funny people. This helped a lot with keeping us feeling calm and alright before the show. I had never played live before and I was sure I would have been very nervous which, in the end, turned out not to be true.
(setlist from our first show!)
We walked onstage around 11.35 pm with a few people attending. The same that, after the show, came and said how fucking loud we were! Someone seemed to walk away and someone else told us about the impossibility of talking even at the bar! Sorry guys but that's our way! We were all satisfied with the gig itself, well played despite some little technical difficulties. The sound engineer, to whom we all want to say thanks, came after every song to say the guitar was still too loud to hear all the rest so Ham kept turning down the ampli. Weird 'cos onstage it didn't really feel like loud at all. The brave souls that chose not to miss a single second said that we really sounded like on some big festival's main stage despite being in a tiny room. The voice seemed to work well (in terms of coming out of the speakers) on the last two songs. I was playing barefoot and I broke my right stick right before the pause on "Catch A Breath" that gave me time to pick another one and finish the song. Damn, it was kinda bran new! I fucked the start of "Hide Away" but it was tremendous. I felt like the whole show had lasted only ten bloody minutes while it did not. There couldn't be a better kick off for our live appearances anyway.
(Ham doing a wild guitar solo)
(2/3 of the band and half of my right arm hitting the crash)
We watched Vancouver's set a little after and we all loved it. They really built great peaks and I loved Alain's vocals. They do have very cool songs and we hope they will get signed by some label soon 'cos they deserve it. We all look forward to playing together again in the next months as we shared a very nice night. We stayed at the club until 3 am, not before leaving something on the dressing room's wall (the title of this post).
The travel to Pavia (Elo's place) was scary. Terrible on a side, amazing on another. There were no lights on the motorway so Roy decided to follow some East European tir because, as some of his friends say, "they always know where to go". We suddenly met a freaking deep and low fog so we decided to hit the accelerator: INTO THE FOG, INTO THE FOG! It was dark and death outside the car, Fugazi inside. Roy kind of killed ourselves before arriving as he hadn't seen the street sign with the right direction. Of course he would have been kicked off the band if he had done some damaging crap! We finally got to sleep around 5am and woke up at 11.30 as someone came to change Elo's fridge making the most fucking annoying noises. Weren't we the loudest?!?!
Thanks again to Vancouver and everybody that helped this happen. We will rehearse new stuff in the next weeks hoping to fix more shows. We have some pictures coming soon in our MySpace profile, keep checking out!
See you all, Jody
Members of Somewhere Between left Turin in a sunny afternoon, yesterday around 3 pm. We played some shitty Suicide and New Order's live shows in the car stereo before hitting the motorway with Lemonheads played out loud. The travel was fine, Ham was writing lyrics to some songs while Rob and I kept on racing with a tourist-bus always trying to overtake us. We HAD to play the mighty "Live in Japan" to help the competition have us as the winners. This was before we took a break at some Autogrill, always an unmissable stop during any travel worth the name. Me and Ham suddenly fell in love with a huge bear pelouche for kids. We would have loved to take him with us but I guess it was too hard to push him into the car.
(sick Roy's chocolate shopping)
Close to approaching the land of the show, we (someone said it was me but, for fuck's sake, it was no one's fault) missed the right exit and we were forced to go through villages before reaching the town of Fidenza. We stopped at the train station and waited for Ham's girlfriend (Elo) to arrive. Roy was tragically lost for half an hour but neither me nor Ham wanted to go looking for him in the toilets! He was just on the phone in the end..
We reached the club after meeting Alain and Nicola from Vancouver, really friendly and nice from the beginning. Alain's dad is a Toro fan and they all hate **ventus so it was easy to get along so well!
We did the soundcheck around 9.10 pm and we want to thank all the guys from the band for having given us almost all their equipment, it was fantastic. Ok, our soundcheck is pretty simple: turning the amplifieres to the maxium volume. That's all. Of course we had to turn it down a bit when we rehearsed Pop Dreams at killing speed as Ham's guitar was covering all the rest of the instruments.
We walked to eat something for dinner as we found out the club wasn't going to give us any dinner. A fair kebab did it for us and we had more time to talk with Vancouver, finding them freaking funny people. This helped a lot with keeping us feeling calm and alright before the show. I had never played live before and I was sure I would have been very nervous which, in the end, turned out not to be true.
(setlist from our first show!)
We walked onstage around 11.35 pm with a few people attending. The same that, after the show, came and said how fucking loud we were! Someone seemed to walk away and someone else told us about the impossibility of talking even at the bar! Sorry guys but that's our way! We were all satisfied with the gig itself, well played despite some little technical difficulties. The sound engineer, to whom we all want to say thanks, came after every song to say the guitar was still too loud to hear all the rest so Ham kept turning down the ampli. Weird 'cos onstage it didn't really feel like loud at all. The brave souls that chose not to miss a single second said that we really sounded like on some big festival's main stage despite being in a tiny room. The voice seemed to work well (in terms of coming out of the speakers) on the last two songs. I was playing barefoot and I broke my right stick right before the pause on "Catch A Breath" that gave me time to pick another one and finish the song. Damn, it was kinda bran new! I fucked the start of "Hide Away" but it was tremendous. I felt like the whole show had lasted only ten bloody minutes while it did not. There couldn't be a better kick off for our live appearances anyway.
(Ham doing a wild guitar solo)
(2/3 of the band and half of my right arm hitting the crash)
We watched Vancouver's set a little after and we all loved it. They really built great peaks and I loved Alain's vocals. They do have very cool songs and we hope they will get signed by some label soon 'cos they deserve it. We all look forward to playing together again in the next months as we shared a very nice night. We stayed at the club until 3 am, not before leaving something on the dressing room's wall (the title of this post).
The travel to Pavia (Elo's place) was scary. Terrible on a side, amazing on another. There were no lights on the motorway so Roy decided to follow some East European tir because, as some of his friends say, "they always know where to go". We suddenly met a freaking deep and low fog so we decided to hit the accelerator: INTO THE FOG, INTO THE FOG! It was dark and death outside the car, Fugazi inside. Roy kind of killed ourselves before arriving as he hadn't seen the street sign with the right direction. Of course he would have been kicked off the band if he had done some damaging crap! We finally got to sleep around 5am and woke up at 11.30 as someone came to change Elo's fridge making the most fucking annoying noises. Weren't we the loudest?!?!
Thanks again to Vancouver and everybody that helped this happen. We will rehearse new stuff in the next weeks hoping to fix more shows. We have some pictures coming soon in our MySpace profile, keep checking out!
See you all, Jody
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