Moving house for our
friends gave us an excellent excuse to play in Liverpool again –
Moral Laurel and I headed down in Molly the van armed with a guitar
and plenty of booze money. We rode through the Mersey Tunnel into
Birkenhead where Georgie and Jeng were putting us up, then caught the
train into Liverpool James St. to meet them.
We rolled on into
Heebee Jeebies on Seel St. for their Thursday open mic – this is
the second time I’ve played this bar and I’ve really enjoyed both
nights. One or two of the regulars recognised me, which made me pretty
chuffed and put me in a good mood for the set. The atmosphere was
great and a whole chain of cracking acts took to the stage, including
a guy who sounded like Tom Waits. Love a bit of that!
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Georgie & Jeng |
I took a bit of a risk
by opening with 'Price Tag' by Jessie J – the bar was what my Mum
would refer to as 'trendy' – i.e. Indie, dark and low lit – very
un-poppy. Still, Liverpool's inherent friendliness shone as always,
and everyone got involved and some sang along – no music snobbery
here! I followed it up with my song 'Cheese on Toast', 'I Wanna Be
Like You' and finished on a Johnny B. Goode jamming with the Heebees
regulars. I bought a stack of CDs and Vinyl and managed to get rid of
them all.
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Heebies |
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(Welcome) Stage Invasion |
The liquor kept
flowing – we started by teasing free shots out of an empty gay bar
called 'Pink'. Then we headed to meet Dan, Suzie and Amy at some pub
in Mathews Street which by this point some serious inebriation had
prevented me from recalling the name of. Within a short time we were
all dancing like maniacs on a little stage, where the locals were
joining us for a sozzled tumble. From this pub we went to another and
watched a band absolutely blow the place away. They were called JC
and the Two Steps and had a residency at one of the clubs. They were
tight as a ducks arse and the crowd went mad for it. I have a vague memory of a gay bar called 'Superstar Boudoir', with drag queens and some really eclectic songs that were meant to be classics, but they were completely fresh to my ears. We then headed
back to Birkenhead, where Laurel went to sleep and I lap danced a pot
plant.
Thus
concluded Liverpool...
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Me n Laurel |
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