I have two main rules for choosing my gigs;
- Where possible, only listen to music written that very morning. Give bands that play their old stuff a wide berth.
- NEVER watch a band that starts songs “1, 2, 3, 4”.
- Avoid any gig where the audience members are wearing “Friends” T-shirts, ironically or not.
So I left Mrs RM and the boys to Sophie-Ellis Bextor and The Kooks and headed for Tramlines Fringe.
No better place to start than at the venerable Washington, which you’ll be told was once owned by the Pulp drummer more times than you’re told that Dave Whelan once broke his leg in the Cup Final (twice would be unlucky).
I arrived just in time to shout a request for a pint of Moonshine (difficult in a mask) and was then assaulted by this (play loud);
What a wondrous noise at my first gig since March 2020, and a lovely mixed crowd who didn’t ask for “Common People” or “Astronimy Domine” or whatever students listen to in Endcliffe these days.
Glitter ball, too.
Free music, cheap pint of cool Abbeydale which would have been better in glass but you know the rules.
I stayed 20 minutes, then gave my ears a little rest. I do have some ear protectors I bought for the Prolapse gig I went to a few years back, but I lost them.
Shame, as the next pub was even louder.