Wednesday 27th February 2013
Entry 9
I realised I enjoyed writing my last post, as I wrote it as sarcastic as I did months ago. Looking back, the others got a little too serious for my liking, and I'd rather capture the fun and humorous side to gigging than the serious side. My girlfriend called me "Flippant and sarcastic", after reading my whole blog, (I had to use a dictionary for flippant, and then the dictionary again for a word it used to describe flippant, before realising what she meant.) I pretended to defend myself, (By throwing her in a river with bricks tied to her feet,) but I knew she was completely right. So, I decided to honour this, and maintain this flippant sarcasm.
Anyway, this gig was a whole bundle of fun. (No, I'm actually not being sarcastic.) We all kind of thought it'd be awful, as we're proper rockstars, playing stages and stuff like that; so to play in the drama studio of my college, it seemed a large step down. The sound probably wouldn't be great, and the turnout would no doubt be awful. Two of the bands dropped out so that it was just us and then George Thompson from the band Planet 9 doing an acoustic set. Who'd want to see just us and an acoustic set?
Well, it turned out about 30 people, which was a really nice, cosy turnout, so again I was proven wrong.
As TRC is my territory, (well, compared to the rest of Secret Romance anyway, as they'd never been before, and I go everyday,) I felt confident and at home, (Wow, that makes a change,) and walked around like a lion that claimed it's territory with urine and scattered corpses. They all stated at seperate times, (as does every single person who sees my college,) "Wow, it's like Hogwarts!"
We were the first and last to soundcheck, as George Thompson didn't need to soundcheck. We had about 6 large black cubes/boxes in front of the "stage", which we could jump onto if we so desired. (Being me, I was the only one to use these, and I used them for the guitar solos so people at the back could see me play.) Our drummer, again, couldn't show up on time due to work, so my friend Matt Wootton eagerly offered to play with us to soundcheck. The room didn't have great acoustics, but in the end we got a decent sound out of our set.
I attempted to play the drums for a song that Matt didn't know, but due to the fact the guitars were too quiet for me to hear, and due to the fact I'm not a drummer, I failed miserably.
Me and Matt then went to Tescos to buy donuts and energy drinks. (We're too rock n' roll for this business.)
The doors opened, and in walked about 30 people who sat around the room chatting. I jammed a few acoustic improvisations, before we were given the OK to start.
The room was actually great, we didn't actually need microphones to speak to the audience. In fact, it would've seemed a tad patronising to. It'd be like getting on a bus, sitting behind someone, and taking out a megaphone to engage in phatic conversation. Because of this, I did a lot of the talking, as I didn't have a microphone anyway. My voice was still louder than Andy's, who had a microphone, which is worrying. A lot of what I said was sarcastic humour. As I was very relaxed/chilled, I was confident and careless of what I said, which adds an edge to whatever you say, rather than if you were shaking and nervous that what you're saying is rubbish so that you end up mumbling and get the reaction you were dreading anyway. (The Barbra Streisand Effect. Google it.)
It reminded me a lot of Nirvana's MTV Unplugged, in the sense that I'm Kurt Cobain.
No.
It reminded me of Nirvana's MTV Unplugged because it was so relaxed; polite claps and cheers after songs, conversation with the crowd, me saying stuff to my friends who stood at the front, while I was playing. In fact, I even tried asking for candles and flowers, but that didn't happen. Cups of teas would've been nice too, in hindsight.
I had a minute-long solo before the last song of the set, which I thought was awful really, I hadn't prepared anything. I was just so laid back I almost forgot how to play the guitar.
The crowd were overall fantastic, we loved playing there. It is certainly up there as one of my favourite shows.
My next entry marks my last official gig with the band Secret Romance. As a preview, I can say it was the best show I've ever played in my life.
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Thursday 28 March 2013
Wednesday 6 March 2013
Gig 10, Secret Romance, Corporation, Sheffield.
February 16th, 2013
Entry 8
Hello there, once again.
I would like to start off by quickly pointing out that a few people have been calling this blog "self-centred", and "arrogant".
I'll just explain that, one: it's self-centred because it's about me. You know, being a diary and all that, about me and my experiences as a musician. And also, if you read it and perceive me as arrogant due to some things I say, then fine, I'm a lead guitarist, commonly associated as ego-kings and arrogance-masters. However, I would just like to say I do not write this with the intent of sounding arrogant, or for the intent of bigging myself up, I'm merely stating what has happened, and what I think about it. I speak about myself and how I play so that I can read back on this in years to come and view my progress. Sorry if anyone's offended by that, I just genuinely don't care. Further, I've decided to make all comments that are "arrogant" appear in red; I do like to make these things as interesting as possible! Thank you, and enjoy.
So, it's been a few weeks since this gig. I've been busy!
This was Secret Romance's second headline, the first time I have headlined Corporation with a band too, so it was all exciting. Afterall, Corporation is popular in Sheffield, and they have billboards around Sheffield City, on trams etc. advertising Corporation gigs, so to have our band name in big letters across these posters was a cool feeling!
We had to be there for around 3-4, but I finished work at 3, so it was a slight rush when I got home. Ate my dinner, had a coffee, and quickly got changed. My equipment was already packed and ready to go, because from past experience, I've learned preparation is key for being on time to a gig. Or to anything, really. I am a genius, I know.
I arrived there, and found out that we had the headliner's changing rooms. This was exciting, as we could only ever glance at this room with sparkling, expecting eyes, as we were dragged by our necks to the smaller rooms that only have a stone hole for a toilet, and we could only feed off grass, and drippings from the ceiling.
I am of course kidding, the other rooms are good, but this one had a fridge stocked with free Carlsberg, and wait for it... A kettle. That's right. (Again with the bold font,) a kettle.
Roadie #1, Kyle, made us all tea and coffees, (albeit in plastic cups, because well, you know, rock n' roll and all that,) and we sat on the leather sofa and spoke about anything from music, to dressing up like ABBA and playing Dancing Queen, considering just focusing on our careers as ABBA impersonators. (I hear they make millions in hotels across Blackpool and Benidorm.) We were aware that we had about 4-5 hours to wait before going on stage. So we were expecting to become restless. Also, we were expecting a small crowd, as we were headlining, and we aren't so popular. (However, as I'll explain later, we were to be surprised a great deal!)
At one point, I even laid my coat down on the floor and attempted to sleep. However, putting on Anarchy In The UK on and watching Roadie #2, Callum, saying "Right!" in the exact voice of Johnny, at the exact right time, causing the room to erupt with laughter, was much better than sleep. I had a few more beers and teas, and then attempted to warm up my cold fingers by shredding along to some Megadeth and ABBA.
Our drummer didn't arrive 'til about 5:30-6, so we, the headliners, couldn't even soundcheck, which was slightly annoying but we all got over it. Drummers are famous for being late anyway, apparently.
The doors opened, and I went to look at the turnout, expecting to struggle to see anyone, when I was suddenly given a large shock. The room was full, just like back at our awesome gig with Room 94 in August. This was exciting. To celebrate, I went with Callum on a quest to Sheffield to find the perfect kebab.
It was very cold, and after heading in the wrong direction for ten minutes, we were very cold by the time we found a good takeaway shop. We ate on the way back, and luckily they let us back in with the food. The reason I was worried is because earlier on, our drummer tried to get in with a sandwich and two cans of Coke in his bag, and they wouldn't let him in.
"But it's sealed?" He said.
"I said no, throw it away." The woman at the door said.
"We're going backstage, we're playing here. We're like, rock n' roll or something, and we can't have Coca Cola?" I chipped in.
"You don't look very rock n' roll", she added, before the large bouncer of the place said:
"Look pal, don't argue and throw the Coke away right now". So, I imagined setting them on fire with my hidden super-powers, to calm down, but then realised it wasn't me trying to get the Coke in, and so therefore realised I didn't actually care in the first place!
(I would just like to point out that I had my "Kurt Cobainy" jumper on and my new black jeans, so I did look rock n' roll, hmph. Women.)
I sat backstage eating my lovely kebab with the heater on. Callum filmed me as I narrated both the evening and the kebab. I felt like I was Morgan Freeman reading out a book for children. Except, I don't have a voice as nice as his, I'm not black, I'm not old, I'm not an actor, and I wasn't reading a book. So I wasn't Morgan Freeman. I'm Adam.
Anyway, I realised it was not long until it was time for us to go onstage, so I decided to go and join in the crowd to see what band was on. They were on just before us, and were really good. Probably the best band of the evening. However, I won't go into how good the other bands were, because I may end up hurting someone's feelings.
They were fantastic. Damn, there I go again.
I'm pleased to have the opportunity to play with such bands. Adam, stop it, you're hurting people!
I attempted to join a small mosh-pit for the penultimate band, but having forgotten how to "two-step", (a common Sheffield mosh-pit move,) I decided to give in to the forces from above, and do the Macarena instead. Again.
People laughed at me, and someone was telling me how I looked like I should be famous, that I looked like Owen Wilson, "But not the nose, don't worry." He then asked who I was there to see, so with a brush of the shoulders, I pointed to my wristband that said "Secret Romance", then trying to point out I was the guitarist for them. "Oh, the headline band! So you are kind of famous then!" What a guy.
Stage
So, a part of me thought everyone would have left by the time we got on stage. I walked up the stairs, my guitar in my hands, and got on stage. The room was still 3/4 full, so we had a good crowd!
I tried to switch on my guitar for a quick line check, but for some reason, it wasn't working. For about 3-4 minutes, or eternity, in my mind, it wasn't working. The amp was on, my guitar was plugged in, but there was no sound coming out.
All I wanted to do was do another showy-offy line-check in front of the biggish crowd to show what I'm about, (should that be highlighted in red? Or is it not arrogant to want to show my hard-earned talent?) Time seemed to drag as I panicked, trying to make my amp work. Eventually, after seemingly trying everything, Adam Elliot, rhythm guitarist, came over and moved my "Master Volume" from 0-10, sound coming out, a few cheers from the crowd, and from my heart too. It sounds like I was stupid not thinking to do this, however, there are 3 ways to get volume from my amp. "Volume", "Master Volume" and "Power". I never move the Master Volume. And I very rarely move the volume, but just the power. So I checked everything except the Master volume, naturally.
I then started to hit notes that corresponded with each other, at a quick pace, creating what one might call a "solo", to get the right volume.
We finally kicked off with our new setlist. Same songs, but a different order, really, just to spice things up a bit. Everything was played well in our standard set, and so it was time for a guitar swap. But because it's a headline, I had a nice solo in between, while the others tuned/switch guitars.
I started with an acoustic tune I wrote months ago, it's actually a beautiful tune. I then switched distortion on, and stood on one of the two large cabinet-like constructs that are in front of the stage, directly next to the speakers, so that I was closer to the audience, and then began shredding, using some new modes in E minor, my favourite key.
There was a nice round of applause, before I attempted to quickly switch guitars while the band started the Drop D set.
Notice I wrote "attempted".
It seemed to be going well. My first guitar was placed down carefully, no loud feedback was created from taking the lead out etc.
But when I plugged a lead into my V guitar, and attempted to join in with the song, once again, no sound came out of the amp. I immediately checked the Master Volume, and everything else there was to check. Finally, halfway through the song, (the song was one of the few without a solo, so they managed,) I realised I had plugged in the wrong lead.
Idiot.
Luckily I could then jump back into the middle of the stage for our heavy breakdown in the song, and enjoy life again.
(I enjoy playing with V guitars too. At the moment, I'm torn between either an ESP Alexi, a Dean double Neck V (Dave Mustaine), or a Fender Telecaster. Yes, that's right. A Fender Telecaster. Why? Because my current influence is Jeff Buckley; (Just listen to Alligator Wine, Grace, or Hallelujah and you'll see why!) and I'm really enjoying country music and jazz music. Can't I just be rich, yet, and have all 3? If anyone has £2200 to spare, please contact me on Facebook...!)
I, once again, tried to get a pit going for us on our heavier song, Last Stand, but half the crowd had gone, (which usually tells you something, right? Maybe there was an alien invasion going on outside, or a boat had crashed outside Corporation, despite the lack of a river, and people went to check,) and so the crowd wasn't big enough. Saying that, more people walked back in from outside when we began playing Fight For Your Right, so that was okay.
We played Lachrymose penultimately, a work of art by Kriss Stainton, and we had my recently good friend Danny Docking dancing with his girlfriend slowly to it, which to me is as good as a pit, to be honest. (He later told me that it made him tell her he loved her, for the first time, so that's a nice feeling for everyone really.)
We ended with the classic "Teenage Kicks", after deciding it'd be a nice, upbeat end to the evening, and then we started to pack up. A man I noticed in the crowd, in his 20s-30s, came up to me while I was on the floor trying to gather my leads, and just shook my hand, saying "You have some hot shit going on there man, my mate is looking for new and upcoming bands, and you're definitely what he's looking for, you were awesome."
I don't trust anyone, but it was nice to hear, I felt honoured that it was me he came up to to compliment. It's better when a man tells you you're good, than a teenage girl, because though it's nice to have girls complimenting me, a man is more likely to know about music, and because I aim for an 80s style of playing, that's more of a man's era than a girl who wasn't alive then. So the night almost ended on a high.
One little thing annoyed me though, once again, the workers of Corporation. I know it's their job, but they started the club night in the other room, which I need to get through to get my coat and stuff from backstage. Because I'm not 18, the guy wouldn't let me through, despite knowing I was just the headline band, making his business some money, knowing that therefore I would have things backstage. It's not like I was rude, I'm a polite guy, so I tried reasoning with him, like "Move, or I'll force the ends of my V guitar into your stomach!"
(I am joking, I actually tried to explain that I was just onstage and wasn't aware that my items would be imprisoned away from me, that I'd have to embark on a quest to get past Ye Olde Ancient Guardian of the Corporation Nightclub 2K13, in order to obtain my Leather Jacket of the Gods; and that he could even escort me there if he actually thought I was trying to get in to get a beer. Considering they were free backstage, why on earth would I want to buy one? Eventually, the large bouncer who was outside earlier escorted me and Andy to get our things, so my respect for him went up again.)
It was a really fun evening.
My next entry should be on Friday evening, as we also played a gig at my college last week!
And then we have another headline gig at the DQ on Saturday, just a few days away. Looking forward to it!
Preview
So, I went back to college after having been there that day to study French and music, and played a gig and it was fun. No sheeps or carrots were involved. Jeff Buckley also attended, but as a ghost. (Like in Harry Potter and Star Wars, the sort of ghosts that are alive but not physical.)
Thanks for reading, over 1300 views, (1333 last time I checked). Please don't take everything I say too seriously, and yeah. See you again soon!
Adam Walton
Entry 8
Hello there, once again.
I would like to start off by quickly pointing out that a few people have been calling this blog "self-centred", and "arrogant".
I'll just explain that, one: it's self-centred because it's about me. You know, being a diary and all that, about me and my experiences as a musician. And also, if you read it and perceive me as arrogant due to some things I say, then fine, I'm a lead guitarist, commonly associated as ego-kings and arrogance-masters. However, I would just like to say I do not write this with the intent of sounding arrogant, or for the intent of bigging myself up, I'm merely stating what has happened, and what I think about it. I speak about myself and how I play so that I can read back on this in years to come and view my progress. Sorry if anyone's offended by that, I just genuinely don't care. Further, I've decided to make all comments that are "arrogant" appear in red; I do like to make these things as interesting as possible! Thank you, and enjoy.
So, it's been a few weeks since this gig. I've been busy!
This was Secret Romance's second headline, the first time I have headlined Corporation with a band too, so it was all exciting. Afterall, Corporation is popular in Sheffield, and they have billboards around Sheffield City, on trams etc. advertising Corporation gigs, so to have our band name in big letters across these posters was a cool feeling!
We had to be there for around 3-4, but I finished work at 3, so it was a slight rush when I got home. Ate my dinner, had a coffee, and quickly got changed. My equipment was already packed and ready to go, because from past experience, I've learned preparation is key for being on time to a gig. Or to anything, really. I am a genius, I know.
I arrived there, and found out that we had the headliner's changing rooms. This was exciting, as we could only ever glance at this room with sparkling, expecting eyes, as we were dragged by our necks to the smaller rooms that only have a stone hole for a toilet, and we could only feed off grass, and drippings from the ceiling.
I am of course kidding, the other rooms are good, but this one had a fridge stocked with free Carlsberg, and wait for it... A kettle. That's right. (Again with the bold font,) a kettle.
Roadie #1, Kyle, made us all tea and coffees, (albeit in plastic cups, because well, you know, rock n' roll and all that,) and we sat on the leather sofa and spoke about anything from music, to dressing up like ABBA and playing Dancing Queen, considering just focusing on our careers as ABBA impersonators. (I hear they make millions in hotels across Blackpool and Benidorm.) We were aware that we had about 4-5 hours to wait before going on stage. So we were expecting to become restless. Also, we were expecting a small crowd, as we were headlining, and we aren't so popular. (However, as I'll explain later, we were to be surprised a great deal!)
At one point, I even laid my coat down on the floor and attempted to sleep. However, putting on Anarchy In The UK on and watching Roadie #2, Callum, saying "Right!" in the exact voice of Johnny, at the exact right time, causing the room to erupt with laughter, was much better than sleep. I had a few more beers and teas, and then attempted to warm up my cold fingers by shredding along to some Megadeth and ABBA.
Our drummer didn't arrive 'til about 5:30-6, so we, the headliners, couldn't even soundcheck, which was slightly annoying but we all got over it. Drummers are famous for being late anyway, apparently.
The doors opened, and I went to look at the turnout, expecting to struggle to see anyone, when I was suddenly given a large shock. The room was full, just like back at our awesome gig with Room 94 in August. This was exciting. To celebrate, I went with Callum on a quest to Sheffield to find the perfect kebab.
It was very cold, and after heading in the wrong direction for ten minutes, we were very cold by the time we found a good takeaway shop. We ate on the way back, and luckily they let us back in with the food. The reason I was worried is because earlier on, our drummer tried to get in with a sandwich and two cans of Coke in his bag, and they wouldn't let him in.
"But it's sealed?" He said.
"I said no, throw it away." The woman at the door said.
"We're going backstage, we're playing here. We're like, rock n' roll or something, and we can't have Coca Cola?" I chipped in.
"You don't look very rock n' roll", she added, before the large bouncer of the place said:
"Look pal, don't argue and throw the Coke away right now". So, I imagined setting them on fire with my hidden super-powers, to calm down, but then realised it wasn't me trying to get the Coke in, and so therefore realised I didn't actually care in the first place!
(I would just like to point out that I had my "Kurt Cobainy" jumper on and my new black jeans, so I did look rock n' roll, hmph. Women.)
I sat backstage eating my lovely kebab with the heater on. Callum filmed me as I narrated both the evening and the kebab. I felt like I was Morgan Freeman reading out a book for children. Except, I don't have a voice as nice as his, I'm not black, I'm not old, I'm not an actor, and I wasn't reading a book. So I wasn't Morgan Freeman. I'm Adam.
Anyway, I realised it was not long until it was time for us to go onstage, so I decided to go and join in the crowd to see what band was on. They were on just before us, and were really good. Probably the best band of the evening. However, I won't go into how good the other bands were, because I may end up hurting someone's feelings.
They were fantastic. Damn, there I go again.
I'm pleased to have the opportunity to play with such bands. Adam, stop it, you're hurting people!
I attempted to join a small mosh-pit for the penultimate band, but having forgotten how to "two-step", (a common Sheffield mosh-pit move,) I decided to give in to the forces from above, and do the Macarena instead. Again.
People laughed at me, and someone was telling me how I looked like I should be famous, that I looked like Owen Wilson, "But not the nose, don't worry." He then asked who I was there to see, so with a brush of the shoulders, I pointed to my wristband that said "Secret Romance", then trying to point out I was the guitarist for them. "Oh, the headline band! So you are kind of famous then!" What a guy.
Stage
So, a part of me thought everyone would have left by the time we got on stage. I walked up the stairs, my guitar in my hands, and got on stage. The room was still 3/4 full, so we had a good crowd!
I tried to switch on my guitar for a quick line check, but for some reason, it wasn't working. For about 3-4 minutes, or eternity, in my mind, it wasn't working. The amp was on, my guitar was plugged in, but there was no sound coming out.
All I wanted to do was do another showy-offy line-check in front of the biggish crowd to show what I'm about, (should that be highlighted in red? Or is it not arrogant to want to show my hard-earned talent?) Time seemed to drag as I panicked, trying to make my amp work. Eventually, after seemingly trying everything, Adam Elliot, rhythm guitarist, came over and moved my "Master Volume" from 0-10, sound coming out, a few cheers from the crowd, and from my heart too. It sounds like I was stupid not thinking to do this, however, there are 3 ways to get volume from my amp. "Volume", "Master Volume" and "Power". I never move the Master Volume. And I very rarely move the volume, but just the power. So I checked everything except the Master volume, naturally.
I then started to hit notes that corresponded with each other, at a quick pace, creating what one might call a "solo", to get the right volume.
We finally kicked off with our new setlist. Same songs, but a different order, really, just to spice things up a bit. Everything was played well in our standard set, and so it was time for a guitar swap. But because it's a headline, I had a nice solo in between, while the others tuned/switch guitars.
I started with an acoustic tune I wrote months ago, it's actually a beautiful tune. I then switched distortion on, and stood on one of the two large cabinet-like constructs that are in front of the stage, directly next to the speakers, so that I was closer to the audience, and then began shredding, using some new modes in E minor, my favourite key.
There was a nice round of applause, before I attempted to quickly switch guitars while the band started the Drop D set.
Notice I wrote "attempted".
It seemed to be going well. My first guitar was placed down carefully, no loud feedback was created from taking the lead out etc.
But when I plugged a lead into my V guitar, and attempted to join in with the song, once again, no sound came out of the amp. I immediately checked the Master Volume, and everything else there was to check. Finally, halfway through the song, (the song was one of the few without a solo, so they managed,) I realised I had plugged in the wrong lead.
Idiot.
Luckily I could then jump back into the middle of the stage for our heavy breakdown in the song, and enjoy life again.
(I enjoy playing with V guitars too. At the moment, I'm torn between either an ESP Alexi, a Dean double Neck V (Dave Mustaine), or a Fender Telecaster. Yes, that's right. A Fender Telecaster. Why? Because my current influence is Jeff Buckley; (Just listen to Alligator Wine, Grace, or Hallelujah and you'll see why!) and I'm really enjoying country music and jazz music. Can't I just be rich, yet, and have all 3? If anyone has £2200 to spare, please contact me on Facebook...!)
I, once again, tried to get a pit going for us on our heavier song, Last Stand, but half the crowd had gone, (which usually tells you something, right? Maybe there was an alien invasion going on outside, or a boat had crashed outside Corporation, despite the lack of a river, and people went to check,) and so the crowd wasn't big enough. Saying that, more people walked back in from outside when we began playing Fight For Your Right, so that was okay.
We played Lachrymose penultimately, a work of art by Kriss Stainton, and we had my recently good friend Danny Docking dancing with his girlfriend slowly to it, which to me is as good as a pit, to be honest. (He later told me that it made him tell her he loved her, for the first time, so that's a nice feeling for everyone really.)
We ended with the classic "Teenage Kicks", after deciding it'd be a nice, upbeat end to the evening, and then we started to pack up. A man I noticed in the crowd, in his 20s-30s, came up to me while I was on the floor trying to gather my leads, and just shook my hand, saying "You have some hot shit going on there man, my mate is looking for new and upcoming bands, and you're definitely what he's looking for, you were awesome."
I don't trust anyone, but it was nice to hear, I felt honoured that it was me he came up to to compliment. It's better when a man tells you you're good, than a teenage girl, because though it's nice to have girls complimenting me, a man is more likely to know about music, and because I aim for an 80s style of playing, that's more of a man's era than a girl who wasn't alive then. So the night almost ended on a high.
One little thing annoyed me though, once again, the workers of Corporation. I know it's their job, but they started the club night in the other room, which I need to get through to get my coat and stuff from backstage. Because I'm not 18, the guy wouldn't let me through, despite knowing I was just the headline band, making his business some money, knowing that therefore I would have things backstage. It's not like I was rude, I'm a polite guy, so I tried reasoning with him, like "Move, or I'll force the ends of my V guitar into your stomach!"
(I am joking, I actually tried to explain that I was just onstage and wasn't aware that my items would be imprisoned away from me, that I'd have to embark on a quest to get past Ye Olde Ancient Guardian of the Corporation Nightclub 2K13, in order to obtain my Leather Jacket of the Gods; and that he could even escort me there if he actually thought I was trying to get in to get a beer. Considering they were free backstage, why on earth would I want to buy one? Eventually, the large bouncer who was outside earlier escorted me and Andy to get our things, so my respect for him went up again.)
It was a really fun evening.
My next entry should be on Friday evening, as we also played a gig at my college last week!
And then we have another headline gig at the DQ on Saturday, just a few days away. Looking forward to it!
Preview
So, I went back to college after having been there that day to study French and music, and played a gig and it was fun. No sheeps or carrots were involved. Jeff Buckley also attended, but as a ghost. (Like in Harry Potter and Star Wars, the sort of ghosts that are alive but not physical.)
Thanks for reading, over 1300 views, (1333 last time I checked). Please don't take everything I say too seriously, and yeah. See you again soon!
Adam Walton
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