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As with all things Internet, I’m not entirely sure how I found out about the Space Ritual gig but I’m glad I did. I even debated seeing them in that magical town of Glastonbury on Friday night even though Pronghorn were playing at the same time.

So who the devil are Space Ritual, some of you might be asking?

The clue is in the name. Back in 1973 Hawkwind released their 4th album, the live LP Space Ritual, a disc that many traditional Hawkwind fans see as their greatest ever work.

At that time, in Hawkwind’s now 40-year career, Nik Turner was a key-player, right the way up until his departure in 1977. Space Ritual is basically ex-Hawkwind, or a lot of the old members who are not in Dave Brock’s Hawkwind. (Who is in Hawkwind these days apart from the Captain himself and Richard Chadwick? Bass Assassin No. 2, the awesome Alan Davey, is no longer with them, so the ship has but a rudder and only a skeleton crew.)

So last night’s concert was at the appropriately-named Thomas Tripp in Christchurch, Dorset, a little town where I used to live when I was very young, infact it was probably around the time that Hawkwind were recording the live set for their Space Ritual LP. The venue was pretty small (a long, narrow hall) but the stage and the light-show were fantastic.

Nik Turner, top bloke, lead singer and saxophonist-extraordinnaire, was joined by guitarist Mick Slattery, drummer Terry Ollis, Chris ‘Mekon’ Purdon on electronic noises, ivory-tickler Thomas Crimble and rock-steady bassist, Jerry Richards. There was also some chick dancing, with speed o’ light costume changes!

Kicking off with Robert Calvert’s Right Stuff from Captain Lockheed & The Starfighters was certainly the right stuff, baby, the right stuff. That set the scene completely with the UVs, whirling projectors and all the visual psychedelia that you expect from such a fantastic collection of space rock veterans.

I have to admit that I was so in awe of seeing the band and so busy with the camera that I didn’t keep track of the track listing. Being a real Space Ritual virgin there were probably plenty of their own tracks in there that I am totally unfamiliar with (go ahead, stone me, I deserve it) but I did catch Time Crime and was that Sonic Savages in there?

We heard the old Hawk classics Master of the Universe, Brain Storm and a great rendering of Michael Moorcock’s spine-chilling monologue Sonic Attack. We got a good couple of hours audio dope from these guys and I found myself grinning ear-to-ear most of the night. We ended on such a high with an aching face and ringing ears, but it was all good stuff.

The only hassle was the size and shape of the venue which found a serene couple and their teenage son bussled out of their front-row vantage by a crowd that seemed totally drunk and rowdy by the last few tracks. One all-elbows couple bullied my unsuspecting mate out of the front row and I had to eventually brace myself to the growing onslaught threating from behind my back – stopping myself from falling over onto a) a woman who was sat on the front of the very low stage taking photos b) some broken glass c) the light projectors d) a mass of audio cabling plus defending my space and my grand’s worth of camera and lenses in my pocket.

Hopefully we’ll see Nik and Space Ritual again very soon, maybe at a venue a little closer to home (West End Centre please *cough*). If not, Nik did tip us off to the possibility of a Hawkestra gig at the Roundhouse on 8th March, but that’s not official, right? *wink*

music, space ritual

After all these years it’s a bit embarrassing to say I’d never gotten ’round to seeing Motörhead, but it’s true. I could reel off a long list of excuses, including falling out of favour with rock, metal & punk whilst I hit the rave & festival scene for a few years, but I won’t.

What matters is that after seeing Feeder last weekend, with The Chemists supporting, my mate said he was seeing Motörhead this following weekend. I couldn’t help but feel a fair bit disappointed with myself for not knowing the Motörhead gig was on and I had the undeniable urge to see Motörhead live.

Sure, I’m skint but one day out a week is good for the soul, otherwise it’s just 6 days of being poor infront of the TV with 5 dull days at work. And when you realise that Lemmy is 62 now, you wonder how many more chances you’re going to get to see Motörhead in concert. The same goes for seeing his old band mate, Dave Brock, so Hawkwind are also, as ever, on that perpetual “must see” list.

Then there was the line-up: Danko Jones were on the foot of the bill and these are three Toronto lads that I’ve been busting to see since I blogged about them back in 2005. As for Saxon, wow; it’s been 20 years since I last saw Saxon after buying tickets for them outside the all-seater Hammersmith Odeon, as it was back then.

So you’ve got to admit, that is an undeniably good line-up: Danko Jones, Saxon and Motörhead, Oh yes!

After a couple of beers and some random banter in a warm London pub, we hit the Hammersmith Apollo (nee Hammersmith Odeon) for the first time, for me at least, in many many years. It was refreshing to be back there again after many stints in the Brixton Academy in recent history.

We caught Danko Jones in the middle of their set and they make a lot of noise for a three-piece band. The main man himself has quite some attitude, so was it this or “who the f**k are Danko Jones?” that kept the crowd from moving? Luckily there were one or two fans there making an effort to enjoy themselves, but we soon threw our shouts behind the music and the place seemed to liven up at tad. It’s a shame really, I expected DJ to get a much better reception. Check out stuff like I Want You to see how good these guys are.

Saxon came on as if a score of years hadn’t passed us by. Alright, Biff Byford is grey now but he’s still got his hair and his voice in good shape too. And if they were this good 20 years ago, why have I not loved this band as much as I did last night? They were tight, they rocked out, the crowd were behind them and they belted out a host of cracking tunes new and old.

The new Saxon tracks sounded in keeping with that NWOBHM Saxon noise, although did I detect a swirl of synth in one or two of them? Whatever, it can never be as dire as that LP Destiny from ’88 or whenever; the time when it seemed like they were trying to cash-in on that appalling soft rock of the like of Heart and all those other ponce-rock bands that I hated so much that I’m lucky enough not to remember their names.

But yeah, Saxon are back. And they brought with them old classics like Denim and Leather, Princess of the Night, Wheels of Steel, 747 (Strangers in the Night). They’ve even announced a forthcoming tour and their new album Into the Labyrinth is out in January.

Motörhead are the business though. The lighting and stage show was basic but good. They had cams set up, projecting onto the backdrop, so it was fun to see into the crowd and the overhead drum shot. Right on the money

I’m sure I heard Metropolis played in there and was amazed to hear one of my favourite Motörhead stompers Killed by Death, a f**king hilarious track in my warped imagination It was pretty raucous by this time, with the crowd getting rowdy. Some random tw@t was totally drunk and trying to shove me into the fray so I eyeballed the bastard and bided my time to punch him in the chops if he came near me again. Funny thing is I was getting pushed by some prick at Feeder last week so, third time lucky, I could end up decking someone next gig LOL [I don't think so, somehow; I don't expect any stoned-out hippy at a Hawkwind gig to give me any grief!]

I don’t recall if I heard the classics Bomber, Overkill or Motörhead, maybe I was having too much of a good time rocking out, but they did finish with an acoustic set of Whorehouse Blues and then ripped up The Ace of Spades. Lemmy himself said he’s sick of playing that track, but hey, what Motörhead gig would be complete without it – it is, afterall, their signature tune. They even had some scantily-clad chicks breathing fire on the stage, so it was definitely Motörhead bike rally style entertainment.

After being in that noisy smelly city it was nice to get back to suburban Farnborough, albeit on the crowded and very late last train home. Boy, was it bloody cold though. At least we didn’t have snow down here.

danko jones, motörhead, music, saxon

It’s on!

Update 20:22

I went through the small handful of photos I shot during my short lunchbreak and the best shot is of the Airbus A380 which, despite being the world’s biggest airliner, was a graceful plane.

I love Farnborough sometimes.

airshow, farnborough

In the spirit of Guilfest we only went for one of the three days…

I’d have loved to have seen Carbon/Silicon again after shaking Mick Jones hand last year (I now realise guitar prowess cannot be passed on my mere touch alone) and we’re going to see The Levellers in August anyway so that was Friday out of the reckoning.

And Saturday was Blondie headlining; my mate was in the second row for that but who else played that night I don’t know.

But Sunday, oh Sunday… that was a different matter…

After we got to Farnborough North rail station we then realised the trains were not running. So they laid on a complementary/supplementary bus service which, after waiting an hour in the pissing rain, never came. I therefore had to drive to Guildford which meant no booze for me. So the half bottle of captain Morgan’s rum stayed in the car.

As soon as we got into the festival site we grabbed a cider and headed for the ents24 stage – Dreadzone were on and absolutely rocking it.

The Damned were next on the main stage and were rather good.

We caught a couple of tracks from the youngsters Enjoy/Destroy in the rock tent just before Senser came on and played an absolute blinder!

Back to the main stage and From The Jam (basically The Jam minus Paul Weller) were excellent.

And finally Australian Pink Floyd finished off the night with a perfect set.

I can’t say much more other than what a brilliant afternoon. If the girls had been home it would have been even better, but you can’t have everything can you?

dreadzone, guildford, music, pink floyd, senser, the damned, the jam

I’m not normally a betting man but seeing as there was £5.27 in my Ladbrokes account I made a couple of quid bet on Holland, my adopted team for the Euro 2008 tournament, beating Russia. They lost.

Then I picked Russia to beat Spain for a few quid. They lost.

Tonight I decided to back Spain vs Germany with the remaining 27 pence left in my betting account and… I won. I fucking won. WOOHOO.

Yes, I won 32 pence!

Now, with my 59 pence pot, I’m going to have to celebrate.

Anyone got any ideas of what drink/drugs I can purchase and enjoy for a whopping 59 pence?!!

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June 21st. The longest day of the year. Summer Solstice. I had planned to drive or hitch to either Stonehenge or Avebury and watch the sunrise. But keeping an eye on the weather forecast was right – it’s a grey cloudy morning and it’s friggin’ raining. Bummer Solstice more like. Maybe next year…

stonehenge, summer solstice, sun

Incase you didn’t know, we’re in Krakow, Polska. Cheers!

Everyone’s asleep as it’s silly o’clock in the morning but I’m awake, just.

Yeah, we got here on Thursday AM. A quick flight from LGW to Krakow’s closest airport and then a 40 min minibus ride through the Eastern European countryside to this old city. It’s nice. I like Poland. Growing up with all those films of the eastern borders of Europe it fits exactly with the vision.

As soon as we got to Krakow we hit our hotel and booked a taxi, via a perogi restaurant, to Wieliczka. There’s a huge salt mine there, a trip recommended by a good friend who missed the opportunity last time he was here but made sure we stayed on track The salt mines are pretty impressive… down 60+ flights of stairs and into 100+ miles of caves… some of them hand-carved and beyond belief… there are chapels down here and a vast underground church…

On Friday we visited Auschwitz; Not your usual holiday destination but really interesting nonetheless. I’m not a big fan of human suffering and abject misery, especially on such a grand scale, but I’m sure the blazing sunshine made the experience a whole lot more palatable. I’d recommend a visit if you’re passing this way. The sheer scale of the Birkenau camp is food for thought…

So tomorrow (later this morning, rather) we tour the city itself… Krakow, the Wawel Dragon, the castle… Dobranoc!

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Sign the petition!

Oh woe is me! They shut down the Tumbledown Dick. In fact, this is old news, they shut down the Tumbly back in February.

For those of you who don’t know The Tumbledown, it is (was) the best local pub in the area for live music of the alternative/rock/punk kind. OK, there’s The Agincourt in Camberley and the West End Centre in Aldershot (each 5 miles away) but the Tumbledown was ours. The Tumbledown was Farnborough’s own unique pub.

Farnborough is a very average British small town, population c. 45,000. Apart from Farnborough Abbey, where Napoleon III is buried, and the Farnborough Airshow, there’s not much to write home about other than our once-great music venue The Tumbledown Dick with live bands and the Quarantine Club rock/alt night.

After an environmental health inspection the owners of the Tumbledown Dick, Spirit Group, decided to shut the pub. Now, after literally decades of chronic underinvestment the rumours are that the pub could become a “family friendly” pub… that sends shivers down my spine. All the other “family friendly” pubs in the area are either totally dull and all look the same or the youngest members of the family have to be gone and in bed by 8pm, leaving only the older members of the family to prop up the bar and drink crap lager.

I digress…

The Tumbledown Dick was getting better and better as a live music venue, we even had our eyes on a Smiths tribute band in July and bands booked all the way up until November… until some silly person decided to shut our favourite live music boozer!

If you’re from Farnborough or nearby, if you like your live music, if you ever enjoyed a band at the Tumbledown or ever played there, or like me, you wanted to get your first gig at The Tumbledown… then please please please help out and save this pub before it goes down the pan…

Sign the petition to Spirit Group to Save the Tumbledown Dick as a live music venue!

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Well, as you can see, the blossoms that have been around since February (!) are still here and now we’ve had snow (Sunday).

For us Brits, and especially us southerners, it was weird to get snow in April. Even more surprising was the rapid change in weather from driving rain (“I can’t sleep because the rain’s banging against my window” at 7:00am) to a thick blanket of snow (“Look, mummy, it’s SNOWING!” at 7:30am)

So rather than curl up and stay snug we all went out in it

life, weather

After 37 years of constantly forging onward I feel battle weary, I’m far from home and my army is stretched.

Death and mutiny, souls lost at sea, leadership challenges, cowardice in the ranks, the once loyal deserting their general and a plague amongst them… others have gone before this and endured greater hardships, suffered higher losses and yet every struggle is different for its own peculiar reasons.

And somehow I feel comfort in the territory once occupied, the reek of familiarity… it is there that I find the spoils of past victories an inspiration, moments to be cherished again and reminding me of the reasons to, once again, spill forth.

The world is not black nor white, nor even shades of grey. It is multi-coloured and multi-faceted, an ever-evolving state of flux where one must wait for the tremors to subside before making the next sure step.

And it is surety itself that defies my quicksilver soul. But the flighty, the chaotic, the come-what-may might be my saviour tomorrow or my Achilles today. I choose neither and step back from the plate, survey the scene, await, observe, regroup. Regroup!

Let me sleep, I shall feel better when I am rested. I shall need all my strength to conquer the Leviathan, crush the ravening hordes, wheedle out the assassins. My armour is dulled yet still strong, my sword always sharp yet still sheathed. They will be aired come the morning, either this or the next one.

Dawn cometh, I avert my eyes lest brightness pierce my sleep. Goodnight my friends, I might you see on the morrow.

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