Very apt title as the entire Collins clan have been laid up in various states of sickness this weekend. Fear not though, we’re surviving, just.
Before the various ailments fell on us, myself and Jen(that’s a poor introduction to my wife) went to see Seasick Steve at the Academy 2 on Wednesday past. I suspect that this will be the last time we’ll see him in such a (relatively) intimate venue. He was everything and more I expected. Gut bucket vocals, tales of hardship, women and drink, a sound most 4 piece bands would struggle to achieve and with only a 3 string guitar to make it on! Being anal, I wished I could have experienced him in some godforsaken shack in the Appalachian Mountains rather than Birmingham but it was memorable. Even better was the way he dealt with a consisent talker. After asking the women to be quiet numerous times in numerous different ways (“I’m a equal opportunities kind a guy, so don’t think jus cos you’re a lady I won’t come down there and drag you out”) he simply got her up and stage and made her sit there through a few songs. Class.
My wife had to tell a couple of blokes to please be quiet as well, why do people go to gigs and then talk all the way through it without even trying to be a bit quiet? Ban em I say.
On the subject of gigs, dropping a mate off on Thursday after football at the Academy for the Twang only to watch a couple of lads kicking the hell out of the barriers and threatening the security staff. Why lads? You could have seen the Twang or Neon Twang loads of times around Brum in the last couple of years!
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