Train travel can be tiresome at the best of times but carrying tons of equipment which weighs the world is not easy - nevertheless we are on the road and this is it for a few weeks now so we better get used to it.
Also keeping an eye on equipment on trains so any chancing robbing bastards don't ruin us is not much fun but here we go.....
Sheffield goes well - a lovely little venue called The Redhouse and a perfect intimate setting for us, some nice folk from Corleone help us out and we stay on Quiet Lane which no doubt will be used in a song at some point.
We already have a day off due to having tickets to see Bjork but she's ill and cancels the show, however I'm not feeling so amazing myself and the extra few hours sleep is massively needed at this point.
And so to Leicester - we're excited to be hooking up with Her Name is Calla and hanging out and playing some rock music. We are a family now you see, there's no going back. Another tiny show and a nice reception - and the first time we haven't played Floods live in as long as I can remember which is actually quite nice. Most of my time on stage now is spent enjoying my new reverb pedal and last night trying in vain to keep in time with Elly due to the incredible double-kick-drum heaviness that was in the venue downstairs and vibrating through my body whilst we were playing.
'Calla were on form, Tom's Marshall amp head found itself airborne and lands perfectly across Adam's drum kit, balancing with Olympic greatness while chaos ensues at the end of New England once more. Good times.
It was also pretty exciting to have Foals open for us - not quite sure how that happened.
London today is canceled - maybe the venue owner doesn't like ambient post-wankery too much - I don't know... these things happen.
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