What an unforgettable weekend; I shared a pint with some lovely people, including the great grandson of Harold MacMillan (a thoroughly nice chap), repelled any potential vampire attacks with late night garlic friend rice, crawled through some medieval tunnels, and found myself agog at a breathtaking performance by Muse. It was all achingly good and now I'm back to the green laserless skies of drab reality.
The guys from Muse can't walk down the street without winning some sort of live award, and quiet rightly so: love them or hate them, it's undeniable that they pour their hearts, souls, and three truckloads of equipment into their performance. However the homecoming gig in Teignmouth (pronoucedTinmuff, which like Aber, smells of chips) wasn't so much about the light show, the punch and judy set up, the funky videos, or even Matt's KaossMansun (a guitar with a touch pad connected to a KorgKaoss pad - sounds a bit like a theremin). Quite simply the band returned triumphant and their music was amazing. Muse played their rock socks off.
Andy, the taxi driver who took our party back to Exeter, was less impressed. He regaled us with tales of ferrying Chris the bassist home from Heathrow. Chris was heading back Teignmouth jubilant at the cutting of a new album; it's fair to say that he can be imagined jumping into the taxi with a certain amount of swagger, though this was soon diminished after hearing the news that his driver ( a skiffle man) had never listened to any Muse tunes. Eager to rectify this sad state of affairs Chris popped the newly made disc into the cd player. After a brief listen the taxi driver's words of consolation were "oh well, you've got a riff to yourself, ay, that's nice isn't it." He cheekily disclosed to us who should know better that "it's a load of old crap" and that he'd lost the copy Chris gave him in a move.
For those who are interested, it's on the Radio 1 and the red button tonight, but here's a clip of my favourite moment, a new arrangement of 'Cave'.
*From the flickrphotostream of Olly-Og
What an unforgettable weekend; I shared a pint with some lovely people, including the great grandson of Harold MacMillan (a thoroughly nice chap), repelled any potential vampire attacks with late night garlic friend rice, crawled through some medieval tunnels, and found myself agog at a breathtaking performance by Muse. It was all achingly good and now I'm back to the green laserless skies of drab reality.
The guys from Muse can't walk down the street without winning some sort of live award, and quiet rightly so: love them or hate them, it's undeniable that they pour their hearts, souls, and three truckloads of equipment into their performance. However the homecoming gig in Teignmouth (pronouced Tinmuff, which like Aber, smells of chips) wasn't so much about the light show, the punch and judy set up, the funky videos, or even Matt's Kaoss Mansun (a guitar with a touch pad connected to a Korg Kaoss pad - sounds a bit like a theremin). Quite simply the band returned triumphant and their music was amazing. Muse played their rock socks off.
Andy, the taxi driver who took our party back to Exeter, was less impressed. He regaled us with tales of ferrying Chris the bassist home from Heathrow. Chris was heading back Teignmouth jubilant at the cutting of a new album; it's fair to say that he can be imagined jumping into the taxi with a certain amount of swagger, though this was soon diminished after hearing the news that his driver ( a skiffle man) had never listened to any Muse tunes. Eager to rectify this sad state of affairs Chris popped the newly made disc into the cd player. After a brief listen the taxi driver's words of consolation were "oh well, you've got a riff to yourself, ay, that's nice isn't it." He cheekily disclosed to us who should know better that "it's a load of old crap" and that he'd lost the copy Chris gave him in a move.
For those who are interested, it's on the Radio 1 and the red button tonight, but here's a clip of my favourite moment, a new arrangement of 'Cave'.
*From the flickr photostream of Olly-Og
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