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dani
18/05/2006 02:55
Panic stations ahoy!
Arrived with plenty of time to spare, though with the tour carrying two top of the range 'Beat The Street' busses, plus a forty foot articulated lorry; it meant we were carrying a very hefty amount of production too. In actual fact, an additional eighteen crew to accommodate bringing in our own lighting rig and full PA spec. And that's without mentioning the performance-based theatrics of a twelve foot tall, fully articulated puppet, living gargoyles, aerial performer, angle grinders, projection screens, ramps and the usual massive light show.
So, panic stations it is when all this is being tried and tested for the first time this evening: Crew and Cradle or, even at times both melding into a simple Crewdle; flitting around like proverbial shitseekers at a dung beetle convention. Bit of a shit analogy I realise, but I'm writing this before two o'clock the following afternoon... so please do give me a break, it's not all plaques and hams on the road.
Kept out of the way for the best part of the day, basically perusing the local music and comic stores with Sarah and replacement bassist scum Charles... and when Sarah decided to call it a day, the two of us were invited to some local rock stores to browse and scam some free stuff (which, of course is always a boost to one's day).
The nicest gift was one that was made to me of a Dani Filth Living Dead Doll, replete with death certificate (well, it might come in useful on this length of tour...) and poetry, stage clothing and realistic corpse-like features. And it all was roughly about the same dimensions, especially in this cold.
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