Was (not Was) live at the Carling Academy, Islington.

Hi All,

I’m literally minutes back home from the best gig of the year (so far): Was (not Was) played a largely unadvertised gig (apart from their website) in the cosy surroundings of the Carling Academy in London’s Islington. Hot on the heels of the release of their latest album, the impressive and fortunately well reviewed boo!, they played two gigs in the UK and featured on that outstanding show with Jools Holland.

Again, why there was actually no advertising for the gig is beyond me, but this way it was an intimate affair in a small club.

Initially the gods were against us. After arriving at the Academy, we had to be evacuated from the premises, as the surrounding mall apparently was suffering from a bomb-scare. Fortunately, only 45 minutes later the efficient and polite Metropolitean Poilce Force let us back (after first evacuating me again out of a friendly gay bar [I didn’t know. It was dark and friendly. I only realised after I realised the lack of real ale] called EDVI [which apparently stands for ‘Edward the 6th’] in which we sought refuge from the evacuation of the Academy).

The dastardly bombplot kept us out. Bummer.

But after letting us in and us realising the small crowd looked like a  good-natured fifties birthday with a 10:1 male to female ratio we settled in to the friendly vibe of the place, and after half an hour the band arrived, receiving an friendly roar from 250 middle aged men (and some of their wives and in one instance their daughter). The playlist, as far as I remember (which is 90% complete but not in the right order) consisted of a lot of early stuff, the best songs from the latest albums, but for some reasone ‘What up, Dog?’ was short changed. As the best girlfriend ever and myself hoped for ‘Spy in the House of Love’, ‘Anything can happen’  and ‘Anytime Lisa’, we were a bit disappointed, but with a back-catalogue that massive I realise it’s hard to pick your setlist.

Anyway, the setlist (in the order I remember it. This is not chronological):

  • I blew up the United States
  • Hello Operator
  • 11 Miles an hour
  • Semi-interesting week
  • Crazy Water
  • Walk the Dinosaur
  • Out come the Freaks
  • Where did your heart go (and I always thought this was by George Michael)
  • Your Luck won’t last
  • From the Head to the Heart
  • Papa was a Rolling Stone
  • I feel better than James Brown
  • Knocked Down, Made Small

Did it groove? Oh yes, it did. Don Was (‘I had this Bass for 20 years but that’s never happened before’) played three quarters of the gig with a missing D-String, but that little mishap did not reduce the power of this tight rhythm section. Shame the Academy’s sound system swallowed his bass almost completely, together with half of the drum set. David Was was able to provide some light entertainment and the trio of Sweetpea Atkinson, Sir Harry Bowens and their third bloke who embarrassingly I can’t remember gave us pitch perfect soul. The musicians were excellent, people were enjoying themselves (apart from those ladies who unsuccessfully tried to squeeze into their 20 year old skirts, as they were only able to sway gently) and I think the band had a ball as well. With other words: a total success.

It would have been even better with ‘Shadow and Jimmy’. But what can you do.

Finn, Runga, Dobbyn. Heaven.

While I am the first man to step forward to say that New Zealand is not the paradise that most Europeans believe it is, the musical output of this community the size of South London is impressive. The recording of the 2000 tour (and a 2002 London gig, I believe) of these three veterans of Kiwiana Pop is especially gratifying, as it combines the sparse melodies of Bic Runga with a ‘best of’ Dobbyn’s oevre and some of the best of Tim Finn’s three decades of music (including his solo work, Crowded House and Split Enz). Together with a tight band of musical mercenaries they sing, whistle and hum together and created an outstanding album that showcases the best of New Zealand’s recent musical heritage. All three are songwriters with an outstanding ability of capturing their touching lyrics in ultimately hummable songs that linger around in your brain for a long time.

Even if you have no idea who these people are and have never been to New Zealand, Together in Concert is an excellent introduction into this culture’s musical culture and apart from that a damn good album.

Blue Jeans Cable II: I told you so.

Ok, so there’s more to this blog today than rabbit pics. Shame that. Anyway, as I predicted, mainstream media is now picking up the Kurt Denke story. But even though he’s on vacation, he has given an interview on the matter.

Of all media outlets, he chose the Free Software Magazine.

Give that man a medal.

T5. It’s not pretty. Not at all.

These days I feel very, very sorry for the employees of BA. Especially those working in Terminal 5. When, 2 days ago, our friendly captain finally flew us out of Aberdeen and Heathrow, he was quite optimistic that we would arrive with only 1 hour delay. But then the rainclouds hit London, and we put into a holding pattern over Heathrow. After finally landing, we waited twenty minutes parked in front of our gate waiting for someone to switch on the guidance system and man the airbridge. A clearly exasperated captain sounded very cynical during his last cabin broadcasts. Poor bloke. When we finally got off, we were 2 hours late and I had missed my connecting flight. Inside T5 things felt very unfinished. Screens weren’t working, cables were dangling freely around. The three BA members organising me a flight with a different airline were sounding very hopeless.

One said he feels like a clown in a circus of Shatnerian proportions and the only thing left for them was smile.