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Oxford - 27/4/01
Just
a quickie, this one, cos it's late and I'm dog tired. First, this
morning, Otis is pretty shy at the moment, I think perhaps somehow
because of his brother Steve's new fame. We set off for Oxford
about lunchtime, stopping in Camden market to buy another polka
dot shirt for tonight.
Camden's as weird and wonderful as it was yesterday. Even the
mannequins are cool. When we arrive at the Zodiac club in Oxford
(having approached it from the north after missing our turning
off the M40, so quite a bit late), Robyn
says there's a nice review
in the national press this morning. Pretty soon the minutes have
flashed by and once again it is Sonic onstage, draping the room
with his beautiful sound.
Robyn's
in one polka dot and I'm in another and the gig's strong but a
bit strangely disconnected. It's funny with bands, it's a very
sensitive chemistry and some days the 'togetherness' isn't quite
there on a kind of spiritual level and it's really noticeable.
Like today. Still, the music's really fine and all seems to go
OK. We rest Kennedy and put Hots in the set. And hatch a plan
to play the whole original UM album at Portsmouth, but let's see
if we do .....
My
old friends Bridget and Rick are there and it is great to see
them and talk, plus my mate Terry who used to roadie for the pretty
things in the 70's so he's potentially original spinal tap material.
I remember he kept losing one of his guitarists, once through
the floor when the guitarist jumped off his amp and just kept
going and once into the audience when he trod on his wah wah pedal
and just kept going (the Pretty Things, I think it was). Tonight,
he's threatening seriously to disrupt the physical integrity of
someone who's DAT-ing the gig but I explain we don't mind such
things and he lets the poor soul live (I think) ..... then long
sleepless drive back to London, and bed ..... Portsmouth Sunday
(that sounds like Sheffield Wednesday, but it isn't meant to)
..... G'night.
Matthew
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