In Nashville we stay with two lovely girls. We head downtown to Broadway to see music before the gig which is in a massive warehouse. It was fun. We had video games in the changing rooms. The boys shoot stuff whilst I drink rum.
Next up is New Orleans. Yep! New Orleans! Too excited. We pull into what looks like the coolest town ever…people playing music all over the streets and GOOD music too. Wow! Bourbon street is crazy but wow must not forget we have a gig! The town is ready to party and that’s what we intend to do!
Then the last two days take us to Texas. Now these really do have to be HUGE party nights. Mosh pits, crowd surfing and drinking are essential.
Not too sure what happened in Dallas. Surprisingly, Dan has a memory of drinking an Irish Car Bomb. The wonderful Dave Hause gave me, dan and my hand luggage a lift to the hotel…against his will apparently.
Houston. Last night. All feel a little ropey, but hell – if we don’t take it tonight we’ll regret it! The gig is great as predicted. As I start crowd surfing Rosco dives off the stage and over the barriers. Amazing. I want to do that! Later in Floggings set I ask Dave to sort out a diving board and get my swimming costume and hat on…off I go…woooooaaaahhhh!
Later there’s more drinks had in the bar and on the bus. Let’s make sure we do all this again folks!
A Massive Thank you to Flogging Molly! For having us on the bus, on the stage and on the tour! It has been incredible sharing your crowds with you, opening up for you and drinking with you! Cheers!
So, SXSW has finished and us skinnies have all fled Berkman House. We had a grand old week and feel satisfied that we made the most of our time there. We played over a dozen gigs (including busking) and one of those involved a paid gig of two hours on the main stretch, we did lots of interviews and most importantly made friends with lots of new people. What more can you ask? And to top it off we recorded some songs in the house we stayed at and various strangers houses too. Great!
Dave Dale and Lorna in Berkman House
All that’s left to say is a massive thanks to Dave Dale, our incredible host who ran us around in the best Ford pickup truck we’ve ever had the pleasure to ride in, and put us up/put up with us, in his most marvellous home where we stayed/slept/recovered in between shows. Special thanks also goes out to the legendary Captain Jupp who helped us through all the trials and tribulations of a week in Austin, Texas. Thanks guys, we couldn’t have done it without you.
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Dave Dale's mighty pickup truck
The next few days are going to involve some R&R, bare with us as blog updates will start again next week as we kick off our U.S. tour in Chicago on 27th March. Exciting!! Here’s a pic of the tour bus/winnie…
Another day, another blog! Day 6 can be described as marathon day because of the amount we had to do. After getting ready, we head on down to the liquor store in the back of Dave’s truck to get a monster bottle of rum to fill the flagon.
Foxy Flagon filling
We get dropped off near BD Riley’s, which is already pretty busy. We dump our stuff and meet up with a guy from a Detroit radio station for a quick 15 minute interview. Then we rush to the next interview with a TV crew from a German music channel to sing a few songs, after that we have to get on stage and set up – I frantically get the shop together. Then we’re on.
Wow. Great response. Participation is amazing, the crowd are swaying, glasses are raised and there’s a whole lot of love in the room.
The magnificent crowd at BD Riley's
Straight afterwards, we have to follow up the German interview with a six questions, six shot of rum per Skinny session in the busy pub. Each of us are asked a question then all of us have to take a swig from the flagon. Crikey – we’re all pretty drunk after that. But no time to rest as we have to get our stuff out and over to our next gig which is 2 miles out of town. The only way we can transport it is to get it into 2 rick-shaws.
The poor guys peddled their hearts out and when we got there – we decided to cancel because it was pretty empty. No chance we’re going to end our time on a downer. Apologies are made but one rickshaw refuses to take us back to town. He looks shattered. Poor man. So now there’s a problem – we’re stranded – 5 of us with a couple of guitars and dark matter (the contents of the skinny shop) in suitcases. Not a problem though – a Merc pulls up and a guy steps out of the back seat with a child’s seat. We bundle in and he’s left on the corner, waiting for his friend’s return. The sound system is turned up and off we go. This is my most surreal moment yet. Sat on my brother’s knee with two either side and two in the boot. Weird but fun. We’re dropped off and we head to Mugshots for drinks of rum with a splash of coke and bags of table football.
Skinny vs Skinny Management!
Ooof. Drunk. The group split as Mule heads off to a bar called Barbarella to try and meet the guy from Hedwig and the Angry Inch and Max and Tony head off to other stuff. The rest start to lug gear home. We wait something like an hour and a half for a bus and fall asleep as soon as we’re on. How on earth were we going to carry all the stuff at the other end? The answer is not far from the bus stop – a trolley! Hurrah! A nice easy way home to bed. We survived the marathon. Relief!