by fat cherry » Tue Mar 04, 2008 5:24 am
Hiya Hip, the blog is one long moan about everything (mostly) going wrong on tour:
"And then someone brings their face to within a couple of inches from mine and says “Hi, just wanted to say… You’re a piece of history” and I think to myself “you’re a closed minded fucking asshole who has just been dancing to echo and the fucking bunnymen. You are so stuck in the past, fuckwit” but of course I politely say “Thank you”."
... and obviously one could argue quite reasonably that dancing to echo and the effing bunnymen and thinking Robin is a piece of history are not necessarily incompatible, but we weren't there were we?
So nothing to write home about really (and you may well ask, why did I bother, well it was friday afternoon...). It'd be nice to say there was an ironic twist but really if there is any humour its that robin is relentlessly pissed off about everything - lives in france & moans about the french. ALways losing luggage (always tours places where luggage retention isn't a priority) etc. SOme interesting snippets now and again.
Having said that I just picked the 'night/morning CDs, jolly good stuff, though you can imagine its an aquired taste. Also picked up a Budd/Eno CD. Hard to tell the diff really, and one might possibly ask whether mr B is merely a charlatan who plays about three notes an hour and then gets some name to fill in the gaps and put their name on the album cover. Not unpleasant by any means. I also noticed that on the eno album theres a track called 'Dunwich Beach, Autumn 1960'. So I guess the sarges Ainsdale Beach february (or whatever) is his little tribute/joke on that. I wonder.