Weird gig for me last night, a local football club in a room that was little more than a Spartan concrete rectangle with no decor, that, it seemed, had one purpose only. - For testosterone fuelled men to drink themselves into a blind frenzy and chant about their team. - My idea of actual hell. Also, they appeared (unsurprisingly) to only play oasis for in house music.
I was playing as part of an acoustic duo, with a very simple set up (7 minutes to strike the whole kit). Which was nice, cause I couldn’t get out of there quick enough. Everyone was very friendly to us and liked what we did a lot, but, as a person who just doesn’t get that whole ‘ragey, team sport aggressive thing’, I’m just not comfortable being around it.
They seemed to have alternate lyrics for every single song about their team or how much they hate another team. Some blokes seemed have their pathetic alpha masculinity threatened by us being the centre of attention and not them , so would try to sing other songs as loudly as possible over the top us - as if they were going to win some self involved volume war against a PA system. - Baffling animalistic behaviour!! Anyway. Rant over, got paid and was back in my own local by 10:30. They want us back, but I’m not keen!