Muso-bable
The thoughts and ocassional ramblings of a 30-something muso.
Hello, I’m a muso. I'm one of those guys you see digging around the racks of vinyl in London's backstreet record shops. I'm not addicted, I can give it up whenever I want. I just need to find that limited edition 7" single that the NME made single of the week. Maybe you've bumped into me in the queue for the bar at The Academy or The Astoria. There are thousands of us in London - I've seen all the regular faces in the record shops and at the gigs.

This blog is my attempt to write about the records that I love, the gigs I've been to and, well, anything else to do with music. Hopefully you'll find something here that makes you nod in agreement or rant in disagreement or maybe even laugh.
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
 
Babyshambles Brixton Gig Stopped Twice

Just back from another eventful Babyshambles gig.

About an hour before Pete and the boys tumbled onto the stage it was already rammed at the front and it got worse the closer to the mythical 9:50 when 'shambles were due on. During the first song, Killamangiro, the whole crowd just started moving in that way wher eyou know someone is going to fall over. And eventually someone does a little way into the second song. To his credit, Pete is lucid enough to work out what's going on and stops the band. We all shuffle back, give the people at the front some space and the gig continues.

The next stopage is the one everyone will be talking about. Some people behind me said they saw someone on stage (form the audience) attack Patrick. From where I was standing this is what happened. Pete fell against Patrick in that half cuddle half bear hug way he does when he gets his feet tangled. In the ruck Patrick stumbles and his guitar unplugs itself from the amp. Words are said, tempers boil and Pete swings at Patrick and cracks him pretty hard on the side of the face. Patrick (still tangled in his guitar) kicks back, they both go over and the secuirty staff jump on them and pull them apart.

It takes a good 5 minutes with the house lights up and the guitar techs retuning guitars for the band to come back out. It was probably about 50/50 as to whether they would come out again and everyone around us was getting jumpy as situations like this are likely to cause a riot (like the last time Pete no-showed at hte Astoria). Some dick brhind me kept saying "it's going to kick off, I'm going to get on stage this time!". Twat.

Anyway the band make it back on stage and Pete and Patrick stay apart (like caged tigers) for a couple of songs and then they seem to forget about it and are best of mates again.

Will this be the end of Babyshambles? I don't know, but I doubt it. Will this be all over the front pages tomorrow - you can believe it.

Comments:
i like pies.
 
I also like pies.
 
For me, pies represent the higher state of existential being to which worship is often directed.

Pies are God.
 
Does anyone know where you can get a good pie near Balham High Street?
 
Were any pies injured during the Babyshambles fracas?
 
Were any pies injured during the Babyshambles fracas?
 
thank you Mr Barr for your valuable input.
 
Glad to be of service..
 
Mcbarr is indeed a nutter. All the stories Nige has told me in the past are proving to be true!
 
Requiero ungüento.
 
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