Or “I left my harp in San Francisco Lolworth Travelodge”
On Friday night Sunday Driver played at the Portland Arms in Cambridge, as part of a Christmas benefit gig for local radio station 209.
The Portland has been the scene of many of our gigs, dating back to our earliest days (now further away than any of us care to remember…), and it’s always great to play there. It’s a music venue where a bit of thought has actually gone into it – rather than just bunging in a few mics and speakers, there’s a proper little stage, and foam baffling on parts of the walls. And although the PA is basic, it always sounds good.
I was a bit grumpy when I arrived, after rushing away from my office Christmas lunch to hammer up the M11 for a 6pm soundcheck – only to sit around for an hour and a half before I played a note… Grrrrr.
Anyway, the gig itself was brilliant. We were joined by our new drummer Scott, who really added some oomph to our sound, and we played two new songs – including one written by me (yay!) called Daniel’s Grave. Despite what my sister thinks, this isn’t about wishing my brother-in-law Dan was dead…
We were cheered on by a lovely crowd, who may have been sweetened up by the cakes I made – lemon & poppyseed and chocolate:
I finally stumbled back to the car and sped out of town a couple of miles to my bed for the night – Lolworth Travelodge. We were rehearsing in Cambridge the next day, so I decided it would be better to stay somewhere than drive home to London and back. And I’m getting a bit old and creaky for sleeping on a friend’s floor.
The guy on reception was more than a little baffled when I wheeled the harp into the hotel just before midnight. He looked like he’d seen a lot in his time, but never anything like that. I felt more than a bit seedy – like I was bringing in a dodgy prostitute or something.
All in all, a great night. Apart from the bit where I got woken up at 2.30 am by a bunch of drunk blokes having a very sweary fist-fight outside my window. Classy.