I had been working all day on a building site in St. Pauls and I was pretty exhausted but felt up for it. Even more so as everyone soundchecked and However my voice was still giving me a bit of trouble so I went out and got a bottle of Courvoisier so that I could at least soothe my throat a bit.
The Troubadour is a nice venue. They put out free popcorn on the tables and they have a beer called Rothaus which is apparently very nice and costs £5.95 per pint in a heavy German glass. The house drum kit costs £10 for bands to hire, which is perhaps a fair price for wear and tear, however if bands are paying £10 each and there are five bands playing that night, it's a bit of a tax. You have to pay for the popcorn somehow I spose.
The night was largely acoustic musicians, who talked to each other about who their managers were during soundcheck, and made sure to tell the audience that their latest single release that was on iTunes between songs. I suppose that's fair enough. The Troubadour has always seemed to me, though, like a venue where everyone is on the make.
Tom Figgins (https://twitter.com/tomfiggins) was very accomplished. He played a song on a Nord Stage 3 piano about his mother which was quite moving.
To be honest though I was looking forward to getting up there and making a lot of noise. So we got up and set up, and I had my bottle of Courvoisier there just in case, and then the barmaid saw it and confiscated it off the stage just before we were about to start. I had my guitar plugged in already so I couldn't really stop and get off stage to get it back, plus she was pissed off that I'd brought it in. I wasn't trying to take the piss, but rather I had it there as moral support for my throat. Which, as might be expected, gave out in about the third song, and it's a load of shit, and it's really pissing me off. Three weeks in a row now I've had to cut the set short because of my voice. I've got an appointment booked at the doctors, so I'm gonna sort it out. But it's so annoying.
I did eventually sweet-talk the barmaid into giving me my brandy back.
Gig totals:
Wines (West London, when in Rome): 2 free (1 red - Zygmunt 1 white - Nath)
£5.95 pints of Rothaus - 1
Other free drinks: 6
Bottles of Courvoisier confiscated: 1
Bottles of Courvoisier later returned: 1
Apologies made to barmaids: 1
