Archive for August, 2017

Dead Meadow

Why:

So, a friend I met in the early 2000s through mutual friends – and who I played guitars with for a while – had a flatmate.

This flatmate was presented as his “stoner rock” mate, and he introduced me to loads of bands, and we did loads of gigs.

Dead Meadow were the one I don’t think I’d have found the way to on my own if it hadn’t been for him.

He was a great guy.

He came to my wedding, was one of the last to leave the after-party at the hotel.

They’re a great band and this was the first time I’d seen them. In such a tiny venue the sound was immense.

As was the buzz.

Down the front, done up on weed and booze, swaying and nodding.

High: I couldn’t name a single song now, or the name of anyone in the band, but I loved it all.

Drinking: my drinking had a new lease of life in 2006.

The receptionist at the job I’d started in December the year before had convinced me that milk thistle was a thing that worked to stave off the worst of a hangover.

For a while I’ll swear it did.

That and the weed.

And the valium to put me down.

Thinking: Stoner rock – what’s not to like?

Black Crowes

Why:

Christ knows, really.

I guess they seemed like a proper kick-ass rock and roll band, and someone must have offered me a spare. I can’t remember who.

All I can remember about this show is how very, very much it dragged on.

I should have left early; as it was I just got angry.

This was quite a messy time in my life, but at the same time it was the beginning of the end of all that.

The job was I working was the one where I’d meet my wife, and I was just about to have my flat renovated, so this was my final little period of falling apart.

Thus the Black Crowes on a Wednesday.

High: obviously not nearly enough

Drinking: at what, two pints an hour, I feel like I’d have got through maybe ten?

Thinking: I should be a bit more discerning about who I agree to go and see…