…was the message that confronted me upon arrival in Camden for the Birthday Massacre/Screaming Banshee Aircrew gig on Thursday.
I found some of the usual suspects lurking around outside with long faces.
We resolved to go to the Dev where we would contemplate the possibility of buying tickets before arriving at the venue next time around. Meanwhile there was some frantic phoning around going on trying to find someone who had a way to get in.
“Drink up, we need to get to the venue *NOW*, we’re in”
And we were, once we’d negotiated our way past the doorstaff, who seemed determined that nobody should want to go to the gig, no matter whether they had tickets.
Downstairs it was all rather odd, since it didn’t seem considerably more crowded than I’ve seen it before, howcome this has sold out while others haven’t?
We missed DUST, but caught SBA, who seemed to be having a great time on stage, playing up to their new fanbase – the audience for BM are somewhat younger than I’m used to seeing at these nights – Jo was looking especially radiant and full of life.
It didn’t seem like it was worth fighting to the front of the crowd for the Birthday Massacre, there were a lot of very enthusiastic kids, so we stood at the back talking about Chomsky and Bruce Campbell.
“Thank you for coming to see us” – “Thank you for letting me in on your guest list” – I owe you a pint or three…
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