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Sometimes I should just listen to myself; but then I have a history of being wrong, so often it's a tough call what to do.

For years I had a habit of saying I'd do something, or go somewhere and then spend days trying to talk myself out of it, or trying to think of excuses to not go or do. Quite often I'd end up ignoring my own misgivings and go and have a jolly old time thus proving that my worries were misplaced. So over recent years, if I've had second thoughts, unless there's been a good reason as opposed to excuse, I've generally ignored them and gone with my first inclination. Usually it pays off.

But on Thursday I was offered a free ticket to go and see Genesis tribute band, Regenesis at the Mean Fiddler tonight. I wasn't keen straight from the start and accepted the ticket only when romney, a great Genesis fan demurred on account of an unbreakable prior enagement. To be honest, I maintained my lack lustre enthusiasm even as I was travelling up to partake of this generously offered freebie. Glyn, Lee, Monica and Paul (all sans LJ) are great Genesis fans and in the end I was rather hoping that their enthusiasm would rub off on me.

It didn't.

The band are technically competent, but I rapidly realised that not only am I not overly familiar with Genesis' repertoire, but that it doesn't grab me in the way you would expect it to for an old progster like me.

Of course, it turns out that because of low ticket sales, we were in the smaller section of the Mean Fiddler, rather than the old Astoria section which is larger and has some tables and seating if you get there early enough to take advantage. The smaller venue is standing only.

The accoustics were awful, meaning that much was lost in the wave of high-volume mud coming from the stacks. The band gave it their all, but the venue didn't do them any favours or justice in the slightest, and no matter how competent, a tribute band is never going to fill a big and accoustically perfect venue. And this gig was hardly sold out.

To add injury to insult, after 2 hours standing, I developed a really uncomfortable backache which I eventually relieved by going to the back of the hall and leaning against one of the ceiling supports.

I don't think I'll be attending any other Regenesis gigs.

Unfortunately, I now have a negative view of the venue, too. This is a shame because I am going there again on Friday to watch the 21st Century Schizoid Band. As a regular reader you will know that I've seen them twice before and have been looking forward to this gig for months. I just hope to God they've sold enough tickets to warrant the use of the bigger venue, otherwise the shine will be very much taken from attending a performance by one of my current favourite live bands.

We shall see.

On the plus side, my ears returned to normal very quickly after the gig, and the Wolves managed an unlikely comeback to win 4-3 against Leicester having gone 0-3 behind before halftime.

That's it. I'm off to bed now. I have a reference to write tomorrow, and that's something I'm happy to do.

(no subject)

Sometimes I should just listen to myself; but then I have a history of being wrong, so often it's a tough call what to do.

For years I had a habit of saying I'd do something, or go somewhere and then spend days trying to talk myself out of it, or trying to think of excuses to not go or do. Quite often I'd end up ignoring my own misgivings and go and have a jolly old time thus proving that my worries were misplaced. So over recent years, if I've had second thoughts, unless there's been a good reason as opposed to excuse, I've generally ignored them and gone with my first inclination. Usually it pays off.

But on Thursday I was offered a free ticket to go and see Genesis tribute band, Regenesis at the Mean Fiddler tonight. I wasn't keen straight from the start and accepted the ticket only when romney, a great Genesis fan demurred on account of an unbreakable prior enagement. To be honest, I maintained my lack lustre enthusiasm even as I was travelling up to partake of this generously offered freebie. Glyn, Lee, Monica and Paul (all sans LJ) are great Genesis fans and in the end I was rather hoping that their enthusiasm would rub off on me.

It didn't.

The band are technically competent, but I rapidly realised that not only am I not overly familiar with Genesis' repertoire, but that it doesn't grab me in the way you would expect it to for an old progster like me.

Of course, it turns out that because of low ticket sales, we were in the smaller section of the Mean Fiddler, rather than the old Astoria section which is larger and has some tables and seating if you get there early enough to take advantage. The smaller venue is standing only.

The accoustics were awful, meaning that much was lost in the wave of high-volume mud coming from the stacks. The band gave it their all, but the venue didn't do them any favours or justice in the slightest, and no matter how competent, a tribute band is never going to fill a big and accoustically perfect venue. And this gig was hardly sold out.

To add injury to insult, after 2 hours standing, I developed a really uncomfortable backache which I eventually relieved by going to the back of the hall and leaning against one of the ceiling supports.

I don't think I'll be attending any other Regenesis gigs.

Unfortunately, I now have a negative view of the venue, too. This is a shame because I am going there again on Friday to watch the 21st Century Schizoid Band. As a regular reader you will know that I've seen them twice before and have been looking forward to this gig for months. I just hope to God they've sold enough tickets to warrant the use of the bigger venue, otherwise the shine will be very much taken from attending a performance by one of my current favourite live bands.

We shall see.

On the plus side, my ears returned to normal very quickly after the gig, and the Wolves managed an unlikely comeback to win 4-3 against Leicester having gone 0-3 behind before halftime.

That's it. I'm off to bed now. I have a reference to write tomorrow, and that's something I'm happy to do.

(no subject)

Evanescence eh?

Not bad, not bad at all.

To paraphrase romney rather like Renaissance and Clannad driving off on a New Age Celtic holiday.

(no subject)

Evanescence eh?

Not bad, not bad at all.

To paraphrase romney rather like Renaissance and Clannad driving off on a New Age Celtic holiday.