Chris | 22nd September 2013
(Realised I never made this ‘public’ so here it is now.)
So it’s a few days after I got home and I’m still slap-bang in the middle of decompressing. It turns out that coming back from five weeks away from phone, bare bones internet and a fortnight of 16 hour days means that if you don’t have a couple of days off, you might just have a bit of a weird and reasonably public meltdown in the middle of town halfway through the day. Who knew.
I got done on Friday, a morning of ticking off the final boxes, and left the last man standing Rich Jones with my Blackstar head to do the last of his guitars, which he seemed pretty chuffed with. I raced home only to realise I’d left my frigging suitcase at the studio (having packed everything else up in there), so had to double back, which neatly doubled my journey time. What a twat. I pride myself on never doing stuff like that, apart from every now and then, when I do things exactly like that, to remind myself to not do things like that. If that makes any sense. (Remind me to tell you about the time I got on the wrong plane.)
Got home at about 7pm and was in the new Leeds Arena by 8pm watching Pulled Apart By Horses stun a indie mum-and-dad crowd supporting the Kaiser Chiefs. They were excellent as ever but utterly unsuited to the support and I can’t help but think it was a bit of a waste of an opportunity for a more apposite band to play to 10,000 punters. The Chiefs were solid and great as ever – the new stuff is a lot better than the last album – and it was wonderful to see them. They’ve got a new drummer, the brilliant Vijay Singh, who is another old mate, and he kicks their set up the arse with jackhammer precision. He also offers to drum on my solo album, when I get round to doing it, which sounds like a plan.
It’s weird being home. The pressure-cooker environment of a studio – where there is a mixture of volatile personalities, extreme emotions, malnutrition, missing home/babies/wives/girlfriends, lack of sleep and a generally high alcohol percentage – is an exciting thing to be a part of, and I do miss it, as it happens.
It’s like coming back off a tour, except when you go on tour you get to see loads of interesting places, and loads of different faces.
On this tour we were stuck in the middle of nowhere, with only a variety of different sheep for companionship.
As far as I know, nobody took the sheep plunge (well none of our lot anyway).
I feel like I need a break. I’m off to London tomorrow. I’m knackered, but this is the life I signed up for. There are no ‘breaks’ in rock and roll. And that’s just how we like it.