Tall But True Tales of Touring
NEW AND EXCLUSIVE! Want to peel back the curtain? Want to learn the gritty truth about life on the road with the Angel Brothers? Then you need to read Keith Angel's Tall But True Tales of Touring.
Eyeless In Wadebridge
After a truly wild, wayward and very West Country gig at the Town Hall
in Wadebridge, Cornwall, certain members of the Angel Brothers (i.e. that
contingent forever in search of a 'good time') made their way to an aftershow
house party hosted by two members of that town's 'alternative' society.
The band members were welcomed with open arms by the partygoers and partook
freely of the various forms of hospitality on offer. Indeed a very 'good
time' was had by one and all until there came a loud and ominous knocking
at the kitchen door.
Suddenly an irate, elderly but supernaturally powerful octagenarian local
burst through the door and began throwing vicious and deadly accurate
punches at all and sundry like some coffin-dodging Lennox Lewis. The fiercely
enraged native accompanied his blows with threats issued in a thick 'Carnesh'
drawl. The pugilistic devil ranted and raged about "...thowin' yarl
in th' bluddy riverrrr" and "Oi know thar's bluddy carnabbis
bein' smoked in this 'ere 'ouse!" and so on.
Then, suddenly, to the astonishment and nausea of all the curmudgeonly
codger popped out his glass eye from its damp shrivelled socket. It stared
out beadily from between his gnarled thumb and forefinger as he began
to wave it around the room. "Oi got this in the warrr foitin' for
the likes r you! I wish oid never bathered, damn and blast ye! DAMN AND
BLAST YE!" With considerable effort the apoplectic old gadge was
bundled out the door, which was firmly shut and bolted behind him. His
rabid yet muffled screams were eventually drowned out by the party chatter
and I was left reeling, wondering whether this bizarre train of events
had ever really happened - or was it just a twisted nightmare fantasy
from the deepest, darkest recesses of my marijuana-addled brain???
Anyway at least it inspired the title of the first title track on 'Forbidden
Fruit', the darkly eccentric 'Glass Eye'...
Note from KA to DF:Admittedly you and I may look vaguely similar under
specific lighting conditions, but never try to pass yourself off as me
to a female fan at a party after a gig ever again. It's a cheap trick
and you are bound to fail (again)!
