I’ve just watched the televised political debate between the 3 leaders of the main parties in Britain on the BBC iPlayer… which I thought in general was brilliant. A brilliant idea for politics and the country in general I felt, but not only that – I found I was riveted and excited by the whole deal, something I don’t often associate with watching Cameron and Brown trade insults. So I’ve decided to rather self-indulgently share my thoughts with you….
It began in a strange way for me, I found myself believing in David Cameron’s opening points which in itself scared the crap out of me as I’d not empathised with any of his views thus far in the election. He made some interesting points about Immigration whereas Nick Clegg made a few worrying ones about a regional working system which frankly evoked a vision of 1984 for me, and (for me) some poorly thought out ways of reducing crimes committed by young people (essentially cleaning up parks and streets will apparently reform young criminals).
Another really good feeling I got about the whole open televised debate idea was the general consensus from all 3 about cutting beaurocracy in the NHS, the civil service and the care system. Let’s make it happen please.
Nick Clegg for me proceeded to tear apart Cameron and Brown’s arguments about reform in the House of Commons and in the police force by simply reminding them that they had voted against such reforms previously in Parliament. He then cemented his position, in my opinion, as the strongest candidate by working through how he would fund a tax cut for the first £20,000 bracket of income tax. This began a theme, a rather encouraging one for me, where Clegg would consistently talk through how he planned to free up funds for each promise he made – contrastingly to the promises of Brown and Cameron. An honest politician who proves he’s thought first of most of the ideas the other two are putting forward to gather public favour, and talking us through his figures, surely not?
Economy…seems a basic choice between putting money in or taking it out of the system, and frankly I trust Gordon Brown’s idea of putting £6bn more into the economy so as to bouy it slightly and reduce the threat of a collapse in employment similar to that in the 1980’s… as unpopular as it would sound to be pumping in more money to such a poorly run system. Such an experienced economic servant would surely not be offering a means of renewal that would appear so unpopular and achieve nothing more than to waste more money and spiral us further into our recession black hole. Clegg and Cameron offer the opposing view, unsurprisingly, but as no expert on the economy I really really can’t figure out who is pitching the right move.
Of course, there was the rigorous bore of hearing the opening and closing speeches mainly just involving the buzz-words ‘hope’ and ‘change’. But overall I felt generally good about the whole thing, maybe down to a televised debate being such a first for politics – but I feel more strongly that it’s a belief that now in the Lib Dems there’s a party that has made me feel better about British politics for the first time in a very long while. Plus Clegg is actually quite handsome if you squint a bit.
Let me know what you guys think
Love, Fab-Kabeedie xxxx
Saturday, 17 April 2010
Springtime for Norwich
It's been 2 weeks of rest for us this easter, well... i say rest but generally we've been in the midst of trying our best to think outside the box in terms of songwriting. This, for me, entailed sitting in my flat listening to Vampire Weekend's new album on repeat for many, many hours. Trying to emulate their wide range of influences proved difficult however as i realised i couldn't really play any other form of percussion other than a standard drumkit... so tabla was out. Relief came in the form of an enthusiastic Katie, who soon had the enthusiasm sucked out of her (it was gooey) by my repeatedly trying to teach her to play samba on a high tom. All frustrations aside she coped pretty well and managed not to bash my head in with the wooden spoons we used as drumsticks, so another weapon is added to our arsenal - a ginger bird with a big drum.
Our songwriting in general is going really well, some of you who've been to any of our gigs recently will have heard 'Come Out of the Blue', which we're really pleased with. We're also in the process of nailing another couple of ideas we're excited about too which we should hopefully be airing in May/June when we tour the UK and Germany again (check www.myspace.com/thekabeedies for details).
Dj'ing is an exciting new pastime i've picked up recently. After Evan and I did a few Dj sets last year, he taught me how to (try to) beatmatch and such on a CDJ and how to mix basically from laptop to laptop. So when we'd Dj together i'd stand doing a silly dance spinning my hat around while he did most of the work, leading to a serious false sense of accomplishment on my part. This led to me volunteering to DJ a couple of times in Norwich at the Birdcage Pub and Mustard. The latter being with my flatmate Nelly (who's in a Norwich band called Myboy/Mygirl), and after a disaster to start with... involving the Cd's we'd prepared not working at all and just making a farty noise, which went down well with 100 or so revellers... he promptly legged it out of the entire club and down the road to our flat, where he stayed a shivering mass underneath his bed - leaving me to apologise profusely and scrape together songs from other DJ's. You prick Nelly.
My passion for Aeroplanes has also been fuelled recently by the discovery that you can buy MAGAZINES devoted wholly to the subject of classic planes and airships and stuff. The things that soulless anti-social geek dreams are made of... and maybe could help me find a new replica pair of WW2 Flying Goggles, as i lost the last pair while i was bobbing for apples.
Not that i actually saw the political debate that went on between the 3 major parties t'other day, but i felt that hear-say and picking up the snippets of conversations between people in the pub gave me enough of a background knowledge to write some lyrics about it. So that's what i'm working on now, the british election and a song about fidel castro.... i'm a sodding genius
The others have probably been doing stuff too but to be fair none of them are interesting in the slightest so i wouldn't worry
Love, Fab-Kabeedie xxx
Our songwriting in general is going really well, some of you who've been to any of our gigs recently will have heard 'Come Out of the Blue', which we're really pleased with. We're also in the process of nailing another couple of ideas we're excited about too which we should hopefully be airing in May/June when we tour the UK and Germany again (check www.myspace.com/thekabeedies for details).
Dj'ing is an exciting new pastime i've picked up recently. After Evan and I did a few Dj sets last year, he taught me how to (try to) beatmatch and such on a CDJ and how to mix basically from laptop to laptop. So when we'd Dj together i'd stand doing a silly dance spinning my hat around while he did most of the work, leading to a serious false sense of accomplishment on my part. This led to me volunteering to DJ a couple of times in Norwich at the Birdcage Pub and Mustard. The latter being with my flatmate Nelly (who's in a Norwich band called Myboy/Mygirl), and after a disaster to start with... involving the Cd's we'd prepared not working at all and just making a farty noise, which went down well with 100 or so revellers... he promptly legged it out of the entire club and down the road to our flat, where he stayed a shivering mass underneath his bed - leaving me to apologise profusely and scrape together songs from other DJ's. You prick Nelly.
My passion for Aeroplanes has also been fuelled recently by the discovery that you can buy MAGAZINES devoted wholly to the subject of classic planes and airships and stuff. The things that soulless anti-social geek dreams are made of... and maybe could help me find a new replica pair of WW2 Flying Goggles, as i lost the last pair while i was bobbing for apples.
Not that i actually saw the political debate that went on between the 3 major parties t'other day, but i felt that hear-say and picking up the snippets of conversations between people in the pub gave me enough of a background knowledge to write some lyrics about it. So that's what i'm working on now, the british election and a song about fidel castro.... i'm a sodding genius
The others have probably been doing stuff too but to be fair none of them are interesting in the slightest so i wouldn't worry
Love, Fab-Kabeedie xxx
Thursday, 1 April 2010
Deutschland
Never have we been so overwhelmed by a country like Germany... we can't thank enough the promoters who put us on, the friends we made or the people who came to see us. We've had an unbelieveable time over the last week and we feel it's only right to fill you in on our adventures, where to begin....
Incredibly, the psychopathic northern machine that is our manager Craig managed to make the journey from London, leaving at 1am, to Hamburg, arriving at 7pm, only having nearly killed us twice. Instead of bedding down for the night, we decided exploring late-night Hamburg was worth the price of feeling even more bleary-eyed in the morning, and suitably we ended up playing poker in a sports bar 'til 4am... until i had to go back to the hotel crying from being too drunk on weissbeer.
In the morning we took a stroll around Hamburg, and discovered just what a great city it is. From the wonderfully anarchistic support of FC St.Pauli (where the emblem is just a skull and crossbones) to the plethora of independant record shops where Roary found his soul again, mainly in little-known garage rock vinyl. We met our good buddy david in a cafe and he toured us around and showed us Hamburg's greatest stationary shop.
Our gig in the evening was at the Indra Club in Hamburg, which is where the Beatles first played in Germany. And we had some familiar faces in the audience in the shape of buddies we'd met at Dockville festival the last year. The show was faaabulous, we had no idea what to expect and the amazing crowd gave us 3 encores. We drank beer to celebrate. Before going our with our good friends Florentine and David, which involved seeing Germany's most famous gas station, the golden poodle club, and sitting in a hotel bar at 8am while Roary asked everyone if he could have a sausage. He couldn't.
Next day we made the trip to Leipzig with our friend Yannick...who was to put up with a lot of us over the following 24 hours.....
When we got to Leipzig we were playing at the Sweat Club, which in England would've been our worst nightmare...like a nightclub with dancey tunes where people just wouldn't want to hear us. But god damn it was different here. We went on at 1am and people were fabulous, the front row were singing the words and even the slow songs went down well. Afterwards everyone came to the bar for some Jagerbombs, which we all enjoyed, and to listen to the amazing barman Emmanuel. He was truly a genius. Formerly the drummer for Jason Mraz and Jamiroquai... he taught me many things, and shared several cocktails that would burn the hairs off a toad.
Waking up at 3pm on our day off was an unexpected form of bliss, and after revitalising ourselves with lemon beer (a suprising success in the morning) we returned to the venue to find Evan had drunkenly written 'The Kabeedies' over most surfaces in the club.
We returned to Hamburg to spend a few stolen hours with our music shop friends, who made us coffee, replaced the things i'd inexplicably lost, and enticed Roary with a rare bass head from southend...
Kiel was our next date, playing with a fine fine lad by the name of David Park who'd been our guide to all things German thus far, and had also taught me the proper way to kiss. Before the show we'd recieved an email from the bar saying that we had to "play quietly", which we found odd.... but upon reaching the venue (which was a charming cafe-bar) we realised it was pretty much a semi-acoustic gig...which we're rarely prepared for.
After being kindly fed and watered, and meeting possibly the fluffiest dog in the world, we set about sellotaping my clothes onto the drumkit to dull everything, and turning the intstruments down to -1.
Saying that, we really really enjoyed this show, the audience were fantastic and the gig was a real challenge that we kind of pulled off. We'll be returning to Kiel soon no doubt.
Roary had a tattoo appointment arranged the next day, to get Damon Albarn's head on his left butt cheek - so myself, Evan and Katie set off to motor FM in Berlin, for a radio show with an amazing presenter who had to translate literally everything we said instantly. That place was reeaaal nice, very trendy office, if you ever want a cool office job - look up motor fm.
The gig in Berlin was at the Bang Bang club under a railway in one of the poshest parts of Berlin, and the architecture was bloody stunning. The whole place was stunning really but we were wrenched away from sightseeing to soundcheck before going for a lavley meal. The gig was great and as our last show in Germany we gave it our all, it was probaly our smallest crowd but there were some real characters in the audience and we had a wonderful time. We returned to our hostel very very satisfied, playing pool 'til 4am and having arguments about prostitutes (rory and evan had been approached by a pimp during the night) with our new friend Marvin. Marvin was a bio-molecular scientist and explained to us how worm-eggs can cure asthma and how we should feed them to Katie, so throw them at her the next chance you get. In the morning, we left Marvin at his lab as he attempted to save the world, and we hopped in the van for our 11 hour drive home.
We'll be returning there very soon, June and September.
Kann Ich Habe Eine Wurst?
Love, Fab-Kabeedie xxx
Incredibly, the psychopathic northern machine that is our manager Craig managed to make the journey from London, leaving at 1am, to Hamburg, arriving at 7pm, only having nearly killed us twice. Instead of bedding down for the night, we decided exploring late-night Hamburg was worth the price of feeling even more bleary-eyed in the morning, and suitably we ended up playing poker in a sports bar 'til 4am... until i had to go back to the hotel crying from being too drunk on weissbeer.
In the morning we took a stroll around Hamburg, and discovered just what a great city it is. From the wonderfully anarchistic support of FC St.Pauli (where the emblem is just a skull and crossbones) to the plethora of independant record shops where Roary found his soul again, mainly in little-known garage rock vinyl. We met our good buddy david in a cafe and he toured us around and showed us Hamburg's greatest stationary shop.
Our gig in the evening was at the Indra Club in Hamburg, which is where the Beatles first played in Germany. And we had some familiar faces in the audience in the shape of buddies we'd met at Dockville festival the last year. The show was faaabulous, we had no idea what to expect and the amazing crowd gave us 3 encores. We drank beer to celebrate. Before going our with our good friends Florentine and David, which involved seeing Germany's most famous gas station, the golden poodle club, and sitting in a hotel bar at 8am while Roary asked everyone if he could have a sausage. He couldn't.
Next day we made the trip to Leipzig with our friend Yannick...who was to put up with a lot of us over the following 24 hours.....
When we got to Leipzig we were playing at the Sweat Club, which in England would've been our worst nightmare...like a nightclub with dancey tunes where people just wouldn't want to hear us. But god damn it was different here. We went on at 1am and people were fabulous, the front row were singing the words and even the slow songs went down well. Afterwards everyone came to the bar for some Jagerbombs, which we all enjoyed, and to listen to the amazing barman Emmanuel. He was truly a genius. Formerly the drummer for Jason Mraz and Jamiroquai... he taught me many things, and shared several cocktails that would burn the hairs off a toad.
Waking up at 3pm on our day off was an unexpected form of bliss, and after revitalising ourselves with lemon beer (a suprising success in the morning) we returned to the venue to find Evan had drunkenly written 'The Kabeedies' over most surfaces in the club.
We returned to Hamburg to spend a few stolen hours with our music shop friends, who made us coffee, replaced the things i'd inexplicably lost, and enticed Roary with a rare bass head from southend...
Kiel was our next date, playing with a fine fine lad by the name of David Park who'd been our guide to all things German thus far, and had also taught me the proper way to kiss. Before the show we'd recieved an email from the bar saying that we had to "play quietly", which we found odd.... but upon reaching the venue (which was a charming cafe-bar) we realised it was pretty much a semi-acoustic gig...which we're rarely prepared for.
After being kindly fed and watered, and meeting possibly the fluffiest dog in the world, we set about sellotaping my clothes onto the drumkit to dull everything, and turning the intstruments down to -1.
Saying that, we really really enjoyed this show, the audience were fantastic and the gig was a real challenge that we kind of pulled off. We'll be returning to Kiel soon no doubt.
Roary had a tattoo appointment arranged the next day, to get Damon Albarn's head on his left butt cheek - so myself, Evan and Katie set off to motor FM in Berlin, for a radio show with an amazing presenter who had to translate literally everything we said instantly. That place was reeaaal nice, very trendy office, if you ever want a cool office job - look up motor fm.
The gig in Berlin was at the Bang Bang club under a railway in one of the poshest parts of Berlin, and the architecture was bloody stunning. The whole place was stunning really but we were wrenched away from sightseeing to soundcheck before going for a lavley meal. The gig was great and as our last show in Germany we gave it our all, it was probaly our smallest crowd but there were some real characters in the audience and we had a wonderful time. We returned to our hostel very very satisfied, playing pool 'til 4am and having arguments about prostitutes (rory and evan had been approached by a pimp during the night) with our new friend Marvin. Marvin was a bio-molecular scientist and explained to us how worm-eggs can cure asthma and how we should feed them to Katie, so throw them at her the next chance you get. In the morning, we left Marvin at his lab as he attempted to save the world, and we hopped in the van for our 11 hour drive home.
We'll be returning there very soon, June and September.
Kann Ich Habe Eine Wurst?
Love, Fab-Kabeedie xxx
Monday, 22 March 2010
2 Chicken donners and Evan's ass-foam
We began our tour this month, in support of our new single 'Jitterbug Re-Edit', with an ambitious show at the Norwich Arts Centre. Usually, as a band, we like the theory that we give our all at every show - and needn't use too many gimmicks in order to make things special... But armed with the reasoning that we wanted to reward the fans that had treated us so well over the last couple of years, and make this show memorable - we set upon 2 days rehearsal and preparation.
We'd certainly be the first to say we're not the most organised band on earth, but we're all proud of how the show turned out - with the grandiose Cello of our good friend Kayleigh and the lovely Vagabond Trills backing us in Jitterbug, and with sporadic covers and segways rolled in - the show was definately one for us to remember, and hopefully you guys too. We were supported by the vocally unbelieveable Calum Duncan, who brought tears to my eyes repeatedly (the massive jerk) and who was backed superbly by Alex Hill, The Vagabond Trills - who we're all in love with - and the fantastic We Can't Dance, who I expect to see much more of in the future. Bloody Good Night.
Although.... health-wise, that was our peak....
Soon after leaving the comfort of my demolished bedroom in Norwich (another story) Evan started complaining of stomach pains and upon further inspection of his faeces (an Evan tradition), it was discovered he had rather nasty diorrhoea. This was a theme running through the series of gigs following, and i won't bore you with the frothy frothy details, but it's been damn exciting for us.
We had a great session for Marc Riley live on 6Music, which was interspersed with the wit of Stephen Merrit, trips to the cafe for Wi-Fi and shaking the hallowed palm of Noddy Holder...
Followed by a great show at the Night and Day Cafe in Manchester, with the wonderful Vagabond Trills. And a lovely return to our beloved Northern Quarter in the morning, where Roary and myself trailed round forbidden planet looking for Final Fantasy XIII figurines and Cramps Vinyl.
On that same morning, we heard the great news that our new single Jitterbug had been playlisted by both H and M and Topshop, and our video was being screened on all Topshop big screens across europe... us trendy bastards.... so you can think of us as you peruse your holternecks or slip jam doughnuts into the pockets of skinny jeans.
That night, we played a wonderful show at our great friend and confident Marc's place - The Mothers Ruin in Bristol. He was typically brilliant company, as was Paddy <3 who kindly let us stay in his flat, and plied Rory with as much rum as his stomach full of 2 Trays of Chips, a chicken donner and a cheeseburger from the kebab shop could take.
Then taking the trip down to the Cellars in Portsmouth, where we met the lovely marie who looked after us for the next to days - and were introduced the the grotto-like wonder that is the Cellars Bar. As Evan went to hospital for a bit (he's fine honest) myself and rory took time to peruse the fine selection of ales, and met our lovely friend Nicole and her buddies who stayed with us for an intimate show - after which Evan rushed immiediately from the stage to the toilet, with Katie trying to cover his farty blushes.
And the first stretch of the tour ended in Guildford last night, where we had some bloody marvellous noodles and met the lovely fellows that were Lion O'Brien.
Brighton, London and Germany yet to come.........
Don't forget to download our single 'Jitterbug Re-Edit' on iTunes, amazon.co.uk or from www.nrone.co.uk
and see the video here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mn2T0WGezgk
Love, Fab xxx
We'd certainly be the first to say we're not the most organised band on earth, but we're all proud of how the show turned out - with the grandiose Cello of our good friend Kayleigh and the lovely Vagabond Trills backing us in Jitterbug, and with sporadic covers and segways rolled in - the show was definately one for us to remember, and hopefully you guys too. We were supported by the vocally unbelieveable Calum Duncan, who brought tears to my eyes repeatedly (the massive jerk) and who was backed superbly by Alex Hill, The Vagabond Trills - who we're all in love with - and the fantastic We Can't Dance, who I expect to see much more of in the future. Bloody Good Night.
Although.... health-wise, that was our peak....
Soon after leaving the comfort of my demolished bedroom in Norwich (another story) Evan started complaining of stomach pains and upon further inspection of his faeces (an Evan tradition), it was discovered he had rather nasty diorrhoea. This was a theme running through the series of gigs following, and i won't bore you with the frothy frothy details, but it's been damn exciting for us.
We had a great session for Marc Riley live on 6Music, which was interspersed with the wit of Stephen Merrit, trips to the cafe for Wi-Fi and shaking the hallowed palm of Noddy Holder...
Followed by a great show at the Night and Day Cafe in Manchester, with the wonderful Vagabond Trills. And a lovely return to our beloved Northern Quarter in the morning, where Roary and myself trailed round forbidden planet looking for Final Fantasy XIII figurines and Cramps Vinyl.
On that same morning, we heard the great news that our new single Jitterbug had been playlisted by both H and M and Topshop, and our video was being screened on all Topshop big screens across europe... us trendy bastards.... so you can think of us as you peruse your holternecks or slip jam doughnuts into the pockets of skinny jeans.
That night, we played a wonderful show at our great friend and confident Marc's place - The Mothers Ruin in Bristol. He was typically brilliant company, as was Paddy <3 who kindly let us stay in his flat, and plied Rory with as much rum as his stomach full of 2 Trays of Chips, a chicken donner and a cheeseburger from the kebab shop could take.
Then taking the trip down to the Cellars in Portsmouth, where we met the lovely marie who looked after us for the next to days - and were introduced the the grotto-like wonder that is the Cellars Bar. As Evan went to hospital for a bit (he's fine honest) myself and rory took time to peruse the fine selection of ales, and met our lovely friend Nicole and her buddies who stayed with us for an intimate show - after which Evan rushed immiediately from the stage to the toilet, with Katie trying to cover his farty blushes.
And the first stretch of the tour ended in Guildford last night, where we had some bloody marvellous noodles and met the lovely fellows that were Lion O'Brien.
Brighton, London and Germany yet to come.........
Don't forget to download our single 'Jitterbug Re-Edit' on iTunes, amazon.co.uk or from www.nrone.co.uk
and see the video here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mn2T0WGezgk
Love, Fab xxx
Monday, 15 March 2010
Jitterblog
Well, that's fairly suprising....
After assuming our blog had been deleted for some unknown reason - i return to find it intact again. And now Roary and Evan are armed with Blackberrys and such, we can return to our regular blog posting standard. Complete with videos and picture from our upcoming tour of the UK and Germany to support the release of our new single 'Jitterbug Re-Edit' - which is availiable to download now from iTunes and www.amazon.co.uk, and the video is here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mn2T0WGezgk
If you need any tour info... it is also here:
11th March - BBC Suffolk Introducing Live Session - 95.5 / 104.6 FM, 7pm
(Availiable on iPlayer)
12th March - BBC Norfolk Introducing Takeover - 95.1 FM, 7pm
14th March - BBC 6 Music Interview with Tom Robinson -
Online and Sky Channel 0120, Freeview 707 - 1am
15th March - Jitterbug Re-Edit is released on Download Only from iTunes and www.nrone.co.uk
17th March - Norwich Arts Centre Jitterbug Launch Gig (w/ We Can't Dance, The Vagabond Trills and Calum Duncan) - 8pm, Tickets availiable from www.ueaticketbookings.co.uk
18th March - BBC 6 Music Live Session with Mark Riley - Online and Sky Channel 0120, Freeview 707 - 7pm
18th March - Manchester Night and Day Cafe (w/ The Vagabond Trills) - 8pm
19th March - The Mothers Ruin, Bristol - FREE, 9pm (this will be mental, don't miss it!)
20th March - The Cellars in Eastney, Portsmouth - 8pm, Tickets from http://www.stiffpromotions.co.uk, with every advance sale recieving a copy of one of our previous singles on 7" Vinyl at the gig
21st March - The Boilerroom, Guildford - 8pm, Tickets from http://www.stiffpromotions.co.uk, with every advance sale recieving a copy of one of our previous singles on 7" Vinyl at the gig
23rd March - The Freebutt, Brighton - 8pm, Tickets from http://www.stiffpromotions.co.uk, with every advance sale recieving a copy of one of our previous singles on 7" Vinyl at the gig
24th March - 100 Club, Oxford Street, London (16+!) - Tickets availiable via email - Simply email the names and ages of people who want tickets, specifying this show, to: kabeedies@gmail.com
GERMAANNNNYYYYY!
26th March - Kopf Und Gebeine @ Indra, Hamburg
27th March - Sweat Club, Leipzig
29th March - Prinz Willy, Kiel
30th March - Bang Bang Club, Berlin
Sometimes i wonder if they give me enough kisses
Fab-Kabeedie xxxxx
After assuming our blog had been deleted for some unknown reason - i return to find it intact again. And now Roary and Evan are armed with Blackberrys and such, we can return to our regular blog posting standard. Complete with videos and picture from our upcoming tour of the UK and Germany to support the release of our new single 'Jitterbug Re-Edit' - which is availiable to download now from iTunes and www.amazon.co.uk, and the video is here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mn2T0WGezgk
If you need any tour info... it is also here:
11th March - BBC Suffolk Introducing Live Session - 95.5 / 104.6 FM, 7pm
(Availiable on iPlayer)
12th March - BBC Norfolk Introducing Takeover - 95.1 FM, 7pm
14th March - BBC 6 Music Interview with Tom Robinson -
Online and Sky Channel 0120, Freeview 707 - 1am
15th March - Jitterbug Re-Edit is released on Download Only from iTunes and www.nrone.co.uk
17th March - Norwich Arts Centre Jitterbug Launch Gig (w/ We Can't Dance, The Vagabond Trills and Calum Duncan) - 8pm, Tickets availiable from www.ueaticketbookings.co.uk
18th March - BBC 6 Music Live Session with Mark Riley - Online and Sky Channel 0120, Freeview 707 - 7pm
18th March - Manchester Night and Day Cafe (w/ The Vagabond Trills) - 8pm
19th March - The Mothers Ruin, Bristol - FREE, 9pm (this will be mental, don't miss it!)
20th March - The Cellars in Eastney, Portsmouth - 8pm, Tickets from http://www.stiffpromotions.co.uk, with every advance sale recieving a copy of one of our previous singles on 7" Vinyl at the gig
21st March - The Boilerroom, Guildford - 8pm, Tickets from http://www.stiffpromotions.co.uk, with every advance sale recieving a copy of one of our previous singles on 7" Vinyl at the gig
23rd March - The Freebutt, Brighton - 8pm, Tickets from http://www.stiffpromotions.co.uk, with every advance sale recieving a copy of one of our previous singles on 7" Vinyl at the gig
24th March - 100 Club, Oxford Street, London (16+!) - Tickets availiable via email - Simply email the names and ages of people who want tickets, specifying this show, to: kabeedies@gmail.com
GERMAANNNNYYYYY!
26th March - Kopf Und Gebeine @ Indra, Hamburg
27th March - Sweat Club, Leipzig
29th March - Prinz Willy, Kiel
30th March - Bang Bang Club, Berlin
Sometimes i wonder if they give me enough kisses
Fab-Kabeedie xxxxx
Sunday, 30 November 2008
The mayors of Jinglywinglytown
We were just getting into the swing of things on the road as we got to Cardiff, feeling a little run down...but the kind of run-down that makes you feel like.."hrmm, yeah...we must be doing something right to be this tired, or we're just real idiots".
Our Cardiff venue was siiiick. A place called Tommy's Bar on the Campus of the uni, where they were holding a few SWN festival dates. It was intimate, cheap and had a nicely challenging ITbox that we spent an hour or so on with a fellow from a radio station in Wales.
That night was personally my favourite of the line-ups we'd played on, first on were Lucky Delucci - who were kind of like a modern B-52's and real fun to listen to. Following them were Tim and Sam's Tim and The Sam Band with Tim and Sam... who were burrriillliiaaaiinnnttt
and used a squeeze box and everything.
After them was Swedish Pelle Carlberg who had a lovely song about the drummer from the smiths. Post-Pelle, we all bought a Tim and Sam band t-shirt and took to the stage as 'Tim and Sam's Tim and The Sam Band with Tim and Sam's Tribute Band (with Tim and Sam)'
really nice crowd reception that night. And lovely lass from The School/Loose Promotions put us up at hers for the night.
After a lovely morning in Cardiff, we shot down a nice road i forget the number of.
It was definately nice though.
We got to London early and had a wee bite to eat in Hoxton square while i tried to work up the courage to ask a lady in a sandwich shop to marry me. After the ceremony, we discovered that our venue had been moved at very late notice...
Downstairs from The Motherbar (on old street, shoreditch) to the 333. The 333 was a bit of a rave cave, and when we arrived there were shitloads of feathers everywhere. Us and 'Python Lost' were greeted by a strange fellow who said 'well there's 9 of you, you should have cleaned this all up by now!'. The whole thing was a bit of a joke. Nobody knew what they were doing. The PA wasn't switched on, and soundchecking took us about an hour per band. Feeling horribly sorry for the promoter (Nick From YellowBlack) who was great, we played as best we could and scurried back to Norwich to prepare for the weekend. Thanks to everyone who came to see us (notably David Gray, Asim and Nick Jensen) and sorry for the conditions and the price of bloody booze...
After returning to our beloved beds in Norwich... we learned early in the morning that Katie's illness (that we'd all been having throughout) has escalated to the point her head had fallen off. Unable to find any pritt stick, sadly we had to cancel our last 2 dates in Bradford and Shrewsbury...which was bloody annoying as we were mega looking forward to both. We'll be back with you both soon though.
Thus concludes our tour adventure man
Look our for mine and rory's characters on puzzle pirates by the way, we can trade bandanas and eye patches
xxxxxxx Love, Fab-Kabeedie
Our Cardiff venue was siiiick. A place called Tommy's Bar on the Campus of the uni, where they were holding a few SWN festival dates. It was intimate, cheap and had a nicely challenging ITbox that we spent an hour or so on with a fellow from a radio station in Wales.
That night was personally my favourite of the line-ups we'd played on, first on were Lucky Delucci - who were kind of like a modern B-52's and real fun to listen to. Following them were Tim and Sam's Tim and The Sam Band with Tim and Sam... who were burrriillliiaaaiinnnttt
and used a squeeze box and everything.
After them was Swedish Pelle Carlberg who had a lovely song about the drummer from the smiths. Post-Pelle, we all bought a Tim and Sam band t-shirt and took to the stage as 'Tim and Sam's Tim and The Sam Band with Tim and Sam's Tribute Band (with Tim and Sam)'
really nice crowd reception that night. And lovely lass from The School/Loose Promotions put us up at hers for the night.
After a lovely morning in Cardiff, we shot down a nice road i forget the number of.
It was definately nice though.
We got to London early and had a wee bite to eat in Hoxton square while i tried to work up the courage to ask a lady in a sandwich shop to marry me. After the ceremony, we discovered that our venue had been moved at very late notice...
Downstairs from The Motherbar (on old street, shoreditch) to the 333. The 333 was a bit of a rave cave, and when we arrived there were shitloads of feathers everywhere. Us and 'Python Lost' were greeted by a strange fellow who said 'well there's 9 of you, you should have cleaned this all up by now!'. The whole thing was a bit of a joke. Nobody knew what they were doing. The PA wasn't switched on, and soundchecking took us about an hour per band. Feeling horribly sorry for the promoter (Nick From YellowBlack) who was great, we played as best we could and scurried back to Norwich to prepare for the weekend. Thanks to everyone who came to see us (notably David Gray, Asim and Nick Jensen) and sorry for the conditions and the price of bloody booze...
After returning to our beloved beds in Norwich... we learned early in the morning that Katie's illness (that we'd all been having throughout) has escalated to the point her head had fallen off. Unable to find any pritt stick, sadly we had to cancel our last 2 dates in Bradford and Shrewsbury...which was bloody annoying as we were mega looking forward to both. We'll be back with you both soon though.
Thus concludes our tour adventure man
Look our for mine and rory's characters on puzzle pirates by the way, we can trade bandanas and eye patches
xxxxxxx Love, Fab-Kabeedie
Saturday, 8 November 2008
Planemen
After a weekend consisting of Me getting a job at the Birdcage pub (SWEEET), regularly frequenting franks bar for tea and getting mad at Next Big Thing Results - we headed off on a series of the most gigs we'd ever done consecutively...
Grabbing a quick hello/goodbye with miss Caity and miss Nell, having returned from an expedition to London (probably looking for gold as they often do), we clambered into David Gray's 'Poolmobile' and made the 2 hour journey down to Chelmsford. Which was amazingly groovy, we played for Bitterscene at a Jazz club..thing. Which, apart from low ceilings which shaved Evan's scalp, was bloody cool and we had a swell time. BUT YOU'LL NEVER SELL ICE CREAM AT THAT HEIGHT PLANEMEN...
Next day was a pre-halloween bash for Purrrrrr @ Moles Club. Katie supplied the make-up, and as i had already donned my T'ai Chi uniform... i was given a curly moustache and named 'The Ghostly Chinese Chef'... Petrifying. Evan got a classic Joker.. Katie looked orange for some reason... and Rory was the homo-erotic demon clown. We settled in to play with our new Sailor Jerry's dice pre-gig...and then went off to learn a dance routine with the first band on 'Lego Castles'.
They played a cracking set of indie sweetness, and we joined them for a line-dance at the front of the stage just before their last number.
Some dude tried to get off with me and we were away!
Up north we head... in Craig's Mazda.. enjoying each others company and the fine breeze induced fun of the Candy King Bag Ventilation Game. And singing along to spoof Los Campesinos lyrics that me and rory came up with...
"If you catch me, watching the bill
and having a wank over D.I McGill"
Classy
To the Halloween City of Manchester!
Home Craig and Don't Spare the Horses....
We arrived at our Hostel at 3am on Friday morning having driven straight from Bath. Creeping into a room with 3 other people in it, and at 5am Katie woke up with a start...as she thought an innocent cough from Rory was one of the other guests shooting her in the face...
After a nice morning in Manchester, we walked the 10 yards from our hostel to the sweeet Koffee Pot - where we were met by everyone from Same Teens Mancheser, who we were playing a special Halloween Acoustic Gig for. They put on a bloody wonderful spread including spooky bangers and mash... and pumpkins and lollies and AXE'S and such. Thanks to everyone who came and especially to Eden and Holly who'd come quite a way and made a kabeedies bag and everything <3
We then scooted across to the night and day, and had a wonderful evening there playing to a room full of jilted brides and bloody businessmen... =D
After a hot night in the hostel, in which me and katie got up at 4am to go look for booze out in manchester 'til about 6.... when she decided she really wanted some sushi... we drove to Wakefield to play at the Escobar.
We met some really swell dudes in there, who got our Ukelele for their enthusiastic noises =D
then back to Leeds HQ Before heading East to the Adelphi in Hull....but not before a snooker tournament.... in which papa craig wiped the floor and rory lost all 3 matches on the black. PWNED
Heading for Birmingham, to a late notice show we'd planned in between Hull and Cardiff (Geographical genius from Craig), we met up with Kid Canaveral who we'd played with the night before in Hull. Bloody good they were too, and we swapped Vinyls and stories of how great Edinburgh is.
Birmingham was veee gus fun.
We were treated to a lurverrlly meal by the promoter, and Evan felt very close to his brummy roots in Stourbridge. Rory and myself were acosted by a drunken young lady outside the venue, who told us she saved childrens lives on a daily basis.. and asked us unsettlingly personal questions.. which we duly answered with glee and dedicated a song to her. Having met a great dude called Chris and his friends, we wandered off with Craig back to a swanky hotel he'd somehow managed to afford...
Enjoying a disgustingly expensive drink in a lovely bar, and katie and rory indulging their decadent sides by ordering a pizza to the room were just a few highlights. My personal favourite was wrestling evan in our room for an hour (at about 3am) much to everyone's arousal. Craig was pissed. it was brilliant.
Feeling slightly sore after wrestling through the night (evan has a mean dropkick, and my many years in school pretending to be Grand Master Franny from WWF seemed to help me very little) we drove across the Severn bridge into Evan's homeland of Wales.
Grabbing a quick hello/goodbye with miss Caity and miss Nell, having returned from an expedition to London (probably looking for gold as they often do), we clambered into David Gray's 'Poolmobile' and made the 2 hour journey down to Chelmsford. Which was amazingly groovy, we played for Bitterscene at a Jazz club..thing. Which, apart from low ceilings which shaved Evan's scalp, was bloody cool and we had a swell time. BUT YOU'LL NEVER SELL ICE CREAM AT THAT HEIGHT PLANEMEN...
Next day was a pre-halloween bash for Purrrrrr @ Moles Club. Katie supplied the make-up, and as i had already donned my T'ai Chi uniform... i was given a curly moustache and named 'The Ghostly Chinese Chef'... Petrifying. Evan got a classic Joker.. Katie looked orange for some reason... and Rory was the homo-erotic demon clown. We settled in to play with our new Sailor Jerry's dice pre-gig...and then went off to learn a dance routine with the first band on 'Lego Castles'.
They played a cracking set of indie sweetness, and we joined them for a line-dance at the front of the stage just before their last number.
Some dude tried to get off with me and we were away!
Up north we head... in Craig's Mazda.. enjoying each others company and the fine breeze induced fun of the Candy King Bag Ventilation Game. And singing along to spoof Los Campesinos lyrics that me and rory came up with...
"If you catch me, watching the bill
and having a wank over D.I McGill"
Classy
To the Halloween City of Manchester!
Home Craig and Don't Spare the Horses....
We arrived at our Hostel at 3am on Friday morning having driven straight from Bath. Creeping into a room with 3 other people in it, and at 5am Katie woke up with a start...as she thought an innocent cough from Rory was one of the other guests shooting her in the face...
After a nice morning in Manchester, we walked the 10 yards from our hostel to the sweeet Koffee Pot - where we were met by everyone from Same Teens Mancheser, who we were playing a special Halloween Acoustic Gig for. They put on a bloody wonderful spread including spooky bangers and mash... and pumpkins and lollies and AXE'S and such. Thanks to everyone who came and especially to Eden and Holly who'd come quite a way and made a kabeedies bag and everything <3
We then scooted across to the night and day, and had a wonderful evening there playing to a room full of jilted brides and bloody businessmen... =D
After a hot night in the hostel, in which me and katie got up at 4am to go look for booze out in manchester 'til about 6.... when she decided she really wanted some sushi... we drove to Wakefield to play at the Escobar.
We met some really swell dudes in there, who got our Ukelele for their enthusiastic noises =D
then back to Leeds HQ Before heading East to the Adelphi in Hull....but not before a snooker tournament.... in which papa craig wiped the floor and rory lost all 3 matches on the black. PWNED
Heading for Birmingham, to a late notice show we'd planned in between Hull and Cardiff (Geographical genius from Craig), we met up with Kid Canaveral who we'd played with the night before in Hull. Bloody good they were too, and we swapped Vinyls and stories of how great Edinburgh is.
Birmingham was veee gus fun.
We were treated to a lurverrlly meal by the promoter, and Evan felt very close to his brummy roots in Stourbridge. Rory and myself were acosted by a drunken young lady outside the venue, who told us she saved childrens lives on a daily basis.. and asked us unsettlingly personal questions.. which we duly answered with glee and dedicated a song to her. Having met a great dude called Chris and his friends, we wandered off with Craig back to a swanky hotel he'd somehow managed to afford...
Enjoying a disgustingly expensive drink in a lovely bar, and katie and rory indulging their decadent sides by ordering a pizza to the room were just a few highlights. My personal favourite was wrestling evan in our room for an hour (at about 3am) much to everyone's arousal. Craig was pissed. it was brilliant.
Feeling slightly sore after wrestling through the night (evan has a mean dropkick, and my many years in school pretending to be Grand Master Franny from WWF seemed to help me very little) we drove across the Severn bridge into Evan's homeland of Wales.
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