I was out with one of my mates on Friday after work, when I got a call from my brother to say he had a spare ticket to see Snow Patrol with backstage passes. I’m not a fan of Snow Patrol but I think they have a couple of good songs which always sound good at festivals. So, with the prospect of either visiting the same bars we always end up going to, or a chance to go to a gig and then bear witness to all kinds of debauchery backstage I opted to go along to see them.
We’d already missed 2/3 songs by the time we got in there (how strange, as I write this now Snow Patrol have just come on the radio *starts x-files music*). Anyway, the gig itself was alright, not really my thing though. As I said before, they’ve had one or two good songs which sound great at a festival and all the others just follow the same pattern. It doesn’t make me want to pick up a guitar and want to become a rock star.
“Middle of the road dirge, music for deaf people” was my damning review on coming out. I’m sure Snow Patrol themselves will be devastated to hear my conclusion. In fact I’m sure they are smashing up their instruments as I finish this sentence.
Waiting to go backstage (we had to wait about 20 minutes “for them to have a shower”), we all got a bit bored and considered leaving “because it’s not exactly the Prodigy or Oasis is it?”. But, we still had visions of beer, drugs and girls all over the place so we stuck it out. Once we were led through, I seriously doubt we’d have to pass more security to get to see Barack Obama.
This is the bit were I would love to regale you of a night of debauchery, tell you that it was exactly what you’d imagine backstage would be like. Loads of beer and spirits, the band and crew doing coke off tables, girls falling over themselves to sit with the band. What we actually got, was barely enough alcohol to go around the 30 or so people in the room….and someones massive birthday cake. It was like we’d walked into a kids party, not backstage after a band had just played to 10,000 people. We had to settle for a bottle of cider each which was downed in about 5 minutes and then we left. It most definitely was not The Prodigy or Oasis et al. We didn’t even offer a “good gig” comment to any of the band (the guitarist seems to take himself far to seriously). How’s that for rock and roll!
We proceeded to put Snow Patrol to shame and didn’t get to bed until 7am Saturday. Upon waking, the only sensible option was to go out again, so we continued on through a drunken haze until I, literally, lost the ability of speech about 8pm on Saturday. I was promptly sent home. I know, I’m proud of myself too.
Tonight it’s The Killers in Manchester. We’re in one of them hospitality box things where we are 99% certain there is a free bar to abuse.
I’m sure I’ll do myself proud again.