The Life and Times of The District Club
Starring
Mike Davies : Web Journalist , Co - founder , Sound Engineer , Musician, District DJ , Guinness critic, first to arrive and last to leave. Tantrum thrower in chief.
Nicky Elsmore : Organiser, band booker, co-founder, apparently the brains of the operation. Has an aversion to getting his round in.
Co - Starring:
Gaynor Price: The public face of the organisation. Mysterious temptress. Likes to fall down stairs on a regular basis and gives up smoking every week. Doesn't like kissing with tongues.
Dai Wells : The technically challenged relief DJ. The UK's number one Dr Who fan and plays the drums like he's building a shed. Dances like he's soiled himself (which he quite possibly has).
Daemon: Apprentice soundman and Dai Wells's generously hirsute rival for the control of the decks. Likely to play the most obscure tracks imaginable over the PA which thankfully keeps Dai off the dancefloor.
First of all thanks to everyone that contributed to last week's blog, especially Brian Jones who suceeded in making himself look a complete idiot (or possibly the world's worst wind-up artist). I expect he'll be first in line for The Troubleshooter's big Xmas gig at The District in place of Racing Cars.
We knew very little about Shifting Gear until they arrived at the club on Friday night. Although they tried very hard to be nonchalant about the facilities that we have at the club it soon became obvious that they were not used to playing on a stage as big as ours and were in awe of the PA and new monitoring system that's in place. After their soundcheck we had time for a quick chat with the band and it turned out that we were lucky to have their lead singer with us at all. Earlier that day he'd been the passenger on a bus that had been involved in quite a serious crash somewhere in Cross Keys. Apart from having developed a very worrying facial tick, he'd thankfully managed to escape virtually unscathed.
The band's performance passed off in an inoffensive haze. They certainly weren't the best band that have ever graced the District stage, but they definitely weren't the worst. The lead guitarist appears to have an unhealthy Hank Marvin obsession persisting as he did for most of the night with a clean sound , dripping in reverb. Neither did the lead singer have a particularly powerful voice but to be fair he was in tune for most of the night and they even managed to coax a few people onto the dancefloor in the end. The bass and drums chugged away adequately in the background all night through a selection of classic and original rock tracks and to be fair the band were given a pretty good reception at the end of their performance.
On a personal note, I managed to wake up on Saturday morning with what I'm told is called a "hangover". Since making the change from lager to Guinness a few years ago hangovers have largely become a thing of the past for me. The worst side-effects I usually get after a Friday night is a bad taste in my mouth and a feeling of lethargy. I felt decidedly rough on Saturday morning and couldn't even manage a piece of toast or cup of coffee until well after lunchtime. Must have been a bad pint. 