... sat in a local pub listening to swing jazz attempting to recover from a less than successful weekend while old couples threw themselves bodily around the dancefloor which had, only the night before, been covered with meathead scallies sweating and groaping their way to either an early grave via a & e or back to a girls house, we discussed the atrocious nature of local music. and the appauling series of events which our friends had suddenly set upon us and had sent us both on a rather depressing spiral of self-pity. if we're not mistaken the conversation that sparked this monolithic concept went something like this...
its not meant to be like this. i have no idea where its going to go.
no its not, but something will happen to change it all. you'll see.
what could possibly happen to change all this piss, and shit, and stagnation?
i dont know. but something's gotta give. soon.
... sat in a more local pub that evening listening to some drunkards idea of acceptable music (oasis, a full album worths for fuck sake!) while bearded men ordered pints of unidentifiable syrup and the dog in the corner attempted to stare us out withot any real conviction. a mock flyer was handed between us across the ash strwen table. the top read "somethings gotta give" and underneath simple "anything goes" follow by a date, time, and location...
... stood in a sheltered fire escape ironically smoking out of nerves and adrenaline. just before midnight a month later we discussed the success of the idea. the fact we've just filled the venue more than any other night. and the over riding idea that at the end of the day its all "just music"...
