Yesterday, Plinth played a gig. It was the Nottingham heat of a nationwide university battle of the bands event called 'Rock Idols'. Our set went quite well despite my own poor performance. We played all the tunes a bit fast which sort of helped us to gel a bit better. We also played two new songs, one of which is essentially the same simple chord sequence over and over that I just could not get right no matter what. It was like getting the words wrong to Humpty Dumpty but louder. As it turns out it can't have sounded that bad because somehow the judges decided that we were one of the better bands on the night and Plinth are through to the second round.
I am slightly amazed that we got through and not just because of my mistakes or the (not inaccurate) perception that Plinth are bed-wetting indie shit. There were several moments in the evening that made me think we were gonna have a bad night.
The first of these was our singer Nick spilling his coke all over himself. It was a moment of some skill because everyone was sat down, no one was moving around the room and there were no obstacles to his coke. I didn't even need to jog him. He was clearly too excited and the prospect of a sip of a caffeinated beverage just spazzed him out. I feel slightly guilty in that I just sat there and laughed at him rather than helping him out but in fairness I was not the only one - which obviously makes it okay - and it was really really funny. In the way that farts are always funny. And the crotch area of his trousers was wet which is also always funny. Because the wetness implies a lack of bladder control. And from thence the humour arose.
The next was our interview with the Rock Idols people. Obviously Nick would be saying the most as he is the singer, songwriter and has a reputation for talking utter bollocks with ease. I wasn't planning on saying anything but I decided to offset his bedwetting indie-ness by chipping in with my humourous comments. I decided to contradict everything that Nick said and appear arrogant and twat-like at every single opportunity (and from thence the humour would arise). Although to be honest it was not that funny, I was just (james) blunt and rude. In a way, I'd like to make the distinction that I was deliberately trying to be twat and therefore if I come across as a twat in the video then I can consider my act successful, unlike other twats being interviewed who are just inherently twatlike. But to be fair, I found it didn't really take much effort to be a twat. I should have just made fart noises.
I left the gig early as I had to be at work - to be able to write my blog funnily enough - the next day. However, more important than work was the continuation of my Football Manager season and to be honest, I left early so I could get through a crunch part of the season before I went to bed. My Spurs team were showing league-winning form although it was very tight between us and Chelsea and Man Utd with only 2 points separating the three teams. We beat Arsenal and they sacked Arsene Wenger afterwards. This disappointed me as I was now unable to use the 'manager comment' facility to gloat about our victory. The next game had a cruel twist. We were totally caning Bolton but only 1-0 up thanks to a rather flukey free kick and some ridiculous goalkeeping. It was approaching the 90th minute when my phone rang - it was Nick excitedly telling me we were through. But just at that exact moment, Bolton equalised. I was not happy - this probably spelt the end of Tottenham's title ambitions for the season and I blame this entirely on Nick.
Bastard.
