chumbawamba uk tour diary - march 2008
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Hebden Bridge
Well if you're going to debut half a dozen tracks from your
new album all at once, then Hebden Bridge Trades Club
isn't a bad place to do it. The audience in the Totnes of the
North were a) numerous b) in a good mood and c) on our
side. Together we rode the emotional rollercoaster of the
new songs, the (fewer than expected) lyrical cock-ups and
the first night unintentional vibrato. So, to all of you who
were there, thank you!
St Albans, Norwich...(Jude)
Norwich - not the saucy acronym, the town. Arts Centre tobe precise. Onstage in 45 minutes. Probably ought to be
mentally preparing for tonight's onsluaght. St Albans was
fabulous - a lovely gig. About as different from Hebden
Bridge as it gets. Offstage before our onstage Hebden
Bridge time. Stayed in a lovely ramashckle old pub with
serious Real Ale people much in evidence. We had a jar ortwo for politeness' sake. A morning's pottering, managed
to take in the cathedral and buy a pair of funky ankle
boots, then onto Norwich where we were met by a brief
flurry of snowfall. It's wiild out east, you know. Tonight we
are in a converted church with beautiful swooshy
acoustics to cover the words we still haven't learnt. Okay,
time to apply eyeshadow now. Will try and persuade Boff
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to write something later.
St Albans, Norwich...(Boff)
St Albans... again, sort of. So anyway we get there and me
and Phil spend twenty minutes looking for the Arts Centre.
Phil insists on asking directions from every second person,
bounding up to them like an over-enthusiastic kangarooand licking their faces. It's in the second floor of the
shopping centre, of course. Just past the TK Max. Cosy as
your grandma's armchair, too, it is. Proper theatre set-up:
backstage mirrors and ironing board (rocknroll venues
don't have ironing boards), "just set up your merchandise
stall on top of the grand piano love."
And a very good gig it is too, though in these surroundings
I should call it a show rather than a gig. "Two minutes Mr
Smith!" There's some incredibly polite heckling from the
lone scientist in the audience he musters up a grunt
when we roll into a version of the Charles Darwinsingalong 'Charlie' and a smattering of forgotten lyrics
along the way, before we head to the Lower Red Lion,
where the bar stays open long enough for it to resemble
the scene in 'Withnail and I' where our heroes attempt to
buy a dead fish from the poacher. We're not from London,
indeed. St Albans is revealed next morning to be quainter
than quaint, huge church full of stone martyrs and a
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demonstration of original Roman under-floor heating in the
park. Jude ignores this and runs off to buy some crazy
weird shoes (yes, she's already told you about the crazy
shoes) that clatter along corridors and announce her
arrival. And so to Norwich!
Frome
When in Frome what at first appears quaint and
picturesque turns out to be the setting for a low-budget
village melodrama, with a cast of idiots running rings
around the funny outsiders from the North. Cobbled
streets, model shops and one caf (shut), gangs of well-
brought-up youths wheeling around on bmx andskateboards, filling up every corner of the big car park
which acts as the town's centre.
The show is in a barn of a place which somehow is
warmed up and cosied by the time we play. People don't
heckle, they just talk loudly and cackle at mobile phonegames. Strange gig, really. We're getting the hang of all
the new songs and most of us can now play without a
paper pyramid of lyrics and notes at our feet, and Jude's
new trumpet looks set to weather the storm, beautiful as it
is. Myself, I'm enjoying singing 'I Wish That They'd Sack
Me', it's better live than on the album and has more
poignancy what with realizing that yes, this is what we do
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for a living, and on a cold Tuesday in Frome you can't help
acknowledging that everyone in the audience will be up at
7 or 8 on Wednesday to go to work. 'Charlie' is a bit of a
rouser live, too; who imagined you could sing a little
stomper about a scientist with a big beard.
Strange pockets of audience aside, the battle is eventually
won and it's great to think that sometimes we have to
work hard to make this Chumbawamba thing work, it's not
just going through the motions. So back to the Travelodge
for the daily routine of orgy/drunkenness/room-trashing,
before collapsing in a heap in a pool of my own vomit. Or,
in fact, back to the Travelodge for a good night's sleep.
Norwich (again)
Did we miss out Norwich? Oh how rude. Proper arts centre,
there seems to be a rule of thumb which says that Arts
centres must be situated in converted churches. This is
not a bad use of old churches that nobody goes to
anymore, if you ask me. You get all the architecturalbeauty, the cascading light and lovely weathered stone,
without the drafty old pews and a balding bloke at the
front droning on about Psalms and Good Works.
This particular arts centre ex-church has a gravestone slab
making up part of the floor in the concert room. Let's hope
we woke the bugger up. Great audience, great gig, we
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have a good chat with everybody from the stage (and
throw a few songs in too). I kick over Jude's new trumpet
by mistake and dip my own tie in my drink by accident.
Rock n Roll! Chat with some local music students before
the gig, realising that we've been going as a band since
before they were born. Eek. Since we're obviously old and
wise they bring us a bottle of wine and some biscuits,
fantastic, if everyone in the audience brought us wine and
biscuits we'd be as drunk and fat as all those old gits in
the House of Lords by the end of this tour. As I say, great
audience and great gig. And an ensemble mass singsong
of eBay which was almost entirely in tune; with harmony
parts too... what else can I add other than Nickers Off
Ready When I Come Home?
Winchester
An argument that pops up with increasing regularity in this
band is about our contribution to global warming. There
are different opinions about what we can or should do
about it, flying around to play gigs and driving up anddown motorways Lou's pretty strict on when and where
we should play concerts which involve taking planes, I'm
of the opinion that what we do (especially since what
we're trying to do contributes to an understanding of
politics/war/inequality etc) warrants us gathering up our
stuff and jetting off to Canada/Russia/Germany or
wherever.
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I'm saying this because we were reading in the paper this
morning about Prince Charles' current 11-day cruise which
will apparently leave a carbon footprint equivalent to 260
Transatlantic flights. I reckon that in a sense we 're being
duped, 'we' being this loose but massive community of
people who want to do something about war, inequality,
ecology etc. duped into thinking that the focus of the
global warming problem is ourselves, not the
multinationals and governments and armies. I say duped
because I reckon the Prince Charles cruise farce is
replayed around the country (and the world) all the time
without us recognising it why do I make the effort to
switch off the water tap while brushing my teeth when I
know that the British Army is flying bombers, jets and
helicopters around the world in order to continue the
charade of a 'war against terrorism'? What's the point of
Chumbawamba discussing the additional carbon footprint
of using a separate vehicle for a gig when government
ministers, rock stars and other assorted wealthy idiots live
lifestyles of absolute waste? And why is the focus on
working class people going on holiday to Spain as opposed
to the American Air Force flying prisoners around the
world to interrogate and torture them?and this is what
I'm thinking as we pull up in the quaint and bustling
cathedral city of Winchester.
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The main shopping centre is much the same as shopping
centres across the country. On the look-out for blank CD's
to make a compilation of music for the gigs (that's our
selection you listen to when you get to the gig) I head to
HMV and end up with DVD's of West Side Story and the Joe
Strummer film, Series 2 of Whatever Happened to the
Likely Lads, Lindsay Anderson's 'If', and a pack of blank
CD's which my laptop refuses to recognize. Ha! Serves me
right. The gig is in a place called The Tower, which, despite
a campaign to keep it open, is closing down soon. Pity.
Because it's a lovely place where the workers are brilliant,
the gig room is great and the audience friendly and warm.
I don't mean warm to the touch; I don't touch them. That
would be going too far. Well, Jude says it is anyway.*
But after the strangeness of the Frome show this is just
what we wanted. So we stick a couple more songs in, not
least because the bloke with the Mohican and the New
Model Army shirt was there at Frome and we don't want
him getting bored, poor lad. See, if you get to more than
one show we'll crank out all the songs we don't really
know how to play so as not to appear repetitive. Finishing
with 'Her Majesty' is apt right now, not only because of the
Charles stuff mentioned above but also because of Prince
Harry's sudden (yet so-well prepared and PR'd) deification.
Harry For King! Screams the Mail. Hmmm. Instead of
writing this I should be trying to write a new verse for the
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song to give the tough, heroic and tousle-haired Harry a
moment in the spotlight. As if 17 pages in one edition of
The Sun wasn't enough.
Another Travelodge tonight, this time on a dual
carriageway. Shouldn't we be in Winchester partying the
night away with fellow rock stars and a gang of people
we've picked up along the way? That must have been a
previous life. Instead I finish the book (I say 'the book'
because it's a book we're all reading and passing on) and
fall asleep listening to Rachel Unthank on an iPod.
*After the show tonight, me and Jude are interviewed for
Rock n Reel magazine. The interviewer politely adds at the
end of our talk that "well, that was a nice chat, and Jude
you're not as scary as I thought you might be after all."
It's the new boots, obviously.
Swansea
Pick me up and transport me back in time to a good old-
fashioned rock venue, where everything is painted black
and is covered in a thin patina of stickiness. We have to
take care not to stand still for too long in one spot. Luckily,
it's cold enough to see your breath so we're all doing a
sort of weird hopping dance with our coats on. Touring is
nothing if not diverse - one night you're in an Arts Centre
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with an audience so well-behaved you can hear a pin drop,
and the next you're in rock'n'roll land battling against the
chat from the bar. Tonight's is a one-set affair so
everything's in a different order, which keeps us on our
toes. As does the temperature. Lou keeps trying to leave
the heater on in the dressing room, but self-appointed
Safety Officer Phil is having none of it.
It's not the first dressing room of the tour with drawings of
male genitalia on the walls (that was Frome) but it is an
increasingly rare occurence on our travels these days. The
people from the venue are all lovely and obligingly put
tables and chairs out for us and remove the barriers at the
front of the stage that keep the mosh pit at arm's length.
The audience are all pretty friendly too - although you do
start to wonder when someone says "Are you Alice?" and
then tells you about spending 6 months up a tree in
Romford. When we play Her Majesty at the end of the
night, we're delighted to find out that Her Majesty is in
fact coming to Swansea the very next day - to open a
Leisure Centre. So very serendipitous! We're out of our
B&B by nine as the van's on a meter and head off back
across the border to Warwick, of which more later ....
Warwick Arts Centre
Warwick Arts Centre is the much-needed antidote to the
Swansea show. It's a very plush theatre, everything
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sounds wonderful, there's free internet access and
unlimited Fairtrade tea and coffee. And we're not afraid of
sticking to any surfaces. It's also sunny, and we've been
booked into the plushest hotel so far on the tour. So
where's the catch ... maybe nobody will turn up and we'll
be playing in a lovely plush theatre where everything
sounds wonderful to an audience of twenty-five. This did
happen to us not so long ago in Dublin, and it was
excrutiating.
Universities have changed a lot since my day, I can tell
you - there are mere children driving posh cars as far as
the eye can see and not a sit-down protest in sight. The
Arts Centre is the part of Warwick University that is open
to the public - and it is quite amazing: two theatres, a
gallery, a restaurant, and a fantastic cd and dvd shop
where we all spend a fortune on stuff that'll take up more
precious space in the van. What with that and Alaric's
Avengers Dolls, not to mention Phil's portable bar and my
extra trumpet we've barely room to squeeze ourselves in.
Anyway, the gig was great - plenty of people came, and
clapped politely at all the right points and generally did
what was expected of them in a civilised fashion. We were
finished early enough to be back in our hotel in time for
last orders at the bar before retiring to bed at a
reasonable hour. It does get a bit bubble-like being on tour
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despite our best efforts to keep abreast of world events. I
listen to Radio 4 as much as possible (and not just for the
Archers, although Friday's episode was a humdinger - Phi
land I listened on his mobile phone in the dressing room.
Alaric came in and thought we were excited about stuff
that was happening to real people) and the quality dailies
are not in short supply in the van. We even read bits out to
each other sometimes. But even so, our general
awareness of life outside the immediate concerns of ticket
sales, hotels, distance to the next venue and the next
motorway services stop just tends to shrink and that's why
I've run out of stuff to say ... and it's teatime.
Bury - the dilemma of the gig in striking distance of
home
It all goes swimmingly - lovely venue, lovely audience,
including some friends to catch up with afterwards (and
some people who think theyre our best mates but are
actually just a little bit the worse for wear), and lovely
giant-killing FA cup triumph by Barnsley before the show.What could possibly go wrong?
We had discussed the issue of whether to stay in Bury or
go home after the show before the tour started and opted
to stay away. Its tricky - the pull of your own bed (not to
mention wives, girlfriends and children) is a strong one but
sometimes is more disruptive than relaxing and breaks the
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momentum of being on tour however rocknroll and
clichd that may sound. So we set off for our Travelodge
secure in the knowledge wed made a decision we were all
happy with.
It all started to unravel when we discovered that our
rooms were actually booked for the following night at the
Travelodge. Undaunted, and relieved to only be an hour
away from home, we re-packed the van and set off for
Leeds. Just after wed negotiated the ridiculous slew of
speed bumps that run through Tong village, the exhaust
fell off. Cue Alaric heroically tying the whole thing back up
with some string magically produced by Phil (hes that sort
of boy) and the van limping rather noisily home. Never a
dull moment!
Barnsley
Playing in Barnsley the day after the football team's giant-
killing exploits is like entering the Little Big Horn after
Custer had been roundly thrashed. Well, sort of. All thelocal talk is of hangovers and sleep-ins... but not up at the
gig, where the organisers make a real effort to make us
welcome and Alaric can't understand a word they're
saying. Thatcher is out of hospital and given the all-clear
this morning, which dampens the party a little. We get
letters you know when we say things like that.
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There are some around who still refuse to listen to us on
principle - the principle being that the bucket of water
thrown over the Deputy Prime Minister was an act of
violence. Which argument doesn't sit too well with
Prescott's enthusiastic support of the murderous and
bloody stupid war we're involved in right now. See,
Thatcher doesn't exist as a person anymore, and to a
certain extent she barely ever did since the mid-eighties.
She became an icon and a symbol for ruthless dealings
with working communities, pig-headed ignorance of
poverty, a slavish support of the rich and a cruel war-
monger. (Just a few of her qualities). And it's the icon that
is ready to pop its clogs, not the person - the person is a
frail old woman, sick and powerless. The icon however can
be a very powerful thing - look at the iconic (and dead)
Elvis, Jim Morrison, Princess Di etc. As Colonel Tom Parker
said about Elvis after his death - "He's worth more to me
now than he was when he was alive."
Oh I know, we're heartless. But really, I can't stand this
sanctimonious reverence for a woman who filled a decade
of my life with images of war, violent coppers and
unemployment. I mean, I could have spent my time
listening to Wham! and Spandau Ballet! So yes, Barnsley.
See, there wouldn't be any mourning going on around
these parts. Lovely little theatre, great audience, Ray
Hearne supported and was fantastic. Lovely bloke with
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great songs and a real way with words. Check him out if
you haven't already. Home to Leeds for a brief dip into
reality before we set off again in a day or two...
Leeds, Two Days off
On a tour theres an effortless routine which sets in, a
pattern of how things work, a humdrum regularity whichyou fill up with writing and reading and eating, but which
always fits in with the prescribed daily system breakfast,
leave, drive, motorway, arrive, soundcheck, eat, gig. And
inbetween, theres all the books and laptops and dashes
to the chemist and worrying about the guestlist and
meeting friends and losing your scarf and re-setting theSat Nav and dashes to the pub and watching the football
and re-writing lyrics and changing the strings on your
guitar and buying new boots and dashes to the fruit
shop
So being at home in Leeds for a couple of days is strangeand disorientating. Oh yes, back to the real world. Taking
my daughter to school, watching CBBC in the morning.
The real stuff of life. Not the wary, pensive theatre of
showtime but the reality of queuing up at Whingate Stores
with a two-litre bottle of milk and a pack of four toilet rolls.
I dont yearn for life on the road. I love it, but I dont miss
it when its not there. Ouch, Im so lucky. Two days at
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home, and then to Wolverhampton. Hey!
Wolverhampton
Weve played in Wolverhampton a million times. We love it
here. The people are lovely and the gigs are always great.
What can I say? My team Burnley FC had an ongoing duel
with Wolverhampton Wanderers about fifteen years ago.
We seemed to play each other every other week. And wemet in a Wembley final, which was famously attended by
about 35,000 people from Burnley and 45,000 from
Wolverhampton Wembleys biggest attendance for some
time, including international matches. And on the
motorway on the way down to London, stuck in traffic, the
Wolves fans and the Burnley fans mingled and laughedand joked and hugged and cemented my belief that
football could be about love and peace and harmony and
lots of other words not normally associated with football.
So tonight in Wolverhampton its great to play to an
audience that sings along and laughs and understandswhat were on about. And being the home of Noddy Holder
and Roy Wood its only fitting that Jude is required to show
off her new (very retro-seventies) boots on stage. Phil is a
little perplexed ("as it were" - thats an in-joke) but
perfectly able to adapt. Lou is happy that Azzy and Pete
turned up from Wales (darlings), and Neil feels ecstatic
that his new (smooth) transition from Unpindownable
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into On eBay works perfectly.
OK, time for bed. Whatever time it is. See, were not on
proper peoples time, were on Tour Time now. And Tour
Time says night night xPs for any British TV watchers - I
forgot to mention has anyone been watching the white
working class series on BBC? Weve been talking about it
in the van. Well I heard that the Bradford Working Mens
Club documentary was grim, overly-grim, and made by an
American outsider. But we were on tour, so we dont know.
The drama on Tuesday about the white family living in the
Asian street I thought was absolute crap, the most clichd
version of working class stereotypes you could find on
telly. (Youre welcome to disagree). But the documentary
The Poles Are Coming - we all loved that one. Brilliant.
Must go to bed now. Id have been fast asleep by now if it
wasnt for having to write this thing. Is that good, or bad?
Lets call it good and hope there are free gifts to all
subscribers.
Cardiff
A turn-up for the books. Lovely venue and a brilliant
audience undampened by the grotty weather. The first
major talking point of the day is The Daily Sports
coverage of Prince Charles visit to one of Bob Marleys old
homes. The report is discovered in some faceless,
nameless service station and its guts unraveled in the
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back of the van. Basically the report consists of changing
the words to some of Bobs songs to fit Prince Charles
visit. "I shot the grouse but I didnt shoot Diana," begins
one. Someone gets paid good money for writing this stuff.
And for photoshopping a picture of Charles wearing a
rasta hat, accompanied by a smiling Camilla with huge
bifter in her gob. This keeps us amused for practically the
rest of the day. Really, we can be that shallow. The venue
is an old converted church (weve played two or three
already on this tour. Someone is trying to tell us
something), huge wooden-beamed ceiling and cavernous
acoustics. Tracey Curtis is the support tonight and she
charms the audience with a mixture of lovely songs and
loveable dizziness. Look, poor girl, sings like an angel but
cant stop apologizing for forgetting the words. Aah.
Tracey just recorded an album with me and Neil, a
collection of songs from her first two albums. Ive no idea
if itll be released properly, but I hope so - so simple and
beautiful. Even if I do say so myself. Actually Tracey was in
the recording booth singing away for two weeks while Neil
and me bobbed around the control room playing bows and
arrows.
The lively audience tonight in Cardiff are parts hush-quiet
and parts rowdy, and the whole room feels like it gets
swept up during the 85 minutes of our set swept up into
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some sort of very Welsh communal celebration. Very
enjoyable. The people we talk to afterwards are just lovely.
I cant think of a more fitting word. Like in that series,
Gavin & Stacey arent they all just so lovely? (Im
writing the word lovely in a Welsh accent there, in case
you didnt spot it). Even Timebomb is dusted down for
the encore. Given a few more minutes we may have
mustered I shot the grouse, but time ran out. Pity. I think
it could be big.
Aldershot
Not really knowing what to expect here sadly, the only
thing we think we know about Aldershot is that its a
squaddie town we arrive to find a sold out venue staffedby an enthusiastic woman who seems to do everything
from fixing up the PA to making the tea. Thus heartened
we have a look around town. Its now almost exactly five
years since the huge anti-war march in London against the
Iraq war (remember at the time it was all about the
WMDs funny how regime change has become theuppermost argument of the warmongers since then). Five
years later and what we have is an unholy mess, over a
hundred thousand deaths, soldiers coming home either in
pieces or suffering from trauma, a sectarian puppet
government backed by the US big businesses which are
creaming the profit from Iraqs oil and a legacy of hatred,
destruction and instability.
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Ive been reading about the reaction of John Lennon and
Mick Jagger to the even more distant events of 1968
again, the anniversary is this weekend when an anti-
Vietnam demonstration in Grosvenor square ended in a
huge riot. In reaction to how Jagger and Lennon constantly
refuted the idea of playing real political roles at the time, I
cant find any excuse for any artist in Britain not to be
singing/painting/writing about the culture of war and fear
we live in. Its our dominant culture. Its the driving
narrative of our time. To be not talking about this stuff is
tantamount to the most snobbish form of ignorance that
where you know whats going on but choose not to do
anything about it. Lennon went on to become a full-time
activist, returning his MBE, singing explicitly about politics,
war and injustice. Jagger went on to create a billion-dollar
juggernaut trading on nostalgia and mediocre riffing and
strutting. Either way, they both had their moment in 1968
and its a painful reminder that today, in the middle of this
constant background buzz of war/terror/fear, there are still
too few public figures making peace and justice their
raison detre.
And so here we are in Aldershot, five years on, singing On
eBay and Jacobs Ladder and remembering how, when
we re-wrote Jacobs to make it an explicitly anti-Iraq war
song, we did so thinking that by the time wed worked it
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out and rehearsed it the war may well have been over.
Sadly, that wasnt the case. Not that tonights show (or
any of our shows come to that) are full of the doom and
gloom of warfare. Its more de-construction than
destruction, more making the whole show something
personal and funny and poignant, more trying to change
things every night. It all depends so much now on how the
audience reacts to us. And I love that its like that do
people want to sing along? Are they warm and friendly?
Curious? Stern and unwelcoming? Off to the bar for
another pint? Its always, always an interesting encounter
for us. Walking on stage at Aldershot and not having the
faintest idea who these people are, what they know about
us and thats great because its not easy and its about
creating some hitherto-undecided middle ground between
us.
Fantastic audience tonight. All ages from ten to seventy,
we reckoned. Some rowdy, some polite, some laughing,
some just wondering. Everyone accepting of the bumbling
words-forgetting shambles of a couple of the songs! As
soon as theres an empathy there, the performance really
changes. It makes it easier to relax on stage and feel like
you can just chat with people, sing your stuff in tune
without fixedly following the melodic structures in your
head. Does that make sense? When youre talking with
your friends you dont think "what am I going to say
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next?", you just talk. So there you go, Aldershot, war, and
chatting with your mates. Tomorrow, Leeds. The annual
City Varieties show. Lous nervous. Stay tuned.
Leeds
Thing is, its really not fair on everywhere else weve
played on this tour to say that Leeds was the best gig so
far. Because thats just about us being at home andknowing people and realising what we can say and how
things work. Knowing the venue, the promoter, the town
and a smattering of the audience. But really, it was good.
There, I understated it on purpose. We had such a good
time. Mik Artistik (from Armley, our West Leeds home) was
as funny and strange as expected. Ian Clayton ("from offthe telly," as a young lass in the pub beforehand said) was
a great compre, funny and poignant and surely someone
well have to do something with in the future (I reckon he
can sing better than he lets on). And the incredible Roy
Bailey, softly-spoken and gentle-voiced, but so powerful
and huge in sentiment and effect. An amazing performer.Roy sang Word Bomber (from the new album) with us, as
fragile and beautiful as it should be. As I was singing along
I couldnt help thinking how proud I was that this man with
the voice weve admired for so long was singing one of our
songs.
As is often the case at the City Varieties shows (theyre an
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annual fixture now) we did tend to talk a bit. But hey,
these were all my friends (mostly ones Id never met) so
that was OK. Everyone got a free CD, a song wed written
and recorded specially for the night Harry joined us on a
few songs playing his box to great effect, and the beautiful
City Varieties theatre didnt let us down with its red velvet
curtains and gold-painted archways. They reckon itll be
closed for over a year now for refurbishments well have
to plan next years Chumbas local special for somewhere
else, then. Two days off and then back to the tour. I need a
good sleep...
Days Off and Derby
After the usual two days that are supposed to be relaxingbut arent because a) youve got a hangover b) theres no
food in the house c) all your clothes are dirty and d)
theres loads of work to catch up with, its a relief to get
back in the van and set of for Derby. Boff is justifiably
appalled that Neil and I havent even managed to clear
the old banana skins out of the van in the two days athome.
Tonights gig is organised by a very nervous first-time
promoter (and fan) called Graham, who inevitably, does
everything as it should be and then some. We feel
thoroughly looked after (see the thread on mudcat.org for
discussion of the bands rider requirements) - there are
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even flowers in the dressing room! The gig is good - one of
the more subdued affairs, as befits a Tuesday night. A
surprising number of people in the audience are quietly
singing along to stuff from the new album, which is
heartening. Boff forgets the words to the last verse of Buy
Nothing Day and gets Phil to bail him out by doing a
rousing song in Spanish - this may become a feature I
suspect.
Afterwards a man accosts me at the stall. His friend was at
the Bury gig and read the blog where I made mention of
some audience members acting like they were our best
mates, and has apparently been worrying ever since that
we were referring to her. We werent. She was the lovely
woman who I talked about shoes with - I thought we
bonded. Anyway I reassured him she was not the culprit
and then felt horribly guilty.
Back to our very lovely hotel where we watch Newsnight
and hear many tributes to the wonderful Anthony
Mighella. Weirdly, we are playing in the Anthony Minghella
theatre on the Isle of Wight in a few days. It was last time
we played there that we found out he was from an ice
cream family from there. So thatll be strange. The sun is
shining and were off to the seaside.
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Brighton
Oh yes, a shop on the same street as the venue sellingmod suits. This is what Phil wants right now. Hes just not
spivvy enough, and needs something a little tighter (sir).
The Komedia has grown bigger since we last came here
still, its packed and friendly and full of sea-swept red-
cheeked faces like Robb Johnson, straight from a school
parents evening (hes a teacher) "Oh yes, your darlingson Donald is a perfect pupil, now Im going to do a song
called Anarchy in Hackney." Robb joins us onstage for a
version of the song Fine Career from the new album.
Perfect, corblimey guvnor.
Ive been listening to Robb for what seems like a hundredyears now. I first heard about him when he wrote a song
about the Herald of Free Enterprise, a ship that went down
off Zeebrugge harbour with big loss of life. Since then our
paths have crossed countless times as both him and us
have done different things, working with different musical
styles and retaining a healthy and solid disrespect for allthings authoritarian. Hes an incredible songwriter,
managing to be committed and radical without falling into
the trap of sounding like a protest singer. Well, at times
he does fall into this trap, actually, but its knowingly and
always counterbalanced by clever and subtle melodies. It
stems from a love of chanson, I reckon. Stops him
sounding like this generations Phil Ochs. Thing is though
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(forgive me for going on about Robb Johnson), hes one of
those people whos songs are sometimes delivered better
by other singers like Leon Rosselson, for instance.
Anyway, tonight in Brighton hes funny and warm and the
perfect support. He tells us the 100 Club tomorrow night
might be a strange venue for us to play. Well see.
London
The 100 Club, a place rich in history and spilt beer. Wasnt
looking forward to this one particularly, but on descending
like Duchamps nude down dark stairs and into the grey
oblong cellar that is the club I immediately fell in love. The
pictures and posters on the walls who hasnt played
there? The old bluesmen over from America, two or threegenerations of jazzers, a wave of punks and some of the
best old rocknrollers. Chuck Berry plays there three days
after us. The gig was great and reminded us how good it is
to be able to swing between all-seated arts centres and
sweaty cellar clubs. Robb Johnson is with us again tonight
followed by the inimitable Swill (ex-Men They CouldntHang).
Playing in front of posters for the club advertising
everyone from George Melly to Jeff Beck and the Sex
Pistols is a good reminder of our place in British pop
culture. Recent reviews in both the Guardian and the
Independent newspaper have mentioned some kind of
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place for Chumbawamba as proto-national treasures.
That strange part of our culture which allows the
mavericks who bumble along long enough without falling
over and dying (or just quitting like Syd and Peter Green)
to gain admittance to the loony bin inhabited by people
like Robert Wyatt. And who wouldnt want to hang about
with Robert Wyatt? Or maybe were just grand old dames,
troopers treading the boards. Or maybe were just
benefiting from the cyclical nature of our countrys
political roundabout, where anti-war and anti-state
sentiments come vaguely into fashion every six or seven
years. When its not supposed to be embarrassing to think
that New Labour and the Tories are practically the same
thing and that as artists we ought to be shouting about
this. And shouting about war and immigration policies and
racism and all the rest, while were at it. Yes, thats it.
Anyway. Great club, the 100 Club. Phil with his new suit
revels in the chance to play the bouncer, gently ejecting a
bloke from the stage as were playing. Presumably the
bloke (I think he just wanted to join in) wont remember
any of this. Phil did, it was his finest hour. Hello London!
Colchester, Newport, Fareham and home
We didnt so much run out of steam or enthusiasm for the
blog - there were simply fewer wi-fi opportunities, and
none of us is sufficiently technologically advanced to go
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down the Blackberry route (yet). So, with no disrespect to
anyone who either put on or attended the last three
shows, Im going to simply summarise and draw overall
conclusions as befits the end of a tour.
Three towns - three very different shows. A microcosm of
the diversity of gigs we find ourselves playing currently.
Colchester - fairly noisy, majority of the audience standing
up. A Timebomb night; Newport (IOW) - very quiet, two
sets, definitely not a Timebomb night, in the B&B in time
for most of MOTD; Fareham - a Folk Festival - mid-
afternoon set, following on the heel of such luminaries as
Roy Bailey and Spiers and Boden, playing to an audience
who were probably largely unfamiliar with what we do.
And thats us nowadays - constantly tweaking the set and
adjusting the between-songs banter to fit the situation
were in. Up and down like a wrestlers jock strap as Lou
would put it. But it keeps us on our toes and theres a
certain thrill to thinking on our feet and working out just
how to pitch it all. Goodness me, in the ADAT-driven days
of the electric band, we were stuck with the same set for
months on end. But the whole set was dictated by
costume changes then. Lou and I have considered
different outfits for different songs but frankly, the boys in
their suits are more dandyish than us currently.
Having been performing acoustically for a few years now,
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we decided to take the bold step of dropping the acoustic
from our name and just go out as Chumbawamba. Hard to
tell whether the (very) few people who shouted out for
Tubthumping or Mouthful Of Shit would have still done so
had the acoustic suffix still been there. But we are what
we are, and change has always been our watchword.
To sum up then - a successful tour - on every level. The
people carrier held its own, team spirit was in evidence
throughout and the audiences were lovely. What more
could we ask?