Reaching Critical Mass

Man, everything is going nuts today, and as a result this is going to be a pretty sprawling blog, but anyways. Yesterday was the LCCC show with Manchester, a.k.a. the biggest show (audience-wise) of my career to date (TM). It really was quite an experience walking out in front of tens of thousands of Green Day fans on my own with an acoustic guitar, haha, but it went well and much fun was had by all. Green Day and their crew have been generous and gentlemanly to a fault, and I think we made a few new friends. All in all a great experience. Tonight we drive to Germany for Hurricane Festival (tomorrow), then back to London on Saturday for the Wembley Stadium show, then back Germany for Southside, then home. Christ.

Speaking of Wembley, here’s a thing. We’re looking for 15 volunteers to head down to the Stadium on Saturday afternoon to do some flyering for us. We can’t get you into this show, but we can get you (and a friend) into the iTunes Festival show at The Roundhouse on July 19th by way of thanks. We need 15 people. If you’re interested, please send an email with your name and enthusiasm to info@xtramilerecordings.com. Many thanks.

I’m pleased to say that the official video for Try This At Home is finished, uploaded, and jolly good. You can go see it right here. Thanks again to Ben Morse for his directorial skills, not least because we pulled the video concept and shoot together in about an hour’s notice due to aeroplane fuckups at my end. Enjoy.

On the subject of Try This At Home (man, I’m segueing nicely today), we have some winners for the competition (I think) but I’ll save that for another blog. For the time being, we’ve decided to open up the artwork to the same principle as the B-Sides. What we’re looking for is an image to use as the cover for the 7″ vinyl. It has to be square, at least 184 x 184mm and 300dpi. We also want it to include the words “Try This At Home” but nothing else. If you’re up for it, competition entries should be mailed to info@xtramilerecordings.com with the subject line “competition artwork”. I’m looking forward to seeing what some of you come up with!

I think that’s it for today, though I’ve got that nagging feeling I’ve left something out. Maybe that’s just a function of the fact that everything is, currently, mental. Oh, I know! There’s a nice spread in this week’s Kerrang magazine, and a trail for the fact that, next week, I will be on the cover. This is a new milestone for me and I have to say I’m pretty chuffed about it! Onwards and upwards.

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UK Tourstravaganza!

Good evening folks! Or morning, maybe? I just got back from Tennessee and am having time zone issues. Bonnaroo was a blast, my sets were fun, I got covered in mud, I saw Dr Dog kill it, and I saw Weezer play the best set of the weekend. Good times. But anyway. I’m here and pleased to announce the full dates for my UK tour in December!

  • 1st December @ The Lemon Tree, Aberdeen
  • 2nd December @ ABC, Glasgow
  • 3rd December @ 53 Degrees, Preston
  • 4th December @ The Plug, Sheffield
  • 5th December @ The Regal, Oxford
  • 6th December @ The Corn Exchange, Cambridge
  • 7th December @ The Guildhall, Southampton
  • 8th December @ The Lemon Grove, Exeter
  • 10th December @ The Academy, Leicester
  • 11th December @ The Academy, Liverpool
  • 12th December @ O2 Academy Brixton, London

The first tickets for all shows will be on presale from Wednesday morning from www.xtramilerecordings.com (apart from for London, which is already onsale). These tickets are bought direct from me and the label and are a little cheaper, but they will go fast. Normal tickets go onsale from everywhere else on Friday. Supports for the shows are being sorted out right now and will be announced soon. I, for one, am very excited.

Other quickfire bits of news for you. Firstly, Green Day shows, set times. In Manchester we play at 5.45pm on Wednesday. In London we play at 6pm sharp on Saturday. Both shows we have a half-hour time slot, so if you want to see the sets, best get down early! Doors (gates?) are at 4pm.

Chris Bourke, the man who did the artwork for Poetry Of The Deed, has an exhibition opening in London. It’s at Number Six in Brick Lane, it starts on 15th June, and it is sure to be excellent, so check it out. And finally, here’s some more information about that Epitaph sampler I’m on:

New Noise Sampler

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Adventures in Israel

I just got back from Israel (well, actually I’m on the coach using the free wifi – will the wonders of the modern age never cease?). It was a fascinating trip, and one worthy of comment for a number of reasons, some more obvious than others.

First, the trip. I was asked to go over by Nadav, a friend of a friend who used to live in London and has started booking punk shows in his home country. Having never been before, I jumped at the offer (more detail later). I flew in last Thursday, after going through a seriously impressive security routine at the check-in desk at Heathrow. Israel, on arrival, is hot, dusty and mostly coastal from what I saw – not unlike Florida, much of the time in the places I went. I played two shows – Tel Aviv and Haifa – and had a great time. The scene is pretty nascent out there right now, but there’s a lot of cool honest punk kids hungering for live music. My experience of most places is skewed by the fact that I generally hang out with punks, who are generally disaffected and middle class. In this case it was further skewed, in the sense that I didn’t go (or have the chance to go) to any Palestinian areas, or hang out with any Palestinian kids. The Israelis I was hanging out with were, to the last, intelligent, thoughtful and good fun.

We went Jerusalem on a day off, which was fabulously surreal – wandering around the old town is like being on the set of Life Of Brian. The history oozes from every surface and is very much a living concern. I also, personally, found the idiosyncrasies of the various Abramic religions, always a little silly, to be much more ridiculous when presented in such claustrophobic proximity. Seeing orthodox jews, Christian monks and muslims wandering around scowling at each other because of theological disputes (which usually come down to arguments over what types of meat to eat when, or something), was pretty barmy.

It was intriguing also to be in a society which, on a surface level, feels very westernized, very much like America, in both good and bad senses. But beneath the veneer of comfortable democracy and consumerism is the shadow of militarism (conscription to the IDF is still mandatory for men aged 19-21) and threat (you get your bags searched for bombs going into shopping malls). I did my best to talk politics as much and as sensitively as I could. My most interesting conversation was with a guy who turned out to be Shimon Peres’ grandson. Much I learned.

And now for the philosophy. Since announcing the shows until literally just now, I’ve been receiving emails and comments from people with opinions on the fact of me going over to play – opinions to which they are very much entitled to have and share. Most of them were intelligent and thought-provoking. I wanted to state my views, for the record, here. I have something to say both about the debate, which breaks down into two separate arguments, and the meta-debate.

The first argument is the basic one over the rights and wrongs of the situation in this part of the Middle East. I really can’t be particularly arsed to get into a big discussion about this here – partly because I’m no expert, and partly because it usually devolves into the same old bullshit – both sides accusing anything the other says of being “propaganda”, both sides being vindictively selective in the facts they consider, both sides eventually saying something tedious about Hitler. For what it’s worth, I think the basic problem of two competing nationalisms claiming the same territory is a thorny one. I think Israel has a real problem in that its leadership schooled itself in an era of genuine existential threats (1967, 1973, to say nothing of the Holocaust) but is applying that mindset to a fundamentally different reality with a different balance of power. I think the Palestinians are suffering, but I think too many people are too quick to overlook what an awful bunch of shits Hamas are. Whatever. Like I say, I’m no expert, and I’ll leave the fine print to others.

The second argument is how any of this relates to the business of playing shows in Israel. It’s not at all clear to me that, even if I did unconditionally condemn the Israeli government (which I don’t), I shouldn’t play shows there. The shows were organized by private citizens without any state involvement, and I’m not in the habit of judging individuals by the actions of their government. We in the UK and the USA, after all, have the Iraq war and occupation hanging over our collective heads. Of course I’m aware that some artists are boycotting Israel, as is their right; however it seems morally duplicitous to me to boycott Israel and not (say) the USA. Maybe big artists can afford to boycott one small state for the sake of some media grandstanding, and not the other, their main cashcow?

So those are the arguments. I have my positions on them, which are far from unassailable. But I also wanted to comment on the meta-debate, the terms and the manner of the debate. In fact this is the thing that has particularly got my goat. In the negative commentary I’ve received, the tone is usually either implicitly or, more often, explicitly, saying that, by going to Israel, I am either stupid, ill-informed or morally bankrupt. That actually really fucks me off. The fact is, I’m a grown up with some basic grasp of history and politics, I thought about it, made a decision on my own actions and carried it out. You are free to disagree, such is the joy of pluralism. I just think it’s pretty lame to accuse me of being any number of things (stupid, fascist, not punk (ha!), in it for the money (double ha!)) because we hold differing opinions. I respect people who intelligently disagree with me, and I’d ask the same consideration in return.

Basically if punk means unquestioningly agreeing with anyone else’s opinion, whoever they may be, then fuck punk. But luckily, that’s not really how I understand the term. G’night.

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iTunes Festival!

Well yesterday turned out just awesome, victory snatched from the jaws of defeat. After a total arse of a start to the day, and a last minute re-pitching of the video, we ended up in a park on top of the hill in Oxford in glorious sunshine, with about 50 people helping out with singing, dancing and generally pratting about in front of the camera. It was a pretty stressful day all told, but I think we’ve ended up with something great. Many thanks to all who participated.

Announcements! I’m pleased to say I’ll be playing the iTunes Festival this summer, at the Roundhouse in London, on July 19th. All the tickets are for competition winners and the like, but if you check this out you can find out more about how to get down there. the Futureheads will also be appearing on my night. The set will also be released as a live EP on iTunes a day or two after the event. Should be a lot of fun, I hope to see some of you there.

I’m also appearing on the latest Epitaph Records sampler, New Noise Vol. 1. The song is “Poetry Of The Deed”. It’s released on June 15th and costs a mere $2.99. More information can be found on the website.

As for today, I have a live session I recorded for Geoff Lloyd‘s show on Absolute Radio, which is being aired from 5pm tonight – tune in! And before that, I’m heading to the airport to jet off to Israel for some shows. It’s going to be an interesting experience to say the least, but I’m always keen to experience new parts of the world, so I’m looking forward to it. Detailed musings on here later this week.

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Last Minutes and Lost Video Shoots

What a fucking day. After a really fun run of shows in Ireland, I arrived at the airport this morning to board my flight from Dublin to London, whence I was headed for Oxford for a video shoot. Pretty tight turn around, but then most things are for me these days. However, on arrival, I was told that I could not travel without a passport. My passport is currently up on blocks in readiness for heading to Israel tomorrow, but I’d been assured, fucking assured, that I could travel with my credit card on this flight. Apparently not, on arrival. Cue mass panic and much creative swearing, followed by a manic drive to Belfast, buying another ticket and getting ready to fly home much later than planned.

This means that the original idea for the video is out the window, as we don’t have enough time (which means I bought a 1970s geography teacher outfit for nothing – dang!). However, we are still shooting today, and we need as much help as we can get. This is where you (might) come in.

We’ll be in Oxford this afternoon, basically trawling the streets and getting people to sing a couple of lines of the song (“Try This At Home”) to the camera, maybe play some guitar too. If you’re in Oxford (or nearby) and at a loose end, we would love your help. Exact locations have yet to be determined, but as soon as I know, I’ll post it on my twitter feed. The boys in the band will be out in force, as will I, as soon as I get there. Please do spread the word on your own twitter, facebook or whatever. All the help we can get is hugely appreciated. Let’s make this happen!

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Extra Irish Shows

A quick last minute update thing. I’m down in Cork right now, this is the first time I’ve been south of Dublin in Ireland and it’s lovely here, I’m kind of kicking myself for not getting down here sooner. Anyways. Tonight, I’m playing a free show at Pine Lodge, out in Myrtleville, on the coast near Cork. It’s pretty casual, but I guess I’ll play at 9ish..? Then tomorrow night I’ll be back in Dublin, playing a short solo set at the Ruby Sessions, at O’Doyles. Tickets can be found here.

Finally, here’s an interview I did back in March. I’m off to buy myself a tweed jacket with leather elbow patches.

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China Diary Part V

My final morning in China opened with a degree of mild panic. I awoke with my alarm, feeling a little shabby, but managed to get myself down to the lobby to meet Ciga and head for the airport. The 10am call came and went, leaving me tapping my feet and getting a little edgy – I’m not bothered about waiting around, but I had a flight to Beijing to catch, and airplanes have a habit of not waiting around. Eventually the lady arrived in a cab and a tizzy, having overslept; apparently she’d continued adventuring the night before on Archie’s insistence. We drove hell for leather and made it just about on time for me to check in and drop my bags. I then bade Ciga a fond farewell – she was staying in Shanghai, seeing as she lived there – complete with promises to show her around London if she makes the journey over.

An uneventful flight arrived to an eventful airport greeting. One of the first bands I was in at school featured me, Chris and Ben (who went on to become Kneejerk) and a guy called Qiang on bass. Qiang was from China, although he had an Australian passport, because his dad was a diplomat. He was a pretty crazy punk, and dropped out of the band when we started getting interested in hardcore rather than pop-punk (we started sounding “like Metallica” according to him..!). Soon after, he dropped out of school as well and pretty much disappeared. 11 years later, a few days before my arrival in Beijing, Nathaniel (the other S-Plit promoter, Archie’s business partner) emailed to say that he knew Qiang and he was looking forward to seeing me. So on walking out into the arrivals area of the airport, I saw my old friend for the first time in over a decade.

Qiang and I jumped in a cab and headed into town, catching up en route. Apparently he’d spent some time in prison in China for visa violations, and told me a couple of meth-related anecdotes, so clearly it’d been a wild few years for him too – which didn’t really surprise me, to be honest. It was lovely to see my old friend. After stopping at the hotel for a quick shower, we wandered around some very cool pedestrianized small streets, crammed full of boutiques and cafes, and I remembered to do some shopping for friends and family.

After that, we met up with Nathaniel. He’s an American who studied Chinese history at university, and eventually made his way over there, to work and improve his Chinese language skills. He’s now been there for 12 years or so, and apparently speaks and writes perfectly, so he’s the administrative brains behind the S-Plit promotions project. He took me over to the venue, D-22, another classic dive-bar-cum-venue, apparently set up by a veteran promoter from the New York punk scene who’d decided to relocate. Soundcheck was easy, dinner was restorative, and I even managed a nap before showtime.

Another slightly unbelievable crowd showed up – around 300 people, again, some ex-pats but lots of wild and glittering Chinese punks. There’s something in the freshness of their approach to the business of rock ‘n’ roll that makes me think of New York in the 1970s – everything is bold, fresh, new, frontier-territory, and the effortless adolescent styles and gorgeous nihilism of the kids takes your breath away. The first support act had something of a Libertines fixation, which usually annoys me, but there was an innocence and earnestness to their performance that was captivating. The second band seemed to have endless members playing violins, accordions and acoustic guitars. I ended up playing third of four, and had a great show, another enthusiastic response. The night finished up with a Chinese band who seemed to be aiming for Motley Crue, but ended up somewhere a little more punk – thoroughly entertaining.

My final night was spent with old friends and new – Qiang, my old university flatmate Sha (who showed up unannounced and paid me back the £200 she owed me from 7 years ago – madness), and Alexei from Montreal band Handsome Furs, who blew my mind by promising to take me out to dinner with the guys from Godspeed You Black Emperor in August when I’m in her hometown. We drank Jameson sat in seats outside a bar in the warm night air and talked nonsense, ignoring the fact that I had an early flight home the next day. A fine evening, one to imprint on the memory.

So that was China. It was one hell of an experience, all told. Many parts of it were very foreign to me, it’s certainly the least Western place that I’ve ever toured. The shows in Shanghai and Beijing were the best for me, but the experience of being in Guangzhou was probably the more culturally adventurous. The business of being in an authoritarian state was interesting for me too, not least because of my own political leanings; the monstrosity of the system was less obvious than part of me feared it might be, but there was an insidious undercurrent of caution and intellectual repression, usually self-inflicted. Thankfully the personalities and brave character of the folks I met generally outshone those shadows. I’m certainly keen to get back there sometime soon.

In more work-a-day news, the American side of the Try This At Home competition is finally up and running properly – you can find the submissions page here, if you submitted before please do try again. Sorry for the inconvenience.

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China Diary Part IV

Wuxi is a medium-sized city about an hour’s train ride away from Shanghai. Investigations on wikipedia turned up the fact that the name means “no tin”. Apparently this is because there was briefly a tin mine there hundreds of years ago, which got everyone very excited and led to some kind of localized tin rush, and the town being called “Tintown” (in Chinese); however, the seam turned out to be meagre and after a few years the tin ran out – hence the name. I spent the morning wander around town looking hard for any evidence of natural tin deposits, in the hope that I could screw with the town naming council all over again. I rule.

The city is built around the shores of a large lake, so in the morning Ciga and I headed off in a cab to the eco-park on the shores and went for a picturesque wander, through tree-lined promenades and over old wooden bridges out to charming little wooden houses out in the shallows of the lake. One of these was a restaurant where we got some food, which turned out to be over-priced and pretty grim, which was a slight damper, but not enough to subsume the refreshment of wandering in the open air. After a slightly precarious journey back to the hotel – it turns out cabs are a lot easier to get in town than out at the park – he got our bags and boarded another chaotic train towards Shanghai.

Ciga was overjoyed to be back in her hometown again, and celebrated by changing into yet more exciting shoes. After a brief sojourn at the hotel, we headed to the venue, Yuyintang, which was just around the corner. Much like Wuhan, this was more familiar territory for me, a dive bar / live venue in the great rock ‘n’ roll tradition. Apparently it’s the oldest venue in Shanghai for underground music, although it has shifted its exact location a couple of times in its history. Soundcheck was easy, and afterwards we headed out into the town to meet up with Archie and his wife Claire.

Shanghai Skyline

Shanghai Skyline

Archie is an Edinburgh man who lives in Shanghai and is one half of S-Plit, the promotions company that had brought me to China. We picked him up from the side of the road and headed off into the centre of town. He’s a charming character with a healthy dose of British eccentricity who cut his teeth promoting events in the Alps, before deciding he wanted to be involved in music somewhere yet more challenging. He took us to The Bund, a dockside area where the Europeans settled heavily in the 19th Century, loading tea onto clippers and unloading opium. An impressive array of Western architectural styles clamour by the side of the river, most of the buildings now being over-priced bars and restaurants. The opposite bank of the river used to be a squat shanty town in the marsh until about 15 years ago, when the Communist authorities decided on something a little more ambitious. After pumping millions of tonnes of concrete into the marsh, they’ve raised a massive technicolour nest of skyscrapers. Sitting on the roof of an old British building, we had an arresting view of the new capitalist world, framed by a fluttering red flag. It was an intriguing contrast to contemplate over some Chinese beer. Afterwards we went back towads the venue, and got some food in a fantastic Italian restaurant – I felt a little shabby, being in China, but I needed a change after so much Chinese food and the morning’s disappointment. And I am absolutely obsessed with Italian food. Sated, we headed back to the show.

The crowd in Shanghai

The crowd in Shanghai

The gig itself was awesome – More than 300 people showed up, and I’m pleased to say that, while there was a healthy dose of Western ex-pats at the show, the clear majority were Chinese; playing to the locals is, it seems to me, much more the point of the exercise. I played for quite a while, extending the end of my set to pass midnight and thus make it one punter’s birthday celebration, and felt like the whole thing was a resounding success. I failed to make the aftershow due to getting involved in a political debate (and a bottle of whiskey) with some English guys. Nevertheless, I slept contended.

There’s one more installment of this diary to come (Beijing), which I’ll do in the next few days. For now, it’s my pleasure to confirm that I will be appearing at both the North West Music Fest in Portland, Oregon, in September, and at Austin City Limits in October. There will be more US dates in between. Watch this space. Also, A bunch of new stuff has been added to my online store: Poetry of the Deed vinyl (at last!), Love Ire & Song vinyl, new t-shirts and more. Check out the new items below and click over to the Frank Turner store to get yours.

Poetry of the Deed Vinyl Pre-Order

– First pressing limited to 1,000, with only 300 on white vinyl
– Also available in Red, limited to 700

Love Ire & Song Vinyl Pre-Order

– Second pressing, limited to 1,000 on black vinyl

There’s lots more available, so click over to the Store to check it out!

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China Diary Part III

The evening of my second day off in Guangzhou was like a whirlwind trip through the different sides of China. We took a cab over to the old town to see some 19th Century (and before) architecture. Ciga and I wandered aimless and happy through a warren of little streets, old wooden bars instead of doors on the buildings, tiled rooves and rickety staircases, hectic street food markets and so on. One of the cultural differences that hit me hardest about China was the different attitude to personal space. The Chinese just shoulder on through in crowded situations in a way that, to my timid Western self, seemed pretty brutal at first. But you get used to it after a while, and actually charging through crowded thoroughfares kind of appeals to the secret part of you that wishes you could do that on Oxford Street on a Saturday afternoon. Anyways, after the old town, we wandered off to get some food and ended up in an ultra-modern shopping area, cowering under massive tower-blocks clothed with gaudy neon advertising, KFCs and cool young kids thronging chaotically, everyone with English slogans on their T-shirts but no one speaking the language, everyone vibrant and on the make. It felt pretty exhilarating to walk from one area to the other. We got some great Chinese food, and then headed back to the hotel. Later in the evening we stopped by to catch a set by a Canadian singer / pianist called Tyler (alas, his surname escapes my memory) who’d been at my show a few days before, and who whipped out a brief medley of my songs on the fly for my benefit, which was impressive and flattering in equal measure.

Another solid night’s sleep in the bag, we headed for the airport feeling mighty refreshed for a flight to Wuhan. Wuhan is one of the largest cities in China, an industrial powerhouse slap bang in the middle of the country. It reminded me of Manchester in many ways. Our stay was pretty whistlestop, but great fun. The venue, Vox, was much more of a normal rock venue than either of the other places I’d played so far, and the promoter, Dostav, was quite a character – he’s from Kathmandu originally but moved to Wuhan to get involved in rock ‘n’ roll. He seems to be doing a great job there. After the single best Chinese meal I’ve ever eaten, the show was busy, with a great crowd of mostly young cool Chinese kids, hungry for live music. After a great show and two days’ rest, I was in a really good mood after the show, and tested Dostav’s propensity for drinking as far as I could, with Ciga and some Italians who were at the show. I think I agreed to go play some shows in Nepal at some point in the evening.. Watch this space…

The next morning we got up late. Ciga and I decided we were allowed to have Western food for lunch, but actually ended up getting Chinese again, savouring the memory of the night before. We lunched in a restaurant with fantastically insane English translations on the menu – my favourite being “Slippery Chicken Of Cloud Mushroom Ear” (your guess is as good as mine). Thence we headed to the train station to get a 5-hour bullet train to Wuxi. Boarding the train was another exercise in a peculiarly Chinese kind of mayhem, everyone shoving everyone else, but somehow everyone gets to where they need to be. The train was really great, comfortable and fast, and we swept through some awesome scenery. Like Europe, but unlike the USA, the human imprint on the landscape in China is deeply ingrained – even in the depths of the countryside, you can see crumbling ruins, ancient cuts in the hillside, that are so old it’s almost like they are natural geographical features rather than man’s doings. You really get a sense of how old this civilization is, which in turn only adds to your respect for it.

Due to the vagaries of tour scheduling, we arrived in Wuxi at 9.15pm and basically ran to the venue, where I pretty much walked in, set up and played straight away. Wuxi is not a particularly Westernized city, despite being pretty near Shanghai, so the crowd was all Chinese, and on the quiet side. The show was in a Jazz Bar run by an enthusiastic local guy called Eric. I had fun playing, running through a bunch of new material and some more obscure older songs, as well as some covers. At shows like this, I feel more like, say, a pianist in the corner of a restaurant than someone that the audience has specifically come to see. That was the case with the Shenzen show as well. It’s not necessarily a bad thing at all, it just takes a slightly different mental approach to do it well and enjoy it. On this occasion, I had a great time, despite my stay in the building being so brief. We got an early night, on the grounds that the following day we’d be in Ciga’s hometown, Shanghai. I was advised to save my energy, and being a good little musician, I obeyed my tour manager.

I’ll finish up this diary in the next few days, but I’m going to save Shanghai and Beijing for another entry. I write from Winchester – I just got home, having completed one full lap of the world. I’m tired but happy. I can’t complain right now, it’s such a fantastic privilege to travel around these amazing places and do the thing I love. I’m pleased as punch to be back in England again, I do miss this place when I’m away. And tonight I shall sleep in my own bed. Bliss!

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Some Sleep Till Wembley

…But not masses. I’ll keep up the China diary some more tomorrow (I’m dog-tired right now), but in the meantime I have a bunch of extra shows for the summer to tell you all about. I’ll list them out nicely below, and you can look at the whole lot by pointing yourself at the “Upcoming Gigs” tab above, but for the meantime…

The Freddie Mercury tribute concert in 1992 was a major musical milestone in my life. My older sister made me watch it with her, and we taped the whole thing over a number of VHS cassettes (swapping them over as fast as possible so as not to miss anything). I was 10 years old, I’d just started finding out about music, but seeing Metallica, Guns n Roses, Spinal Tap (!) and a host of others playing Queen tunes was a major eye-opener for me. We watched those tapes till they broke. So for that reason and a million others, I’m pretty blown away to say I’ll be opening for Green Day at Wembley Stadium (and Manchester Cricket Ground) in June. The world has gone mad.

New shows!

  • 16th June 2010 @ Manchester Cricket Ground, with Green Day (tickets)
  • 19th June 2010 @ Wembley Stadium, London, with Green Day (tickets)
  • 9th July 2010 @ Ruisrock Festival, Finland. I’m excited to be heading back out to Scandinavia with the band again, hope to see old friends and new there.
  • 14th July 2010 @ Komedia, Bath (tickets). This is a warm up for a weekend of festivals, but I haven’t played Bath for a while so it’s good to be going back, whatever the reason.
  • 31st July 2010 @ Lowertown Festival, St Paul, MN, USA.
  • 5th August 2010 @ The Stone Pony, Asbury, NJ, USA, opening for my old pals, The Gaslight Anthem (tickets).

Not bad for a day’s work. To sleep.

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