Set List:
Courduroy
Sucker
Blue Eyes
Always the Quiet One
Apres Ski
Go Out and Get 'Em Boy
Don't Talk, Just Kiss
Loveslave
A Million Miles
Suck
I'm From Further North Than You
It's Not You, It's Me
Crushed
Falling
2,3, Go
Click, Click
Ringway to Seatac
Brassneck
Nobodies Twisting Your Arm
Heather
All the omens were there for a great Wedding Present show.
Kellie and I drove south on Interstate 5, picked up our friend Lori and indeed did Take Fountain as a short cut to reach The Troubadour.
We also had a nice Indian curry when we hit Hollywood and I'm sure the guy standing behind me at the gig could have confirmed that it's a gas indeed , but that's another story.
The historical and much loved venue while not sold out was almost full. And after Tim Fite and his band were well received by the normally too cool to clap LA crowd, the fab four finally took the stage.
Fronted by the famous Middleton Moptop, they delivered again and left the audience asking for more.
The set list was identical to the rest of the tour (bar San Diego where we were treated to Come Play With Me instead of the awful Falling), but it really didn't matter.
New recruit Chris McConville more than fills the recently departed Simon Cleave's boots and the band didn't miss a beat. He looked a bit more relaxed than on his debut in SD and on more than one occasion I even caught DLG looking over at Chris and beaming like a proud father (figure) in appreciation.
New drummer Charlie Layton is an energetic character and up there with some of the better WP stick men. It's early days yet, but I hope he is around for a long time. (I was wrong btw)
Terry De Castro was her normal self, impeccable on the bass and adding sex appeal for the male WP fans in attendance. Sadly the new riding boots had gone.
During the show David amused us with his stunningly accurate and whiny Morrissey impression, move over Mike Yarwood.
"This boy can wait" shouted a female fan
"Is that a request or a statement from a man with a very high voice?" replied DLG.
"That's my best joke of the tour. Where's that lad from Middleton?"
He scans the audience, sees me "Ah there you are, you can put that on the Internet"
(Your wish is my command)
"This next one is a Cinerama song. If you don't like them now would be a good time to go to the restroom for a rest. Or if you like, the bathroom for a bath"
The performance was high tempo and the highlights for me were a rocking version of Ringway to Seatac and Brassneck where Gedge finally broke a string and impressively switched guitars mid-song. They finished with Nobodies Twisting your Arm, then Heather and then they were gone.
A brilliant night, over all too soon.
Bye from LA for now David, come back soon.
Who knows? Maybe next time I'll bring my old mate Kirsten Dunst along to the gig.
Courduroy
Sucker
Blue Eyes
Always the Quiet One
Apres Ski
Go Out and Get 'Em Boy
Don't Talk, Just Kiss
Loveslave
A Million Miles
Suck
I'm From Further North Than You
It's Not You, It's Me
Crushed
Falling
2,3, Go
Click, Click
Ringway to Seatac
Brassneck
Nobodies Twisting Your Arm
Heather
All the omens were there for a great Wedding Present show.
Kellie and I drove south on Interstate 5, picked up our friend Lori and indeed did Take Fountain as a short cut to reach The Troubadour.
We also had a nice Indian curry when we hit Hollywood and I'm sure the guy standing behind me at the gig could have confirmed that it's a gas indeed , but that's another story.
The historical and much loved venue while not sold out was almost full. And after Tim Fite and his band were well received by the normally too cool to clap LA crowd, the fab four finally took the stage.
Fronted by the famous Middleton Moptop, they delivered again and left the audience asking for more.
The set list was identical to the rest of the tour (bar San Diego where we were treated to Come Play With Me instead of the awful Falling), but it really didn't matter.
New recruit Chris McConville more than fills the recently departed Simon Cleave's boots and the band didn't miss a beat. He looked a bit more relaxed than on his debut in SD and on more than one occasion I even caught DLG looking over at Chris and beaming like a proud father (figure) in appreciation.
New drummer Charlie Layton is an energetic character and up there with some of the better WP stick men. It's early days yet, but I hope he is around for a long time. (I was wrong btw)
Terry De Castro was her normal self, impeccable on the bass and adding sex appeal for the male WP fans in attendance. Sadly the new riding boots had gone.
During the show David amused us with his stunningly accurate and whiny Morrissey impression, move over Mike Yarwood.
"This boy can wait" shouted a female fan
"Is that a request or a statement from a man with a very high voice?" replied DLG.
"That's my best joke of the tour. Where's that lad from Middleton?"
He scans the audience, sees me "Ah there you are, you can put that on the Internet"
(Your wish is my command)
"This next one is a Cinerama song. If you don't like them now would be a good time to go to the restroom for a rest. Or if you like, the bathroom for a bath"
The performance was high tempo and the highlights for me were a rocking version of Ringway to Seatac and Brassneck where Gedge finally broke a string and impressively switched guitars mid-song. They finished with Nobodies Twisting your Arm, then Heather and then they were gone.
A brilliant night, over all too soon.
Bye from LA for now David, come back soon.
Who knows? Maybe next time I'll bring my old mate Kirsten Dunst along to the gig.
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