Dreadful Nonsense

Team Comedy Lounge do David Gray.

As it were. No, not like that. You dirty thing. We were lucky enough to be expressly invited to participate in the David Gray experience, in that we won tickets to the special passport gigs purely by being the jammiest people you could ever meet. I didn't actually win at all, Susan did, and she was kind enough to drag my ungracious self along to the gig, which was in the smallest venue you could imagine.

We thought that, since this was a special one-off appearance, and since people seemed to be paying literally hundreds to buy tickets on ebay, that the gig would be kinda full of the old Gray fans, and so we thought it would be best to turn up for the gig around 10 hours before doors open. To be on the safe side, you understand.

When we turned up, running slightly late, we were stunned to see not three, not four, but no fans at all standing outside the gig chanting and holding up banners. Two American ladies who had been just about to go for a wander to Camden market did come back across the road, and introduced themselves to us as two of the American mentalists who had spent thousands coming over for the gig. We were suitably impressed, and invited them to pull up a concrete slab and make themselves comfortable for the endurance test that was to come.

The day went by quite quickly in some respects, because we found that the steady stream of appearances by David and the rest of his backing band kept us amused for hours. The closer the time came to when the doors were scheduled to be opened, the more violent we became at the thought of other people turning up.

When the doors opened, we experienced more anxious moments as the "passports" were handed out, and we were - quite wrongly, in our opinions - given numbers 9 and 10. Susan spotted someone approaching the desk where they were giving out the wrist bands before any announcement had been made, and we bundled up there quick smart without a care for our own safety.

Wristbands attached, we then hurled ourselves at the door to the stairs which would lead to the stage, and started waiting some more. The waiting, it was fun. The gig... well, it'd be lovely to say that it was worth the waiting, and then some. But, frankly - and I'm not going to lie to you here - it kind of wasn't. Lovely Mr. David did tons and tons of new stuff, which we welcome with open and glad hearts, because new songs means new album means new tour means us following him around Europe again, but the concert itself - not worth paying thousands for. The new stuff was great too, I particularly liked Sea, Far From Here and Slow Motion. But overall we were very glad that we didn't, and very sorry for our new American buddies that had.

The set list, for those who care:

Far From Here
The One I Love
Money
Sea
My oh My
Long Distance
Ramona
Laughing Gas
Slow Motion
Alive
Model Life
Sail
Fargive [sic]

L's Song
Babs [Babylon]
Silver

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