Entry 3

Edinburrrrrrrrrrrr...gh. The GRV. A packed house full of happy music going types. Spent time worrying about the future of music and live gigs and people turning up...300+ people paid £15 to see us. Fuck it, screw the economy, it's not our fault anyway, let's buy CDs records and see gigs when we can. I'm getting tired of all this negative talk about things, shit won't get any better if we just piss and moan about it. Ok, rant over.

Set was fun, johnny making very handy contributions vocally and tamborinally. Found played rocking set as usual, did a song to the CCTV cam stage right, for the folks watching the tv in the corridor. Kennys set was proper, full-length psychedelic freakout ending, towards the end couldn't hear my keys at all so started playing tamborine. Despite a fair amount of feedback in the monitors and a few bum notes people seemed to really dig it, and the vibe was real.

A very drawn out exit (around 3am), and we were on the road up to anstruther, an hour and a half---don't know how kenny does it. Suppose his self imposed sobriety helps, but we were all pretty exhausted. Been taking to singing along en mass to bill callahan's new album, mainly the "end of faith" song---"it's ti---ahhhiiiime, to put god away...". Vicky, who hitched a ride, was most amused. And then all the bum jokes. Oh what a night.