(Recounting the events of Saturday the 12th of May ’07)
Whelan’s again and this time it took a single bus trip from Finglas village, ah the advantage of foresight. It was a Saturday, in the late afternoon so I had to avoid eye contact with old drunks and junkies on my way up. Some Junkies can be noticed easily, it’s like their nose has become their primary orifice as the rest of their head caves in. One in particular who got on the bus could probably be cocaine dated back to the late 70’s , complete with long, Luke Skywalker bowl haircut and Lt. Cochise ‘tashe. That said I was mildly envious of his full head of hair.
I was begin to worry about the dizzying fatigue I had felt most of the week, as on arrival I nearly fell into the toilet cubical. Downstairs I was happy to see the bar girl (is there a more respectful term? I can’t write Barmaid without having flashbacks of David Essex in Dick Turpin. Should I give her a pseudonym?) from the last time obviously setting up the stage bar. I made my way around and paid in.
First up where Pilotlight, The Bar Girl (She recognised me! Pity I’m Pug Fugly) helped me with their history and said they “Kick Ass”, providing an organic addition to my review. It would seem despite this time being sober as an albino nun, I was still slightly enamoured of her but I know better than to act on it. It certainly would never be mutual and I know f**k all about Women (‘Cept that they’re great BTW, if any are reading : ‘ ). Nevertheless if I have the occasion next time I should probably ask her name.
Next up were Fight Like Apes, Who were something a bit fun and new. They were obviously having fun onstage too, bouncing around and joking amongst themselves. I must admit I was anxious when their burly keyboard player began butting their young lady singer near the edge of the stage. Fun’s Fun, But What of Health & Safety, You Crazy Son’s Of Monkeys!! I retained my cool, sure what would Sir Dave Fanning do? I phoned up Louis Walsh and proceeded to insult Westlife.
The main act The Frank & Walters were class personified, funny and great musicians who wowed the crowd in attendance. Despite this and with the exception of a handful of tracks, their music just wasn’t my thing. Upon their final bow, I made my way out and despite now feeling a lot more light-headed from the fatigue made my way to the other side of town, caught a taxi home.
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