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Heavens Basement, Electric Ballroom

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Photo by Anna Ghislena

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Sons of Icarus – Barfly, Camden

So while the kids are on a sleepover at a friends, I’m off for a little loud music therapy.

Freezing cold, wet Camden on a Saturday night – love it!

Warm, boozy Barfly – love it!

Upstairs, cramped space, low ceiling, PA buzzing – love it!

Earplugs in, Pepsi in hand (I’m such a rebel!), band are on! – Love it!

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Sons of Icarus, hard working young guys with a set full of chunky riffs, play to a happy crowd and show off their long awaited debut album.  This album, Beyond the Sun, has been in the pipeline for years.  Sons of Icarus first came onto my radar when they became the first ever competition winners of the Marshall Ultimate Band Contest back in 2010.  I then interviewed them after an intimate gig at the CroBar for Stereoboard in 2013 when they told me their album release was imminent!

Over two years on and they have just released it!  Obstacles get in the way all the time for these bands, but determination and hard work plus the will to achieve drives them along.  And you know what?  They are good!  The place isn’t exactly heaving.  These guys need a little recognition.  The album sounds great.  I’ve played it loud in the car already (yes, the kids needed stimulating after their “all nighter” at the friend’s house) and I shall be reviewing it soon, track for track.

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Just Arrived – The Will To Gig

My first printed anthology (or annathology!) of poetry has arrived.  I thought I would share this little sneaky peak with you guys as I am so please with the outcome.  Don’t they look brilliant?

close up pamphlets  pamphlets


Too Late

Just get me to the gig on time

JUST GET ME TO THE GIG ON TIME

Get to the gig, get to the gig,

just like your life depends upon it.

The train runs slow, then quick, then slow,

“For fuck’s sake driver!” you’ll hear me crow,

“The band won’t wait,

they’ll be on at eight!”

 

Biting my nails, biting my nails,

it’s the wrong type of leaves again on the rails.

We’ve been stuck here so long

that I’ve written this song;

I’ve held in my pee and gazed upon

tempting residential Croydon.

 

Open a can, open a can,

the one I was saving to kick start my plan

to fuel my courage for greeting my heroes,

to make my day and massage their egos.

But here comes the guard, he looks quite hard,

“Don’t take the can” I scream inside.

“You’re too young son…” and he steals my pride.

 

Get to the gig, get to the gig,

I am sure that my life will be shit without it,

I cannot wait another year and a day,

and the ticket has eaten all my Saturday pay.

Ok, so the encore, might have to suffice,

and to be honest, I’ve seen them before, just twice.

 

Slow with a hiss, slow with a hiss,

we finally stop; give the buffers a kiss.

On the platform, my eyes follow

the tour poster with sorrow;

my gig is not on til’ the day after tomorrow.

 

 

© Anna Ghislena 2014