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Date: Saturday, 18th of March 2006 1142668800 (11 years 127 days ago)
Venue: The Port Mahon
Location: St. Clements Street Oxford England
Admission: £4:00
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Pat Fish Solo ( guitar, vocals )
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Saturday 18th March
The Port Mahon, St Clements Street, Oxford
PAT FISH
ANTON BARBEAU
THE NEW MOON

£4:00 on the door on the night

Artist Website: www.jazzbutcher.com
Artist Website: www.antonbarbeau.com
Artist Website: www.thenewmoonnews.co.uk

I shall be playing a longer set, involving elements of the acoustic and the digital, possibly even at the same time.

Pat Says

A nice trip to Oxfodd on Saturday night. Russ Cooper drove us all down there and brought various drums and shakey things with which to accompany me and my big wooden tape-recorder.

We took our time over soundchecking - this time there were even monitors...which was nice. A quick veggie-burger at the Turkish take-away over the street and a little creative paperwork in the carpark, then we were back in the venue with a foming beaker of Budvar, all set to continue the JBC Hardcore's survey of the glorious history of Raplh Coates, surely one of the greatest fag-at-half-time merchants that the game has ever seen.

Upstairs a small crowd had gathered to witness The New Moon unleashing some new tunes in a bass/guitar/tabla formation to a rousing reception. Some classic introductions, too. Anton and Sue delivered a set heavy on the melody and easy on the rambling and then it was our turn. We played the first three tunes acoustic (making a bit of a hash of Charlie Barnard's sublime "Regrets of a Spacemen" by being altogether too heavy-handed) before switching on the BWT for a version of Land off Illuminate which really seemed to fly along rather nicely. "This," I told the small crowd, "is the rhythm I like." I even essayed some Barney Sumner style whoops during Shame About You. Frankly it sounded every bit as daft as when Barney does it. Note to self: pack it in, son. Rein yourself in.

The set was warmly received and - I think - reasonably well played. We had another beer, received handsome payment for our endeavours (thank you) and headed off into the freezing night, bent on return to NN1 so that Russ could finally enjoy a drink. No little confusion was induced a when we discovered that The Authorities had gone and CLOSED THE ROAD TO NORTHAMPTON. We set off on a not so magical mystery tour down tiny roads through dark, deserted woods, found our way somehow to Bicester, then sped the rest of the way home with ease, spotting the foxes raiding the Towcester Little Chef as we went by.

Reviews

Help
I have just bagged a lift to Oxford, now I find Wolfgang Tschegg is in town on Sunday!.

What shall I do?

Give me a sign

Credit: Nick, Northants (Monday, 6th of March 2006 - 11 years 139 days ago)
Decisions, Decisions
Yes, this is a touch awkward. Still, I'm planning to be at both events, myself. Oxfodd to NN1 on a Sunday is tricky, but can be done. Take a bus to Milton Keynes Central and then grab a train back to town from there. Ore just try to blag a lift back with us on Saturday night, of course. Pat xxx
Credit: The Butcher (Tuesday, 7th of March 2006 - 11 years 138 days ago)
Another Day on St Clements
A great gig last night, Pat doing a mixture of acoustic stuff and "scuff karaoke" things, with Russell Cooper providing an assortment of percussive accompaniment. Highlights for me were the song about Brian Wilson, which was great the first time and which gets better each time; Scarlett; and a completely unexpected and improbable version of Brian Eno's Another Day on Earth.
Credit: Michael, Oxford (Sunday, 19th of March 2006 - 11 years 126 days ago)
Another Day Soon, We Hope..
Yes, a great gig. Come back to Oxford soon, Pat...

W xxx

Credit: Lovely Woodnymph, Oxford (Sunday, 19th of March 2006 - 11 years 126 days ago)
Port Mahonism
Woke up Friday with the edible bleach poisoning that is increasingly a problem in this country to drinkers of draught beer of any kind... the overfrothiness of the beer the night before in the Beehive Swindon, my favourite place in that town (even better than the magic roundabout, which, sadly, is only amazing in theory) was a sure sign... hmm. Worth it to catch Anton Barbeau with a full-on band made up of Swindon's finest.

As great as it was, this Antgig in Swindon, it did prevent me from getting my practice on that night and the next. Woke Saturday and realised with some horror that I'd done no practice for this gig at all. Still, I knew we'd play very early and there were more pressing things to worry about - the ever changing face of the Port PA; getting a decent-sized audience out in this dry, angrifying icy rawness; making sure our musical guests were happy...

I got down to the Port early, hoping that I'd find the PA intact and preferably already set up from the night before... no such luck - it's in bits, scattered everywhere. Brian and I fight with it for some time before realising that something fundamental was missing. Pat and Russ turn up from Northampton and I'm still fiddling ineffectually with the bloody thing. James Serjeant turns up and confirms our fears in re. the missing bits - thankfully a last minute supply of the correct lead direct from the kind heart of Osprey saves me a savage beating from monitor-hungry blokes with guitars.

Having ridden the emotional roller-coaster of a soundcheck without dropping dead of an aneurysm, it was time to take the stage. Nice to see a few people in the audience despite the early hour. Everything goes pretty well - start with a good rendition of Dreamer, Green goes nicely, as does Dark Matter. It's only when I realise I've forgotten to cut my nails and we get to Everything In The Picture that things take a nasty turn. They even seem to grow during the set, Look At The Captain becomes almost impossible to play with werewolf claws and I'm mightily relieved to be in the home straight of Telephones. Pretty well received - Terry's Camera seemed to get the best reception.

Time was flying by this time, so Anton and Su were soon setting up. Slight moment of horror as Anton flew into one of his energy drink-fuelled introductory meanderings - I worried that the intros would be long and the songs few... I shouldn't have done - Anton and Su deliver a beautifully tight set. I can't get enough of his latest batch of songs and tonight they really do shine. Chrissy mentions how beautiful Su's voice is and I really have to agree, it's lovely, sweet and deep... er... I don't mean deep like she sings bass, I mean with depth... easy to overlook this things with the songs themselves demanding so much of one's attention. They finish with Banana - sadly I miss the majority of the song and Su's improvised harmonica solo, Anton creaking the dodgy plank on the edge of the stage for all he's worth, as I'm trying to round up our headliners. Anton and Su leave the stage to some very warm applause and hopefully a good few sigs on the clipboard.

It's our headliners' night though - I knew Pat had a long and special set lined up and he did not disappoint - Sadly without the setlist in front of me I can't go song-by-song, but he mixed acoustic with electric, live Russell drummer (who has a seemingly magical grip on percussion) and scuff karaoke machine. The acoustic version of Quality People kicks the set off marvellously, another couple of acoustic numbers before we hear the gentle pitter-patter of dat machines on the window. The arrangements on the DAT machine are brilliant - we've got the whole pa cranked up as loud as it'll go, Jim Davies keeps prodding me and suggesting more vocal (he's right, as usual) and soon the vocal slider is up as far as it'll go.

Mr Odd - finally I get to hear my first-ever favourite track from Cult of the Basement! And Southern Mark Smith seems to have a krautrockish, Jaki Liebezeitesque drum pattern that contrasts beautifully with the very human song. Highlight of the set though is Buffalo Sniper - headspinningly great and enough to strip the paint off the very walls. I hope every day for news of the Wilson album, and you should too! All too soon, it's over, the NN1 posse disappear into the night, I leave the PA intact for the next person to have an easier time of it I hope, and soon Chrissy, Jim, Brian and I are waving to Anton as he makes his way up the hill to home.

It's been a wonderful night and, Port PA notwithstanding, I'm wondering how soon we can do this again!

Cheers

Matt

Credit: Matt, historic cidy of Oxfrog (Tuesday, 21st of March 2006 - 11 years 124 days ago)
set list
That set list in full:

Quality People

The Ugliest Song in the World

Regrets of a Spaceman

Land

Mister Odd

Shame About you

Shakey

Southern Mark Smith

Scarlett

Buffalo Sniper

Another Day on Earth

Thanks for listening,

Pat

xxx

Credit: the butcher, nn1 (Wednesday, 22nd of March 2006 - 11 years 122 days ago)

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  • set list
    headstone[at]-remove-wilsondub.com - the butcher, nn1
    22Mar2006 7:45 PM (11 years 122 days ago)
    That set list in full:
    Quality People
    The Ugliest Song in the World
    Regrets of a Spaceman
    Land
    Mister Odd
    Shame About you
    Shakey
    Southern Mark Smith
    Scarlett
    Buffalo Sniper
    Another Day on Earth

    Thanks for listening,
    Pat
    xxx
  • Port Mahonism
    thenewmoonnews[at]-remove-hotmail.com - Matt, historic cidy of Oxfrog
    21Mar2006 5:36 AM (11 years 124 days ago)
    Woke up Friday with the edible bleach poisoning that is increasingly a problem in this country to drinkers of draught beer of any kind... the overfrothiness of the beer the night before in the Beehive Swindon, my favourite place in that town (even better than the magic roundabout, which, sadly, is only amazing in theory) was a sure sign... hmm. Worth it to catch Anton Barbeau with a full-on band made up of Swindon's finest.

    As great as it was, this Antgig in Swindon, it did prevent me from getting my practice on that night and the next. Woke Saturday and realised with some horror that I'd done no practice for this gig at all. Still, I knew we'd play very early and there were more pressing things to worry about - the ever changing face of the Port PA; getting a decent-sized audience out in this dry, angrifying icy rawness; making sure our musical guests were happy...

    I got down to the Port early, hoping that I'd find the PA intact and preferably already set up from the night before... no such luck - it's in bits, scattered everywhere. Brian and I fight with it for some time before realising that something fundamental was missing. Pat and Russ turn up from Northampton and I'm still fiddling ineffectually with the bloody thing. James Serjeant turns up and confirms our fears in re. the missing bits - thankfully a last minute supply of the correct lead direct from the kind heart of Osprey saves me a savage beating from monitor-hungry blokes with guitars.

    Having ridden the emotional roller-coaster of a soundcheck without dropping dead of an aneurysm, it was time to take the stage. Nice to see a few people in the audience despite the early hour. Everything goes pretty well - start with a good rendition of Dreamer, Green goes nicely, as does Dark Matter. It's only when I realise I've forgotten to cut my nails and we get to Everything In The Picture that things take a nasty turn. They even seem to grow during the set, Look At The Captain becomes almost impossible to play with werewolf claws and I'm mightily relieved to be in the home straight of Telephones. Pretty well received - Terry's Camera seemed to get the best reception.

    Time was flying by this time, so Anton and Su were soon setting up. Slight moment of horror as Anton flew into one of his energy drink-fuelled introductory meanderings - I worried that the intros would be long and the songs few... I shouldn't have done - Anton and Su deliver a beautifully tight set. I can't get enough of his latest batch of songs and tonight they really do shine. Chrissy mentions how beautiful Su's voice is and I really have to agree, it's lovely, sweet and deep... er... I don't mean deep like she sings bass, I mean with depth... easy to overlook this things with the songs themselves demanding so much of one's attention. They finish with Banana - sadly I miss the majority of the song and Su's improvised harmonica solo, Anton creaking the dodgy plank on the edge of the stage for all he's worth, as I'm trying to round up our headliners. Anton and Su leave the stage to some very warm applause and hopefully a good few sigs on the clipboard.

    It's our headliners' night though - I knew Pat had a long and special set lined up and he did not disappoint - Sadly without the setlist in front of me I can't go song-by-song, but he mixed acoustic with electric, live Russell drummer (who has a seemingly magical grip on percussion) and scuff karaoke machine. The acoustic version of Quality People kicks the set off marvellously, another couple of acoustic numbers before we hear the gentle pitter-patter of dat machines on the window. The arrangements on the DAT machine are brilliant - we've got the whole pa cranked up as loud as it'll go, Jim Davies keeps prodding me and suggesting more vocal (he's right, as usual) and soon the vocal slider is up as far as it'll go.

    Mr Odd - finally I get to hear my first-ever favourite track from Cult of the Basement! And Southern Mark Smith seems to have a krautrockish, Jaki Liebezeitesque drum pattern that contrasts beautifully with the very human song. Highlight of the set though is Buffalo Sniper - headspinningly great and enough to strip the paint off the very walls. I hope every day for news of the Wilson album, and you should too! All too soon, it's over, the NN1 posse disappear into the night, I leave the PA intact for the next person to have an easier time of it I hope, and soon Chrissy, Jim, Brian and I are waving to Anton as he makes his way up the hill to home.

    It's been a wonderful night and, Port PA notwithstanding, I'm wondering how soon we can do this again!

    Cheers

    Matt
  • Another Day Soon, We Hope..
    lovelywoodnymph[at]-remove-hotmail.co.uk - Lovely Woodnymph, Oxford
    19Mar2006 11:19 AM (11 years 126 days ago)
    Yes, a great gig. Come back to Oxford soon, Pat...

    W xxx
  • Another Day on St Clements
    michael[at]-remove-lonpobty.freeserve.co.uk - Michael, Oxford
    19Mar2006 4:11 AM (11 years 126 days ago)
    A great gig last night, Pat doing a mixture of acoustic stuff and "scuff karaoke" things, with Russell Cooper providing an assortment of percussive accompaniment. Highlights for me were the song about Brian Wilson, which was great the first time and which gets better each time; Scarlett; and a completely unexpected and improbable version of Brian Eno's Another Day on Earth.
  • Decisions, Decisions
    headstone[at]-remove-wilsondub.com - The Butcher
    7Mar2006 7:10 AM (11 years 138 days ago)
    Yes, this is a touch awkward. Still, I'm planning to be at both events, myself. Oxfodd to NN1 on a Sunday is tricky, but can be done. Take a bus to Milton Keynes Central and then grab a train back to town from there. Ore just try to blag a lift back with us on Saturday night, of course. Pat xxx