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Date: Saturday, December 13th 2003 1071273600 (19 years 362 days ago)
Venue: The Rockin' Horse
Location: Northampton England
Admission: free
Wilson Headstone ( Pat Fish ) ( guitar, vocals ) , Misery Wilson ( Kathy Schaer ) ( bass ) , B-Man ( Ian Botterill ) ( MC ) , G-Man ( Steve Gordon ) ( stratocaster ) , E-Man ( Curtis E. Johnson ) ( theremin-like machine ) , Agent Wilson ( Russell Cooper ) ( percussion )

📝 Pat Says

Greetings from the geriatric ward...

This has not been Headstone's week. First the fool managed to up-end himself, tripping over his treasured skinning-up granite and sailing through the air with Klinnsman-like grace (Arsene Wenger is reported to have said "I did not see eet"). This left him with a massive limp. Then he caught the flu. Then, even as the foot began to improve, he developed the most god-awful low back pain as a result of his ludicrous gait earlier in the week. To cap it all he tried to pass a speaker cabinet to Misery at soundcheck, emitted an unearthly wail and went down flat on the floor of the venue. Those familiar with the floor of the venue will realise that he was not  kidding.

The occasion was the Great Yvette Bailey's birthday party, ensuring a well respectable turn-out and a nice atmosphere as DJ Neil span a fantastic succession of classic reggae 45s.

Wilson took the stage just after ten. With lighting genius Johnny P unable to make this show, the stage was shrouded in darkness as the infamous "Sheep Tape" began to roll, leading eventually into a version of God's Green Earth that immediately suggested that this might turn into a bit of a night. And that is what came to pass. Although barely able to move, the plucky guitar scientist was seriously "on", and he was not alone. With the lights never really rising above an eerie glow, this was a dark and ferocious set. MC Bot fronted accordingly, with apparently random cries of "Shit!" and "Fuck!" between the tunes. (Occasionally Mister E. Wilson could be heard translating: "Botty says Thank You.") Stevie G delivered great squalls of guitar noise across Police Chief and Buffalo Sniper. Misery was magisterial throughout, even when tunes turned up in the set completely without warning. Agent Wilson was...leaping.

So a bit of a triumph in the face thereof, then. Everyone well pleased and off up the Bradlaugh, thence to the Agent's yard. Here's hoping we can do something as evil and sparkly when we have the Wilson festive knees-up on Christmas Eve.

Old Cleggie
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