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US Spring 2007


i do voodoo he do voodoo do you?


Land Ahoy!

The Start:
In true Luddite fashion, Battlefield Band endeavour to complete our spring tour of The U.S. without the aid of an Aeroplane. Initially we were to take the QE2 but we got a better deal on pedalo hire; the result of a hot tip from Andrew “Freddie” Flintoff and the Boys of the Lough, who were also heading to work in the America’s at the same time. This may seem a long journey but we all like to do our bit for the ozone layer and the exercise will eventually benefit all of our cricket teams in the imminent cricket world cup in the West Indies.

Our tour this time starts in Maine at the chocolate church and moseys through twenty of the forty-eight contiguous states in the Union, ending four and a half thousand miles later in Memphis, Tennessee.

Normally we arrive with ample time the night before a tour and we were all looking forward to the world famous Karaoke at the Holiday inn of Bath Maine, but Freddie and Cathal – the strongest and most experienced pedaloists - had a rough old time negotiating the current running through the duty free docks in Newfoundland and we arrived far too late for such frivolity. So we bid each other a fond adieu as we head our separate ways, Freddie down south for the cricket and Cathal and the Boys for their tour of America.


On the road again - the batties went thisaway

Saturday, 3rd March.

After a couple hours sleep and the usual jet-lag info-mercial marathon, We reconvene with our new and improved abs and break bread in the prodigal sun café in Historic Bath – damn fine thaw time food. As always the concert is a full house and a grand beginning to our spring-time, batty safari.

Sunday, 4th March

Rhode Island is the smallest state in the union and home to the Blackstone River Theatre in Cumberland. We have performed a number of times for Russell Gusetti over the years with great success. They have started putting on top-notch Indian classical music here in Cumberland so it is worth checking out their programme if you are into that kind of thing.



The first few days of any tour exist as a period of transition and preparation for the coming weeks so there are always a handful of tasks to be completed and being great believers in the art of voodoo, it is with the utmost urgency that we acquire some necessary items from the local voodoo market: An Oaken wardrobe and a potato.

These idolatrous representations of Alasdair and Myself will ensure that we play in harmony for the next four weeks: We prefer this course of action to either talent or practise.

It should also be noted at this juncture that Rob, our trusty somalier, was unable to make the first portion of our tour so we were compelled to employ his understudy, Fabrizio Ravanelli, in his place.

There was a time when we tussled with the ethics of this but Ravi’s time with Dundee offered the necessary east coast street cred to fly the batty flag. Fabrizio is a great fella and he even grew a belly, pony tail, and Maglite for his month away. His driving, however is suitably atrocious, though perhaps not as good as Rob’s.


Mi sederò domani su una ciliegia!
And I can't find me gaffa tape with me shirt over me 'ead neither!

Monday 5th March.

We are playing in SOB (Sound of Brasil) tonight in New York City. We have spent a fair bit of time in New York and it is always great to be back here. Tonight is however slightly out of the ordinary as not only is our man in Havana, Dr. Nancy Groce, and our agent, Mitch Greenhill, at the gig;
but so too is our old Mucker John McCusker .

if this sounds a bit clandestine, it is because we are actually more of a spy ring than a music group; a collective of like-minded maniacs, hell-bent on complete domination of the diddly domain: But dinnae tell onybody.

As well as the above-mentioned agents for the triplification of America, Lisa Gutkin of the grammy-award-winning Klezmatics comes along for a nosey and a few points après-ski at first the kettle of fish in the village and then Mona’s for the Monday night soiree.



You ain't seen me - right?

Tuesday, 6th March.

Ostensibly we are off today but we have a recording engagement at the world-famous Electric Nancyland Studios situated in the upper east side of Manhattan. It is here that agent Greenhill is playing a wee bit of guitar on a couple of tracks for the next Battlefield band record. Or perhaps it is really a coded message to all the diddly men worldwide. We may never know, but the fact remains, Mitch is a great guitar player who has been involved with American music for many years so we are very pleased he agreed to play on these tracks.

Wednesday, 7th March.

Again a day off but Celtic are playing A.C. Milan in the champions league. Unfortunately, most of the “normal” television sports channels are showing the English clubs live. Alan and Ravi managed to find the New York Celtic supporters club in the Parlour bar in Midtown manhattan, which was packed with supporters and festooned with scarves. (www.nyceltic.com) An all-around great atmosphere though Celtic lost in extra time.

The rest of us made our way to the 11th street bar where although we never saw the intended game, we did manage a great day out with Photographers Richard A. Smith and Enrico A.C. Milano. (I never found out Enrico’s family name but these are fine fella’s and we managed a rake of pints.)

Thursday, 8th March.

Alan is turning into quite the Internet man and, (in the interest of journalistic balance) he manages to find the New York Rangers supporters club who are showing their UEFA Cup tie with Ossasuna of Pamplona. (www.bigapplebears.com) Perhaps I should say that this is the “Rangers supporters club of New York” as opposed to the “New York Rangers supporters club”: The New York Rangers being one of the local ice hockey teams as opposed to a football club from Glasgow.


...save the world and get sconed!

 

We Three Mosquitoes were unable to make it to the match as we were en route between Chinatown New York and Chinatown Philadelphia where we were to hire a clown car for the next portion of the tour.

The clown car is slower and less comfortable than the ordinary vehicle – this is due to the wheels being neither round nor of uniform size - but it runs on a sophisticated fuel comprised of ethanol and laughing gas and is therefore not only more environmentally friendly, but if one adds fresh cream to the tank, it emits a fantastic form of whipped cream which heightens the senses and makes one feel 'ooteyit' and 'barry'. (Not you Barry)

Firmly ensconsed in our Bozomobile we make our way to Atlantic City and the Donald Trump, Taj Mahal hotel and casino. (www.trumptaj.com) Donald Trump’s family comes from Lewis so we got a good deal on the room, but never won any dosh. There was, however a fine pub nearby which is simply called “Irish Pub”.(www.theirishpub.com) It is open twenty four hours a day and a pint is only $2.50 so everyone’s a winner.