The drive to horsham saw me largely out of action, the previous night of downing wine had left me incapacitated amongst the van festivities. Needless to say the large amount of Van Halen and Wham that graced the vans less than ample speaker system made the journey what it was. After a load of traffic and the rest of the band trying to explain the concept of a bridge to Mark while he rested comfortably in his pants we made it to the venue.
I think our night in Horsham will always be remembered as the night we crossed many a moral boundary. Its debatable as to whether I'm proud of our thoughts and others actions withing the four walls of a Youth center, I think I want to say that I am. Show time rolled around, spirits where high (This was probably a result of moral boundaries that people had crossed earlier) Our last visit to Horsham on the "Fix Up Look Daft Tour" saw us playing two songs then having to cut our set short due to technical difficulties, a gutting thing for anyone to have to do, wed let people down last time and we wanted to make it up with this show. It was insane, kids getting involved, singing lines back to us and not stopping for a breath, reminiscent to what Upton crowds were once like back in the day in our home town, always refreshing to see kids not caring about what the guy stood still next to them thinks and just going to shows to have fun. Rounding the set off engulfed in the sea of kids enjoying the show, while Jack took over the role of guitarist was a high point of the set for me.
[Hyper:Rave] - Amy Can Flyy
After the show, it was all hands on deck down by the merch table, Its always awesome to meet anyone who enjoys what your doing with music but sometimes peoples efforts really stand out and make you realise that following this unconventional path in life is exactly what you should be doing. Met a kid who had travelled down from Manchester to stay with relatives just so he could see us in Horsham, Its an insane idea and I can't really explain how much it means to us when people make any effort, so i wont but thank you so much.
The Nights events involved an empty youth club which was to be our accommodation for the night, two twenty four crates of lager beer and a value bottle of dark rum. Not much of this was left the next morning and my memories of full room ping pop in our pants, later named pant pong and drunken twister will always be memories I will hold close.
To safe this entry becoming to textually epic I'm going to continue in another entry. Keep reading.
