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A Hard Day's Night (Show Recap)

Hey Soul Mates,
the sun is shining brightly here in Liverpool today. I'm at the Liverpool Central Library with about 10 minutes to churn this blog out.

We arrived safely on Thursday. I took the wheel of our magic Peugeot and drove us North to Sheffield. The people have been very welcoming and the reception our music got was tremendous. Our debut show at the D 'n' R was short but slamming.

Set list:
Fall Out
Everyone's Ingenue
U Had The £
Everything My Heart Desires
Bad Penny Blues (Gold Digger)
A Talent For Loving


We had quite a few fans from MySpace at the show. So a few people knew our hits. Very cool. The organizer, Hayley and her family were gracious hosts. Thanks for having us on the bill.

From Sheffield we drove through the Peak District. Simply breathtaking views. It's all green here. Billions of shades. We stopped for lunch at the Spring Tavern in tiny Woolley Brigde (pop. 30). Doug got fish & chips, Bryan ordered a cold roast beef sandwich & I had a tasty sausage and cheese baguette. Trad English cuisine.

We've been in Liverpool the last few days. The days are long here. Sun sets around 9:15 PM. And everyone is dressed for clubbing all day long. The Cavern Quarter is solid music. Live venues every 20 feet. The people of Liverpool have a great appreciation for music and musicians. Everyone we've met is surprised we're here. Seems our accents are as thick as theirs.
But Americans in the North! Why Liverpool? One gentleman suggested we were touring "the decrepit cities of England." While it was humorous, I'd disagree. These are lively places. Filled with character and characters.

The Cavern Club itself is amazing. A very loud, smoky, awesome room. We are going to be on the big stage that McCartney performed on a few years back. How cool is that?! Later today, I'm going to see the Beatles' museum right next to our hotel on Albert Dock.

Time's about to run out on the public computer. Oh, this library has got a gorgeous round reading room dating from the late 19th century.

We've added a show in York at a place called the Roman Baths. Apparently a venue/bar situated in an old, you guessed it, Roman Bath. Should have great acoustics. Ha Ha.

I'll try to check in before we leave for York.
From Liverpool With Love

Comments

Anonymous said…
we're loving the news from the old country - what fun - any pix for us to see?

greetings to your new fans!

xxxooo pv
Anonymous said…
I went from The Netherlands all the way to Liverpool to do some research for school. I accidently ended up in the Carvern and saw you guys playing. You were amazing. Back home in Holland I listen to your cd all the time. Visit my little country on the other side of the canal. Play for us in Holland.. please??

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