Surprisingly enough, I think this was the first time I’ve ever watched The Wizard of Oz.
It was on TV over Christmas and I recorded it to watch at my leisure, which in this case meant watching it while lounging semi-comatose on the sofa suffering from a seasonal excess of food and drink.
It’s a Saturday in mid-December which can only mean one thing, New Model Army at Rock City.
We headed up early and popped in to Spanky Van Dyke’s for a pre-gig burger, and were lined up outside Rock City by 5:15 ready for the doors to open at 6. We were one of the first through the doors and headed down to the front, not realising early enough that we were stood in front of the aircon and would spend the rest of the night freezing cold.
The gig started out with a Justin and Dean acoustic set slowing building up to the full-band lineup, before the first break. The second set was a more normal affair. We got one new song during the first set, Die Trying, and the promise of the release of a new album at some point in the next year or so, they aren’t rushing things. By the sound of it we’ll be back at Rock City again next year, most likely on the the 10th of December.
You Weren’t There
March in September
No Greater Love
Nothing Dies Easy
Orange Tree Roads
No Mirror, No Shadow
One of the Chosen
Another Imperial Day
Between Dog and Wolf
Get Me Out
Wonderful Way to Go
Green and Grey
I Love the World
Two hours of music, bad jokes, Christmas carols, more music, and a few more bad jokes. It’s not often that you sing Hark! The Herald Angels Sing to the tune of What Shall We Do with the Drunken Sailor.
Wet and windy Sunday afternoons are the perfect time to cross a few films off the list.
Hopefully the first of two films I’ll cross off the list today.
Another Hitchcock film crossed off the list. Will I manage to spot his cameo or not?
The gig was part of the first half of Bellowhead’s farewell tour, a fairly drawn out affair which eventually finishes in Oxford next May.
Bellowhead appeared on stage just after 9, and stormed their way through a near two hour long set, culminating with a low-key rendition of Richard Thompson’s Down Where the Drunkards Roll, something apparently performed at their first ever gig.
Once we made it out of the venue we ambled round to a pre-arranged pub for a post-gig session featuring a few of the band plus assorted hangers on. Some of the band played, some propped up the bar, and some were elsewhere. We managed to drink all of the beer on tap before everything wrapped up at about 1am.
Another day, another film to cross off the list. A reasonably early start needed as this is over three hours long.
An enjoyable courtroom drama with James Stewart battling George C Scott.
Despite being 20 years older, this was of much better quality than the Wages of Fear DVD I tried to watch before.
A fairly enjoyable film.