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[Flash@TMB]

The following is an extract from The Pills tour diary:

Friday, May 28 2004, Aberdeen, Scotland

They are certainly not hurting for sheep in the North of Scotland. Our man, Mark, met us at the train station and took us to The Moorings, which is a club right down on the docks. There was a big old ship docked right out front and when we entered the bar at around 5:00 PM, it was packed with psychedelic pirates---friendly ones, though. We climbed up on the stage (which had a sign on the front that said "No assholes on stage"---that'll stop you in your tracks) and started to muck around on the other band's gear. As soon as we actually started playing a song, one of the pirates flung himself onto the dancefloor and started making vaguely positive motions. A minute later, he dove headfirst onto the bouncer and got thrown out the front door. Not bad for soundcheck.

The gig was great. There was a local band on and then Josephine from Glasgow, who I just love. We played last and our set was very well received. It was a great way to end the tour, with everyone going mad for our set, and we played really well. We were supposed to be recording a live album, but the guy who did sound was mixing from his laptop (something I've never seen before) and none of us could even fathom how to take a line out to a recorder so that idea was scrapped.

Even better than the gig was the hang afterwards. We all got way shitty and they had the coolest jukebox. I sampled some of the fine amber liquids indigenous to the region; Glenfidditch, Glen Morrow, Glen Campbell, etc. They all tasted like licking a carpet to me (I'd like to be a Scotch drinker, and I keep trying, but I do not get it). Interesting fact: they don't call it "Scotch" in Scotland, do they? I found "Massachusetts" by the Bee Gees on the jukebox and drank several tequila shots with this Portuguese guy. Then, I tried to convert the Scottish to bourbon, but it didn't take.

I slept at the promoter's house---in one of his kid's rooms, but at some point in the morning moved out to a hammock in the back yard. It was in this beautiful little grove of trees and I nodded off. When I woke up there was a family of bunnies munching on grass nearby. Now, that's rock 'n' roll.

[RF Scott]

Mucking around on other bands' gear! How rude.

[Flash@TMB]

Originally Posted by RF Scott

Mucking around on other bands' gear! How rude.

He means the house backline.

[RF Scott]

Thats okay then!

sounds like an accurate moorings review. i wish there were more moorings gigs, they are all good fun (even for us sober non-pirate types)