My ongoing mission to see Martyn at FWD>>
Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 11:06 am
So, I missed Martyn's last UK appearance and will be damned if I missed another.
Me and two mates from Bristol jump in my car and we set off. Into possibly the very worst weather conditions (short of a blizzard) to drive to London. Road works and accidents ahoy all the way there. Safe.
Get to London and Junction 1/2 is closed. Safe.
Figure out a way round to find someone got hit by a bus (rip) on the A4 and a massive stretch is closed. No diversion signs. Safe.
End up back tracking for quite a distance the wrong way up a one way road because the police have put fuck all sign up anywhere. Woohoo.
Time starts ticking on and we are still only in Hammersmith, then after frying my brain somewhat with multiple diversions, the correct turning to Shoreditch disappears from Central London and I decide to take the scenic route.
Hour and a half later (4 hours now in total - with no food because the fucking KFC at the service station was rasclart shut) and we get to Shoreditch, park the car and rock upto FWD>> to find a mahusive cue and Sarah Soulja saying to the bouncer don't let anyone else in. Sexcellent.
Fortunately my number one bredbin of the moment Thinking blags onto the guestlist and we rock on in. Kode9 just wraps what I am told was a mind bendingly brilliant set. Quality.
Martyn however saves my night by playing one of the best old school garage and dubstep sets I have ever heard, straight banging it for 2 hours. The man is a legend.
FWD>> closes and we drive back (with appropriate stops for me to take pro plus, drink horrible amounts of coke and eat the moodiest sausage roll from a garage ever....).
6am rolls on and I have dropped everyone in the car off at thier house and I get back to mine to have a shower, iron my shirt and walk to work. In the rain.
And I am in work now.
28 hours without sleep.
Buzzing off caffiene (and I don't ever drink caffiene).
With another 4 and a half hours before I get to walk home. In the rain.
Bottom line is though, it was worth it. Martyn is a don.
Me and two mates from Bristol jump in my car and we set off. Into possibly the very worst weather conditions (short of a blizzard) to drive to London. Road works and accidents ahoy all the way there. Safe.
Get to London and Junction 1/2 is closed. Safe.
Figure out a way round to find someone got hit by a bus (rip) on the A4 and a massive stretch is closed. No diversion signs. Safe.
End up back tracking for quite a distance the wrong way up a one way road because the police have put fuck all sign up anywhere. Woohoo.
Time starts ticking on and we are still only in Hammersmith, then after frying my brain somewhat with multiple diversions, the correct turning to Shoreditch disappears from Central London and I decide to take the scenic route.
Hour and a half later (4 hours now in total - with no food because the fucking KFC at the service station was rasclart shut) and we get to Shoreditch, park the car and rock upto FWD>> to find a mahusive cue and Sarah Soulja saying to the bouncer don't let anyone else in. Sexcellent.
Fortunately my number one bredbin of the moment Thinking blags onto the guestlist and we rock on in. Kode9 just wraps what I am told was a mind bendingly brilliant set. Quality.
Martyn however saves my night by playing one of the best old school garage and dubstep sets I have ever heard, straight banging it for 2 hours. The man is a legend.
FWD>> closes and we drive back (with appropriate stops for me to take pro plus, drink horrible amounts of coke and eat the moodiest sausage roll from a garage ever....).
6am rolls on and I have dropped everyone in the car off at thier house and I get back to mine to have a shower, iron my shirt and walk to work. In the rain.
And I am in work now.
28 hours without sleep.
Buzzing off caffiene (and I don't ever drink caffiene).
With another 4 and a half hours before I get to walk home. In the rain.
Bottom line is though, it was worth it. Martyn is a don.