Another P-laden tour-quibble and subtext diary waxed with er…yet more incomplete aphorisms and somewhat inconsistent sophisms if you like, that’ll make your eyes bleed confound-ly! BEWARE!!!
It may not have been said, but it’s nevertheless a ‘fact’, this inaugural 2005 year a’la Buck have been to say the least crazy, and has reached waaaaaaaay over Buck-camp expectations! And also it's got to be mentioned that it’s been one heck of a year of sloggin’ and hardship too. With all the glories that is Buck Brothers comes an equally hard truth facing up to reality at times, i.e. diplomatically it should be stated here, that it can be rather difficult taking our individual Buck 9to5’s seriously when you’re testing the Buck-bounds of reality 2,3,4 nights a week for the past 6 solid months. But hey, isn’t it a faaaar more alluring and edifying proposition than this corporate 9to5 malarky! INDEED!
ANYWAY>>>
So as we gently and slowly but shorely, or most certainly contemplate the inevitable onslaught of 2006, clamouring for new insights and new ways to make our mere mortal secular existences infinitely better, us Buckies were serving up our last culinary delighted 2005 Buck onslaught!
After stuffing larges amount of turkey and selected xmas stuffing’s or the veggie variety over crimbo us buck girlies were dying to shed-off the added xmas pounds and hit some chords and er..skin again!
Our trusted friend that is our Buck-mobile reached fever pitch of Buck-collective excitements and anticipation to kick out the last jam of the year, spurred on by the ‘Definitive Collection of Foreigners’ blasting out of da hi-fi (while fittingly passing 'Gaydon' town (by no means homophobic!), on our way to Worcester and the Marrs Bar) Jolly marvelous!
Despite Worcester’s small town attitude of laidback slight upper-crust slackers er..that make up for most of them, the place and the result is equally and delicately beguiling and infinitely accessible, especially by it’s music loving Marrs’y attending denizens.
Worcester, and the Marrs Bar in particular have been another Buck home-away-from-home, serving us legendary nights with the equally infamous and Beelzebubs finest ‘Diesel’ beverages. And tonight was certainly no different! Marrsy has always made a habit of confounding expectations er...by being 'predictably' loucious, kicka*se and liver-pounding in excesses!
WE SALUTE YOU MARRSY and it's crazy loving denizens!!
Tonight’s entertainment was an interesting and infectious amalgamation of tunefull-ness in the like of local talents ‘And What Will Be Left Of Them’ and ‘The Cape Of Good Hopes’, and us Buck girlies squeezed in the middle slot for good ol’ measure.
The Capes kicked off the jam in style with their infectious tight-chorded rhythmicness (reminiscent of Trans Am meets Big Black (musos ya know what I am getting at) And a mighty fine solid stew it was too!
Buck stumbled on-stage, hit our per usual chords, but Buck also registered audible amusement, but er…some of these were shall we say slightly ‘special’, 'desperate circumstances', if you catch my drift! Now referring to our per usual onstage oratory banter.
It reached slightly unpalatable proportions (blame the diesel's) while spooning out to the slightly tight-lipped astonished audience on some unedifying and highly un-expurgated subtext, ranging from ‘spraying of seamen over private toilet parts’ to ‘suggestions on checking knickery bits for leaks’!
But hey, don’t we all love the idea of a reality that goes beyond er…experience, adding yet more joyous-mystery and coup de theatre confide to the subversive world that is the Buck!? Indeed! If that makes somewhat P-Sense..er?!
ONWARDS & UPWARDS>>>>
To polish off the diesel-fueled night was the mightier than mighty ‘And what will be left of them’.
Pete (AWWBLOT vocalist and g’tar extraordinaire) blessed with the set of whiskey-a’gravel vocal cords he is, smoothed the audience (and to their blinding set) with an acapella rendition of the all time fave crimbo tune by the Pogues/Kirsty McCall's 'Fairtale of New York', before kickin’ off their set in true exuberant AWWBLOT-stylee.
Serving us their endearing culinary delighted wicked brew such as ‘Kelly wasn’t there’, ‘Vive la revolution’, and kicker*e new efforts from their most recent ep offering ‘L’Amour Violent’ and crowd pleasing ‘Dance, Damn You, Dance’!
It’s beyond da P why AWWBLOT, whose fine-peculiar personal aroma mixed with their even more beguiling and contagious tunes has not been picked up by the majors yet??!!
Buck loves you AWWBLOT-ies!!!
As sleep certainly will seem like an unnecessary curtailment of pleasure, the great finale to the Buck year as well as to this late December night at the Marrs’y proceeded on, filled with yet muuuure high octane fueled inebriate moments. The ever gregarious Andy Buck dished out some memorable quality lines post-gig;
..Talking to local ‘Glitterboy’ (and muchos gracias by the way for lending the Buck girlies yar glittery face spackle! ‘I think this girl really likes you, Andy says to Glitterboy! What girl, Glitterboy replies? That girl over there with the upside down mullet (er..emo haircut that is)! Er, yeah, well…that’s my sister!! DOH! CLASSIC!
Or once back at the chateau Will-Capes and Marrsy Pete and company (post-Marrs’y, appox 11am), a slightly drawn-just woken from oblivion Andy exuberantly uttered ‘oh I like these two micro’s (microwaves machines that is)…(er..wait for it!) (adopts deep sardonic voice) ‘there must have been some cookin’ goin on here’! He he
Andy, you’re a star comic word-wrangling trooper! Love ya Buckie!
In summation, and I think da P speaks for the rest of the Buckies (Andy, Alice & Jack) too!
Buck Brothers absolutely love what we do, creating and sharing and trying to shed some light, hope and sardonic comedic-ness to our beloved Buck-troopers around this mere mortal respiratory globe!
We're merely tryin’ to convey stories/songs in the way you and I would tell our mates a story in our local gaff, with the same kind’s pace and timing, that sense of immediacy, which is more real than our otherwise literary type crafted mass-media, Hello, OK and Hollywood, and all that abstract nonsense exfoliation, protein assimilation and titillation bollo*kz, no one f’in needs, and let alone asks for! (Pardon da P, got off on a slight tangent there! But hey, what da heck!)
As the ol’ adage goes ‘ardent pursuit is always rewarded’, yes, us Buck Brothers have put in some blood, sweat and tear’ed efforts into this Buck venture indeed!
HOWEVER, we can’t thank you Buck-devotees (and all the bands we shared stages, sleep compartments and er..bodily fluids with) enough for your undivided attention and support over course of 2005! It’s been a truly amazing ride in the amusement park a’la Buck! And lets kick off and wish/hope (touchwood!) for an equally Buck-subversive 2006!
LOTS AND TONS OF BUCK LOVE TO YOU ALL!!!
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