blimey, what an outstanding weekend that was. Started with what was meant to be a quiet on friday saving energy for river party on saturday night. Didn't happen like that though, ended up at pub, then gig at gloucester that a mate played. Was bloody good, they were really tight. I was a mess. I remember it all. I wish I was one of those people that forget stuff that happens when they're pissed. Somehow managed to decorate my hat for the river party on saturday after I got home, there was to be a prize for the best hat. I woke up covered in glue.
Saturday was quality. Overslept on a account of hat antics, but still managed to get down to the studio to get soundsystem, load it into my mates van and send him on his way to meet my brothers boat, and start setting up near bristol on the avon. I left like 3 hours after my mate with the p.a, but somehow still beat him to the permanent mooring that we were meeting the boat at. Then we loaded my bro's boat up like a raft full of refugees and sailed to the party site, where we met 5 other boats.
Within about an hour we had the sounds blaring and everyone was happy. Except for one problem. Due to a rediculous breakdown in communications there was only 1 deck. Fuck.
Fortunately, my mate Rob (a.k.a the steel cube) doesn't need decks, he's a laptop master with some nifty kit he used to use for big free parties in holland, so we kept him supplied and he bashed out a monster 6 hour set, which admittedly left his eyes rolling and his feet faltering, but damn was it good. We followed this with a recording of one of cklarock's mixes, which went down a treat, and helped fill time till we managed to persuade someone else to get it together enough to use Rob's fancy compooper stuff.
I won the hat competition, which some say was rigged as my girl was a judge, but really, it was a fucking good hat. Actually I shared first prize with an ex of the cube's, who we have dubbed crazy susan. She wore a crown, which was cool. Unfortunately she spent the whole night telling a party full of people she didn't know how sad we all all were, and how fucking cool she was. Not to mention being really rude to my mate Dave, who is the most defenceless bloke you'll ever meet. He came up with the best response to her all evening, during a rant about him not rolling a spliff for her when she demanded it. He suddenly broke into a huge smile when she asked why he wasn't fussed by her, and he said 'cos you are mad! You are the maddest person I've ever met!" Which, if you knew Dave, you'd realise was a pretty strong statement. Shortly after that she was seen to be lying next to the fire, legs akimbo, rubbing her crotch. I missed that, as I was dancing with the stars by then. Quite glad really, the surrender of others dignity makes me feel uncomfortable.
I had a wonderous time of it. I was far too excited to remember to use my camera all night thanks to some lovely beans that just seemed to make the party go with a bang. They were slightly trippy, and with the full moon and clear sky I spent a long time staring at my twikly friends the stars dancing with me. It was special.
The party was at this mooring on the avon that you can only get to by towpath or boat, no road, and it was miles from anywhere, so no worries with old bill. However, it turned out the next day that it was next to a steam train line, and at about 10 am we were disturbed by a train load of tourists/pensioners/joe public trying to access the mooring to meet a tour boat. so weird. We were all clearly shady from the night b4, and had to deal with some dude in a bear outfit reading stories to children right by where we were all recovering our senses. Now, the night b4 that could have been fun, but by the grey light of 10 I was definitely having a naked lunch moment.
Apart from that, and the deck thing, the party was ace. We didn't lose anyone in the river, tho my mate gyro did try to take a dingy back down the river to meet a mate, but cast off before trying to start the motor, which didn't work. Nothing funnier than watching a wasted Gyro trying to start a motor at 2am, giving up then trying to row, then floating off towards bristol. Thankfully some kind hearted boat people further down river rescued him, pulled him out of the boat, drove him to where he could walk back from, and rowed the dingy back up river to us. Lovely people. What a novice.
Anyhow, pictures will be posted when I get them off someone whos mind was present. My brain has nearly reformed after running screaming into the hills at some point on saturday night/sunday morning. I'm hoping to return my concepts to it when ever I manage to find the bucket I left them in.
Saturday was quality. Overslept on a account of hat antics, but still managed to get down to the studio to get soundsystem, load it into my mates van and send him on his way to meet my brothers boat, and start setting up near bristol on the avon. I left like 3 hours after my mate with the p.a, but somehow still beat him to the permanent mooring that we were meeting the boat at. Then we loaded my bro's boat up like a raft full of refugees and sailed to the party site, where we met 5 other boats.
Within about an hour we had the sounds blaring and everyone was happy. Except for one problem. Due to a rediculous breakdown in communications there was only 1 deck. Fuck.
Fortunately, my mate Rob (a.k.a the steel cube) doesn't need decks, he's a laptop master with some nifty kit he used to use for big free parties in holland, so we kept him supplied and he bashed out a monster 6 hour set, which admittedly left his eyes rolling and his feet faltering, but damn was it good. We followed this with a recording of one of cklarock's mixes, which went down a treat, and helped fill time till we managed to persuade someone else to get it together enough to use Rob's fancy compooper stuff.
I won the hat competition, which some say was rigged as my girl was a judge, but really, it was a fucking good hat. Actually I shared first prize with an ex of the cube's, who we have dubbed crazy susan. She wore a crown, which was cool. Unfortunately she spent the whole night telling a party full of people she didn't know how sad we all all were, and how fucking cool she was. Not to mention being really rude to my mate Dave, who is the most defenceless bloke you'll ever meet. He came up with the best response to her all evening, during a rant about him not rolling a spliff for her when she demanded it. He suddenly broke into a huge smile when she asked why he wasn't fussed by her, and he said 'cos you are mad! You are the maddest person I've ever met!" Which, if you knew Dave, you'd realise was a pretty strong statement. Shortly after that she was seen to be lying next to the fire, legs akimbo, rubbing her crotch. I missed that, as I was dancing with the stars by then. Quite glad really, the surrender of others dignity makes me feel uncomfortable.
I had a wonderous time of it. I was far too excited to remember to use my camera all night thanks to some lovely beans that just seemed to make the party go with a bang. They were slightly trippy, and with the full moon and clear sky I spent a long time staring at my twikly friends the stars dancing with me. It was special.
The party was at this mooring on the avon that you can only get to by towpath or boat, no road, and it was miles from anywhere, so no worries with old bill. However, it turned out the next day that it was next to a steam train line, and at about 10 am we were disturbed by a train load of tourists/pensioners/joe public trying to access the mooring to meet a tour boat. so weird. We were all clearly shady from the night b4, and had to deal with some dude in a bear outfit reading stories to children right by where we were all recovering our senses. Now, the night b4 that could have been fun, but by the grey light of 10 I was definitely having a naked lunch moment.
Apart from that, and the deck thing, the party was ace. We didn't lose anyone in the river, tho my mate gyro did try to take a dingy back down the river to meet a mate, but cast off before trying to start the motor, which didn't work. Nothing funnier than watching a wasted Gyro trying to start a motor at 2am, giving up then trying to row, then floating off towards bristol. Thankfully some kind hearted boat people further down river rescued him, pulled him out of the boat, drove him to where he could walk back from, and rowed the dingy back up river to us. Lovely people. What a novice.
Anyhow, pictures will be posted when I get them off someone whos mind was present. My brain has nearly reformed after running screaming into the hills at some point on saturday night/sunday morning. I'm hoping to return my concepts to it when ever I manage to find the bucket I left them in.
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thank you so much for lovely comments of late. a party... that's the ticket!