Got back from Whitby last night, after a long and fun-filled weekend…
Got up early on Friday to finish packing our gear. Poor Volker had to get up at 3.30am to get a plane from Hamburg to Manchester. Andy picked him up there at some ungodly hour while the rest of us hit the road to Whitby. It’s a lovely drive out to there, I love the North Yorkshire moors. We arrived around 12.30, well in advance of the 13.00 load-in time. Unfortunately soundcheck didn’t then start until after 15.00, so we mooched around for a bit at the Pavilion just taking in the vibe.
The PA was very harsh in the mid-range, leading Bob to have to do some serious EQ-ing on the desk, but we got it sounding half-decent. Monitoring was a bit of a pain, but we’ve had worse there too. So we got it all sounding ok and headed off for our hotel in the delightful village of Robin Hood’s Bay to try to get a little sleep before the show. Unfortunately in my room the heating was broken (do we see a pattern here?). This time it was jammed full on, so the place was like a sauna, even with all the windows fully open. I managed to get an hour’s nap, then we headed back to the show.
Got onstage just after 23.00 and I think we rocked out. Felt like a bit of an uphill struggle though, it’s always so hard when we play in the UK. People seemed to really like it, though English Goths don’t tend to jump around much.
We ended up queuing for (not very good) pizza at about 3 in the morning, then headed back to hit the sack.
Next stop: Brazil!