We had so many interviews this day I can’t even remember them. The standard questions (how did the band form, where did the TVs come from) are getting easy to answer. Then we went to our venue which was in the Basement of a club – sorry, pub – called Hope & Anchor. The venue was called The Sausage Machine. It was small, and at 9:30 it was already packed. We were the only band playing. All our equipment was set up and we had a bunch of TVs set up on the stage – it looked like Man or Astroman was playing. A guy called up and asked if Poster Children were playing, much to the amusement of the soundguy. People were staring at the TVs, an hour before the show. By 10pm I noticed people leaving (we were standing outside because it was hotter than the Bubble in the club) and I went downstairs to find out why and saw a small “Sold Out” sign above the entrance. Talk about Hype. Salaryman’s first London show was Sold Out!
The Bubble
Today we had a photo shoot for a magazine called “Dazed and Confused.” The photographer wanted to scout out a location for a shoot so we suggested that we try out the big inflatable Bubble we saw down the street from us. It looked like a one of those huge things that they inflate for kids and kids jump around inside, except it was bigger than a house. What it turned out to be was an incredible art project, meant for kids and adults to walk around inside. The inside was like being in a dream, completely indescribable. It was like being on the inside of a tomato – or maybe a bunch of different colored peppers connected together. The different colors of each plastic room were so vibrant that they caused your eyes to do weird overcompensating things, and Rick said he could feel each color affecting him differently; you know, like when you put a prisoner in a pink room he calms down. Rick said that when he spent a bit of time in a red area of the Bubble, he felt like wringing someone’s neck after a while. I only felt really, really hot, because it was about 125 degrees inside the Bubble. It was about 90 degrees outside.
Pink Floyd-esque music oozed from hidden speakers inside. The only problem was that the Caretakers of the Bubble didn’t want to let us in at first because they had a photo shoot for ELLE magazine just a while ago and the models ripped part of the Bubble with their high heels. They didn’t want the artist to be taken advantage of; the Bubble used just for other artist’s and photographer’s backdrops. I totally understood, but I’m glad they let us in.
Sold Out
I guess the show went well, because people really complimented us afterwards. One guy said “That was the most beautiful music I’ve ever heard.” Wyndham, our English City Slang Rep was really, really happy with us – said we did everything he could have asked for, and said that he didn’t have to feel like a fool for hyping us to everyone. It was really warm in the club. I think we were all pretty much out of our minds by the time the set was over. Rick spent half of one song wiping off the puddles of sweat from his keyboard. The TV spoke a bit too softly, I’m told, but at least we did get some reception. I suppose the show went well!
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