Day three of my three day fanboy traipse around the bottom half of England is closer to home at the Islington Assembly Hall. Apologies in advance for the rambly, mess that this post is, feel free to skip my nonsense and look at the pictures!
Last night, I organised a pre-gig meet-up for coffee and a chat in a café over the road from the venue and a bunch of really lovely folk turned up to kick off a remarkable evening. It was lovely to meet you all (or meet you again to the few I’d met before).
We headed into the venue in time for the support act. The Islington Assembly Hall is a big room, it turns out, too big for Dean Wareham tonight. The venue decided not to open the balcony and instead had put tables around the edge of the hall which were “reserved for people with balcony tickets”!
Support was the lovely Darren Hayman, formerly of Hefner who had arrived with an array of synths, drum machine and a keyboard and played a short but sweet set for the small audience. I think he was relieved when it was over. read on and see more photos
Second night. Finished work, headed home, and bundled Adam into the car to keep me company on the drive to Leamington Spa. Parking, that had been a headache in Brighton (and eventually cost me four quid), was a little easier in Leamington Spa… and free. Arrived just as the support act The Dreaming Spires took to the stage.
The Dreaming Spires played an enjoyable and charming set of rock to the 20 or so folk in the audience. They rather bravely tried to get the tiny audience going in a singalong, with surprisingly (relatively) successful results. They come from Oxfordshire, but I think they might wish they came from 4000 miles west of there.
By the time Dean and band took to the stage the audience had swelled to 30 or 40. The band battled with sound problems but the love and enthusiasm from the audience pulled a great show from them all the same – in Leamington Spa I’m inclined to think that the audience were the fifth member. read more, plus an mp3 and photos
On a whim, and thanks to Hertz doing a £12 a day rental promotion, I headed down to Brighton for my first of three consecutive nights of Dean Wareham shows. The gig was at The Prince Albert, which is next to, actually pretty much under, Brighton station. Arrived just after eight and headed into the upstairs room to find it uncomfortably empty and with no sign of anything happening. Bought myself a ginger beer and headed outside to post a photo of the poster to Instagram & facebook, where the Free Wifi garnered the most attention.
The room was pretty small, and by the time Dean and band took to the stage it was fairly crowded and got quite warm (particularly when the fan was put off when Dean pointed out that Jonathan Richman insists on fans and aircon being turned off – later Dean insisted the fan be put back on pointing out that Jojo didn’t know what he was talking about). read on for photos and video