I never cared for Morcheeba – at all. I liked a lot of the stuff around them but just never gave them much notice. Probably because working in music stores in the late 90s and early 2000s it was smart to separate yourself from a lot of what you had to play instore. So I was curious enough about a Morcheeba show in 2014. Would it be a disaster? Who would even attend? Turns out it was packed and the band was very good – in that they sounded amazing. The songs were dated, kinda awful, not really there, but you couldn’t fault the playing. And the crowd loved it. So, a success – I guess. And I (grudgingly) said so.
It was a rubbish night though. Katy and Oscar had gone up to stay at the inlaws. Cos I was out at the gig. But before the gig I had had to wait for a phoner with Steve Earle which kept getting postponed, and then just didn’t happen. Then I taxied down to the bar to set up for my (then regular) late night DJ set. I got set up, and went to the venue for the Morcheeba gig. All good and then back to the pub to start playing some records. It was packed – and a great vibe and yet no sound came out. I could listen to records through the phones, could cue anything up – but no sound in the bar. They were busy and took ages to address it. They had no solution. They’d been paying in cash and didn’t want to offer up any money, nor tell me to go. I ended up, an excruciating 90 minutes later (90 minutes after trying every possible connection and alternative) making the decision to leave. The guy running things that night told me he was sure the manager would “sort” me.
I had to pay for a cab home with my records – to a lonely house. And after a year of trying for reimbursement for a gig that never quite happened (I just wanted to be paid for my time – not the whole gig) I am still waiting. That was the last time I played (or rather didn’t) at that bar too. I kept being strung along with promises to play there again soon, that things would get “sorted”. They never did.
So it was a strange night. I missed an interview I would have loved I’m sure, lost a gig I loved doing, never got paid for it after being promised that I’d be “sorted”…but hey I got to see Morcheeba. Gah! Talk about having your time thoroughly wasted. Well, I guess I just have – wasting yours in return. Hey, it’s all part of the process…
Stubs is an occasional feature here at Off The Tracks – looking back through the ticket-stub box and remembering how the show went down.