Tour Diary: Curse Of Lono - Day Six
Curse Of Lono return with day six of their exclusive peek into their life on the road. Drummer Neil Findlay is shining a light into the dark recesses of the reality of a touring band. Supporting country rockers Uncle Lucius, they're taking in Europe and the UK. Join us for their trials, tribulations, and highs. You can find loads of things about the band on their website.
Today's diary entry is subtitled: The Day Of The Living Dead
It's a difficult start to the day. I've had one hour’s sleep and I awake in our ship cabin to the sounds of an announcement which seems to be coming from a speaker above my head. The speaker appears to have been borrowed from Spinal Tap as the volume seems to be turned all the way up to 11. I swap my shock for confusion. Didn't I just make it to bed an hour ago? I confirm this is definitely my bed and I'm still in my costume. Today is the actual day of Halloween and I've quickly decided the costume is staying on. They did too good a job on my face paint art last night to take it off so I decide to spend the day being stared at whilst scaring people. I'm glad to see some members of the band have had the same thoughts as Joe appears still dressed in last night’s wrestling outfit complete with face paint, wig and lycra.
A short while later, upon trying to confusingly muster ourselves in the car deck, Joe comes to the realisation that the bass guitar he took to his cabin to practice the Uncle Lucius set has somehow left his person and a frantic 25-minute white-knuckle search of the ferry begins. Underneath his face paint I can see his wide-eyed terror at the possibility that the bass has gone forever. One last final check of his cabin reveals the missing article under his cabin bed. His heart rate stabilised, we welcome ourselves back to the UK as Hull appears through the early morning mist. Unsurprisingly, the Lono tourbus is the last vehicle to roll off the ferry.
Before long, we're on the motorway and it takes a second to see through the hangover and realise we are actually driving on the right side of the road again. Mark is behind the wheel and, as usual, very firmly on the case. We arrive in Sheffield a short while later for tonight’s show. We're very early and have a few hours to waste in town before we check into the hotel. Dressed in costume, we set up camp at a side street cafe and get some puzzled stares from the confused locals. I like it although I hope I'm not set upon for being mistaken as a killer clown.
After a few hours of hanging around the hotel, it's over to tonight’s venue, The Greystones in Sheffield. A strange sense of deja vu comes over me as we pull into the car park and I realise that I've previously played this excellent venue with another band on another tour a few years back. It's a mid sized seated auditorium with a small stage and excellent in house PA. I can feel the effects of only having had a few hours sleep start to deplete my batteries and I decide to keep my caffeine levels up with several large coffees. It's not long before I'm backstage with the band dressed in full ghoul costume, dangerously caffeinated and ready to rock! Happy Halloween!
We enjoy tonight immensely. The attentive audience seem to get into our set early and I can see the first few rows of seats beginning to move. Enjoying an amazing reaction, we are energised by the audience and after what seems like too short a time, our set comes to a close. I'd have been happy to play all night but our fellow performers Uncle Lucius are on next and they've fast become my new favourite band. Truly amazing guys and incredible musicians. I'm enjoying every moment with them.
Tonight it's all back to the Travelodge for a well deserved rest. The Lucius boys are based out of a Birmingham hotel for the next few nights, allowing them to set up camp for a few days and enjoy a bit of 'feet on the ground' time, another rarity on tour. Our suitcases haven't stopped moving over the past week, yet I'm the nomadic lifestyle of the travelling musician. It's why I signed up for this life in the first place. The strange familiarity of wakening up in a generic hotel room in a different part of the country every morning for weeks at a time is not something I personally tire of easily. Many musicians detest the touring lifestyle but for me, it's all part of the fun. The hours are long, unsociable and challenging but if it wasn't a lot of fun along the way, none of us would do this.
My battery levels are flashing red warning lights as I finally clean the ghoul paint from my face and slide into a warm, comfy hotel bed. I'm officially pronouncing myself dead as I float into a deep unconsciousness to join the ghosts.