It all began, of course, with me flying to the UK and spending a few days prior to the shows with calove and her family, my home away from home. We had a few lovely, relaxed days together; went on a fruitless expedition to Ikea; and then on Thursday, she dropped me off at the station and I took the train up to London. Arriving at the hotel, I found roissy0 already ensconced in our room, and left her there to catch up on some sleep while I went out to sample the big city delights. We had sort of made arrangements to meet up with anonypooh and pohewa at Earl's Court tube station later in the afternoon\early evening, and although they were delayed by traffic or some such, managed to hook up with them easily enough – Sherry, who had met Julia in New York, had said to watch out for 'the bouncy one', and so they were speedily spotted. From there, it was only a short walk to The Troubadour, and as it was a nice day out, we sat outside drinking Pimm's and lemonade
and indulging in an assortment of sweets and savoury dishes, with me, feeling adventurous, ordering their “roadkill chilli”
just to see what it looked like. Although jokes were made as to the precise nature of the meat involved in the creation of the dish, consensus being reached on rat, it tasted fine and the plate was soon empty. All the while, we thought we were hearing soundcheck noises, but it was only the radio...
When it became too cold outside, we moved back in and were amazed to see that the place had filled up quite a bit in so short a time. We had just about enough time to put up a few flyers in the window and greet a few known faces when it was announced that we could go downstairs. At first, we took up a strategic position on the fire escape, but before too long, the others moved to a niche at the back of the room while I somehow managed to find a space in the front row, in time for Corn Mo's first appearance on stage. The audience didn't seem to know what to make of him at first, but the quirky nature of his songs and his honest delivery soon won them –and me- over (Julia, of course, already knew what to expect), and his last song, a rocked up version of Hawa Nagila, received thunderous applause.
Then, CoRo came on, opening the set with Day For A Day, and from the very first note, they were rocking. The energy and sheer exuberance they bring to each of their performances is such a pleasure to behold, which isn't in the least bit marred by Eric's frequent tuning sessions. After all, these offer the perfect opportunity for Adam's witty banter and to the point remarks, while Jordan smiles benignly in the background.
The setlist for that first night, entitled We Are The Fat Kid, a reference to the upcoming festival of Pesach, I believe, contained a fair mix of old and new favourites, with the new ones including Auctioneer, Surround Face, and 92 Mikes...and my absolute favourite of the night: Adam's solo Tired/Sad delivered a cappella to a dead hush from the audience.
As usual, they made their way to the back of the crowd to perform their last song, Cinematographer; and then it was over, but not quite – they came back out and mingled, chatting animatedly to their fans and posing for photographs in an utterly relaxed atmosphere, with Corn Mo joining in as well. I've already mentioned my convo with Eric, so I won't repeat it here – it was mostly tosh about facial hair, busking, and venue sound quality anyway.
Pictures in this post courtesy of anonypooh's shutterfly album, which I hope she'll forgive me for pilfering.