fatbwoi live @ the cross keys 180611 [the under 10's army]

word up you crazy cats! 

how's it all goin...?! all good i hope...

yesterday was the second day of the cross keys beer and music festival... and therefore time for this one to swoop in and do some thang shakin'... 

shapes - thrown

time - happy

hyphens - full effect

started my set a lil' early as the highly variable weather meant that there was a captive audience... mk was having a gorgeous sunshine/heavy 'matrix' rain split personality kinda day, although scrolling green code and keanu reeves were sadly missing...

opened with the chicken and the god before declaring that the walkway to the exit was now a 'dance-walkway', then executing a neat swing left into the one with the metallica...

martian desert-trek bwoi...

it was round about this time that i noticed the growing ranks of the under 10's army, who were not only showing the adults how the whole 'dance-walkway' thing should be done, but properly havin' it large...

the party was definitely over there, and then there... and then there... some of them were proper whizzing around... this took a bit of esp and lifting of the guitar to ensure no-accidents. the remainder of the u10's army was putting my dance moves to shame... there was some proper funky bogling going on...

dropped the sun-inducing 'Mr E's Beautiful Blues' which gave me an opportunity to whiz into 'Missing'... haven't played that in a while (but it went alright)...

the under 10 army assembles...

did get a bit confused on the exact order of the lyrics in sunny afternoon (for a shocker)... but the people in the audience singing along most-graciously helped me out...

all-in it was a top gig, there was a nice party-vibe to the place (a whole range of fantastic beers on sale) and it was really cool to see the kids 'getting down'...

did get me thinking about extending the fatbwoi army, creating an under 10's division, who when teamed up with fatbwoi gerbil army (the sweetest smelling army in the world) counterparts, would create most-excellent cells around the country ready for world domination...

or something similar (and amusing)

peace-out y'all

the fatbwoi gerbil army...

if i tap on the floor, really loud... he'll probably go away...

b is having a panic... he is in fact the worlds shyest gerbil, his brother is working on 'the tube' (again) - he is probably the world's most persistent gerbil... if its a metal bar, he will destroy it; 'the tube', he will destroy it, and so on and so forth...

thing is what fid has in lean muscular strength, he lacks in technique... there's only one of these gerbils can efficiently destroy a toilet roll, the other one just works his way straight down the middle of the tube and ends up sitting in a giant u-shaped length of cardboard... lame.

b is highly intelligent, if a lil' nervous with it... but is a touch on the feeble side when it comes to traditional gerbil activities like scratching and trying to dig up. much than fid better at crafting a bed though...

the bed making process does not appear to be a democratic one...

it seems like the first gerbil to get bored of running round shocked at the new/clean-ness of everything and stick some bedding down somewhere is the gerbil that decides where the bed is built...

so we can all guess who started the one directly under the water bottle can't we...

word up you crazy cats... this is the fatbwoi gerbil army, the sweetest smelling army in the world*... they like melon and they make a lot of noise.

these are the facts

fid likes a bit of dub, but b is more of a soul man...

they'd generally prefer it it i put the guitar down...

happy time

(*to a given value of sweet not necessarily including what is traditionally regarded as sweet, and also to a given value of world not necessarily representative of the world)

you cannot break this tube...

there is a circle, ok, a ring... you cannot break this ring, well actually its more of a tube... but you cannot break this tube... is it a tube if it has a bulge? a bit like a diamond (mathematical) only smoother? is it a still tube then? for ease of purpose we'll say it is... you cannot break this tube... no matter how much you throw it about... you cannot break this tube... no matter how much you chew it... you cannot break this tube... stick your head through it, all around it from different angles... you cannot break this tube... use you back legs to gain extra purchase... you cannot break this tube... you are a gerbil, and you do a pretty good job of destroying everything... but you cannot break this tube... i have watched you nibble translucent neon hard styrene for fun, coating the floor of your abode with a crazy hyper-colour snow... you cannot break this tube...


but this doesn't stop you trying... and i cannot take the as-yet unbroken tube off you... despite the ridiculous amount of noise you manage to make with it... because, maybe one day you will break the tube, and i for one cannot wait to see the look of gerbil ecstasy on your face when you finally crack it (i think it'll be a bit like melon face)...


but for now, dear fiddy, despite your hardest efforts... you cannot break this tube