Awaiting the arrival of their favourite country and western acid house freaks, Bruce and Fran were reassured that even 10,500 miles from their spiritual home in Brixton the 3 still attracted a motley crowd: grizzled men; grizzlier women; grey-haired dads bringing their sons along for enlightenment; fresh-faced (comparatively speaking, of course) newcomers unaware of their [...]
Posts Tagged ‘corner hotel’
Larry, the Reverend, Rock, the Spirit – and Chopper
Posted in Music, melbourne, tagged alabama 3, Chopper Read, collingwood, corner hotel, larry love, melbourne, Music, richmond on April 17, 2009 | 7 Comments »
The Lovely Guy TM (Elbow @ The Corner Hotel)
Posted in Music, expats, melbourne, tagged corner hotel, Elbow, Guy Garvey, melbourne, Music on April 3, 2009 | 3 Comments »
When The Lovely Guy TM is in town you have to mind your manners.
“When is it polite to start asking for requests?” yelled Bruce as the stirring finale to Loneliness Of A Tower Crane Driver faded away.
“I like the cut of your jib,” replied The Lovely Guy TM.
“Switching Off,” came a [...]
The lovely Elbow
Posted in Music, melbourne, tagged corner hotel, Elbow, Guy Garvey, Music, pete turner, richmond, v festival on March 23, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
It’s too late to get tickets for their Corner Hotel show unless anyone fancies forking out hundreds of dollars for a $60 ticket (it would be worth it, mind you) and only the criminally unstable would want to risk what’s left of their sanity to catch an hour of Elbow in the midst of dross such as Snow Patrol, Duffy, Razorlight and their ilk at V, but here’s some words from Guy and Pete anyway
Richmond: the Clapham of the south?
Posted in aussies, drink, melbourne, tagged australia, clapham, corner hotel, drunk, melbourne, Mountain Goat, richmond, toffs, vomit on September 22, 2008 | 3 Comments »
Worse still, it felt like a night out in Clapham, home to the tiresome boors churned out by the UK’s public school system as they spend their first few years post-university chucking up in the street outside bland, uber-chain bars and restaurants, spending the money they’ve earnt at their respective bank / consultancy firm / marketing department on nights out with friends called Squelch and Tiddles while they wait to accrue enough cash to move to a small mansion in the Home Counties and squirt out children called Squiddles and Bump all the while ensuring class hatred bubbles along nicely.

