This review taken from HermAphrodite #5.

Subject:

is it safe to use those toys ? are we allowed to make that noise ?

Date:

Fri, 22 May 1998 15:11:43 +0100

From:

I.C.Adam@durham.ac.uk

To:

pol6pmh@leeds.ac.uk

Behold: some handy hints, as gleaned from my luvverly gig night out, on the 21st of May at M'brough Arena...

- a student organised benefit gig held for the campaign against tuition fees is a very good idea, and heartily recommended

- similarly, a line-up which includes Marion and The Beekeepers is a very good idea, and heartily recommended ( and not *solely* for the comic potential in having two singing Jamies... )

- venues tend to be packed if some sort of publicity is utilised with regards to the entertainments on offer; for example a student organised benefit gig held for the campaign against tuition fees with Marion and The Beekeepers

- at such an evening, no matter my monetary situation, I am still astonishingly likely to be really very happy. merry even.

->

I became convinced, getting dressed for the evening, that my claret velvet trousers in combination with my fitted green suede jacket made me look like a Merry Man. Opinion was divided on the veracity of this observation - though it was pointed out that not even Robin Hood ever had in his possession a silver spangly shirt.

( me - "So what you're saying is that he wasn't in Slade ?"

Julian - "Yeah. You try getting about a forest in platforms..." )

- never let me get to a point with my 'budgeting' whereby i am left with half a box of corn-flakes, 6 jaffa cakes and some mouldy jam, along with just under eighty pence, to survive me for 9 days

- if you're accosted by me to buy a fanzine when I really truly am in this destitute situation please feel inclined to buy one ( because happiness is cheap at only three pounds, and it's not like you're getting tat for your money is it...? )

i don't care if you ( claim to ) have no money

-> sell one of your guitars

- if you're going to send me off in the direction of your tour-manager on the grounds that he has money and will happily buy a fanzine then do so because he truly will, and not because you're trying to disentangle yourself from me

i can tell

- do give me money because you feel sorry for me

( thankyou nice marion boss joe moss man )

- do let me at your rider because you feel sorry for me

( thankyou nice jaime marion man )

- if i ask you to write a song about me, don't have it one that centres around the key-lines of 'isabelle / i won't buy a fanzine...'

( yeah. thankyou gaz )

- only if you have ultimate editorial control over your journalistic work can you afford to blatantly ignore two of the bands on the bill you're supposed to be there to review and spend your time accosting 'innocent' members of the public for money

- don't, if you have the chance, spend a marion set sitting in your dressing-room doing the crossword in a fanzine you refuse to pay for... ...honestly

- fret not over rumours that Marion have lost their live effervescence; they soared over the 'intimate' crowd in a manner most exhilarating

- similarly, fret not over any insinuation that their new material lacks an essence that the other stuff does... ...‘Sparkle’ does just that...

- always try to write songs with the lyrical kick and sonic punch of 'Toys For Boys'. and always deliver it Like That live.

- instigating a line-up situation which means that The Beekeepers end up being SUPPORTED by Marion ( apparently because Marion want to go home early and go sleep... ) is highly recommended purely because it entertains me hugely

- go and see The Beekeepers live. they rock.

( though, constant reader, i'm sure you are WELL aware of that by this point )

oh, and their new stuff’s pretty darn fine too...

- if you're in the photographer's pit heading for the other side of the stage, and the lead singer makes as though to move towards the barrier, you would do well to pause and wait for said person to get back onstage before continuing along your way, rather than sensing an impasse solution and, ahem, ducking under his legs to get past. because you could hurt yourself by attempting such an action. and because being between the legs of a notorious (theoretical-) tart is somewhat compromising place for a young lady

- try to remember where you left your dignity and regain it before the evening is out

and then hug everyone you can find...

- try and remember that coming home you decided to remove the security risk that was the traffic cone from your flat's front door and then decided to tidy it away in the cupboard under the sink. tiddly-pom? me?

- remember your conclusion that such a night, that seems pretty much perfect in a hazy kind of way, would be even better if you could REMEMBER EVERYTHING IN IT

heh-heh

loveme

Last revised: 27/07/01