On Fri Busted to Oxford on the way up, killed it on the street. Many new freinds and smiles, a guest percussionist all the way from Brazil (check out his styles on the you tube tour vid very soon). Ate hot pasties, shot off to Milton Keynes for a spot of turmeric milk, some mighty samosas and to drop off the newbe. Full throtle through the night up the M1 (47mph) to the very comfortable Herbidacious Villa in Manchester which has become our home from home for the last 4 nights.
Saturday saw us hitting the streets of Leeds for some crazy concrete back chaffing break dancing busking mayhem and then on the the worlds cosiest venue for an up close and personal audience with King Porter Stomp. Best quote of the night goes to the guy from Totnes “Checked you guys out on the internet and saw a slick looking band, got ere and it turns out you’re just a bunch of f**king hippies!”. Wicked night, loadsa fun and reminded us of the good old days.
Sunday we clawed our way into Manchester Arndale centre, 4 miles as the crow flys, for a guerilla busk to a mammouth crowd. Foxy soxy, badger and the artful joller trumped their trunks in style and enlivened the hoards and brightoned the grey day. We got our groove over to Ashton under lyne in the evening for a festive knees up on the most adhesive stage in the business. The Witchwood pub hosted the line up for Mozfest after the council failed them, so big up to them and the Legend Herbidacious for grafting and making it all happen despite all the opposition.
Monday….sore heads….late start. Took a drive up the snake pass to check out the sneeeky peak district, an amble along the Lady Bower reservior and a stumble into a secret raspberry garden. Picking, eating, stained fingers, full bellies and berry pancakes tomoro morning. Swung by a shop in Glossop and the local scally wags shout “It’s that f**king band from town yesterday, he’s that f**king sick rapper!”. The word is spreading, we’re famous in the Peaks, just as well as that’s where we’re heading tommorrow….more soon x