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But wait, it gets worse...
So we get back from Europe with Oi Polloi and I find out that my car has been sold by the insurance company. (See, some young neer to well tried to jack it the night before we left on tour. Tried and failed but busted the door, the steering column and the ignition. So we had it towed at the last minute and then whisked off on a truly ridiculous tour.) So stuck in Edinburgh, we figured it would actually be cheaper to rent a car than all take the train, so Sėne and I went and did that. We were so tired and got all lost in Leith. I think Sėne was hallucinating with exhaustion at this point.
We stuffed five of us and the guitars in the little golf cart that they rented us and drove to Glasgow. When we arrived at the 13th Note, no show! We knew Oi Polloi would be cancelling, but Atomgewitter also cancelled and so no backline. I started desperately calling around and finally got in touch with the Atomgewitter lads and they kindly offered to lend us some drums. This was good cause a few people drove all the way from Skye to see the show. When Atomgewitter shows up we greet them with (metaphorical) sloppy kisses - until we realized that they have no cymbals.
Fortunately a friend of mine brought along a friend of hers who lives around the corner and might have some cymbals. So we drive to his house and we find three cymbals that might work, but no hi-hat clutch. Back at the club, we duct-tape the hi-hats on and get ready to rock. Now here I should say that Sėne, Sgrios and I were so tired and sick and hallucinatory, that we did not actually believe we were playing a punk show, but that we were a cat, a mouse, and a big fluffy dog on a charming adventure trying to find our way back to Jenny and Tommy in their big house by the sea (in Scottish Gaelic with subtitles).
Not many people showed up because the other two bands cancelled and everyone thought the show was off, but we played for a couple dozen of our friends and had a great time. Atomgewitter was quite drunk and silly which added to the spectacle of degradation. They ended the show by playing an encore for us, a cover of an Oi Polloi song. So it all worked out in the end.
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