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What a gay day, I happen to be in Berlin, the weather’s beautiful, but I’m such a pro I’m in my room giving birth to another Log. All hail great Rhino, saviour of us all! Actually I’ve got new trainers, and they’ve given me blisters so I can hardly walk, so my discomfort is your reading dis/pleasure.
Right. You’ll Come Round. Well done and thanks to all of you wot brought it. I have to say it’s not my favourite song by a long way, which was probably the reason it did so good, I should be the bands’ A and R department. Play it to me, if I think it’s crap rush it out! Anyway, what do I know? Well I know about the rest of the shows we did during the summer, and I’m going to tell you what we did ladiesandggentlemenboysandgirlsandqzxxx... After the sheer drudgery of 3 days off in Barcelona, days on topless beaches, Rioja in the Ramblas, you know, hell on earth, we piled into the bus for the Madrid show, another really crap city, possibly my favourite anywhere. This is the last day, which is a pisser. It’s been a real downer losing shows, because the tour has been great. As opposed to having an "opening act" (except for the mighty Hamsters and TPF of course) as in someone alright so the billy isn’t knackered for the main act, all the bands were class in their own way, made everyone work harder, healthy competition in my book. The gig in Madrid was no exception, in a kind of indoor bull ring I suppose it was. The sound was what you’d expect in a building 4 times higher than wide and made of concrete. I, in fact took out my in ear monitors folks, it was that bad. Then do you know what I did? I took them off and jumped up and down on them ‘til they were quite dead, and kicked them off the stage all without missing a note, not that anyone would have noticed if I had, there was so much echo. I’m just so rock and roll… However, I LOVED the gig apart from that, I really think we were the best band on stage that night. I always do actually, but the crowd reaction was definitely strongest for us. I LOVE SPAIN! Can we go back soon please? Pretty please? After saying goodbye to the Trick and the Deeps, home for a couple of days before resuming the English shows, Ipswich first, where Rob and Dawn Green, of Status guitars (which I use, thereby being the Status of Quo) came along for a meeting (well a pint). Between us decided to produce a Signature bass series, don’t know who’s signing it, called appropriately enough the Status anyonecoulddowhatIdoit’sapieceofpiss guitar. Actually the Rhinobass is what it will be called, and I must say I’m immensely flattered. 
Gig was fine, all the good looking young birds seemed to be my side of the stage, though I’m sure that’s a contentious point, you’re all top, how’s that? One of those gigs where it’s on a slight hill, so the audience in front looks like they’re on the piss, if you get my drift. Those Hamster men opening, they are gooood. Also met the lovely Shona, whose birthday it is on Saturday, happy birthday from all of usxxxxx
Epsom. Ah Yes. Took The War dept, Maisie Mae and the dogs to the races, ya... Private box, watching the gee gees. great gig, met the mayor, 14000 punters (literally), poxy stage, good giant screens, it‘s good playing at the races, ’cos all the ladees tend to dress up, high heels etc, I just love them. Finding a pair in my size can be tricky though... shite sound, but didn’t care, really rocked Epsom.
Up to Delamere, got there well early, had a drink with Aunty Pam, Lesley from Oldham and Queen Kim, support was lifelong friend of David Claude Salt, Mr. Mike Peters of the Alarm, and velly velly good he was too. Well, we went on. And it went off. I just don’t understand something. We played there last year. It nearly went off then. Why didn’t they this year have more security people at the gig, and in with the audience to make sure nothing happened? Beats me, it really does. It just puts a damper on proceedings for all of us and some of you that either get clocked or see it happen. Anyway, truly sorry about that. There was a very strange thing happened, though. A woman of about 25, who was standing in front, kept looking at me, sticking her finger into her mouth, then licking her lips, and then putting her tongue in her cheek, a routine she did on a regular basis (or should that be bassist? boom boom). What could she have meant? 
Audley End. What a place! Absolutely magnificent country Estate, beautiful day, and my boys, the mighty TPF supporting me. I tell you, looking at their faces when they walked up on the stage for sound check was a picture. It was like ear to ear grins, then "I want to do this more often" which they will folks. Once again a big thank to our crew, while they didn’t treat them any differently than another support, they were so helpful, really made their day. By the way, our commiserations to Toot, whose dad passed away last Saturday, so he’s obviously not on this trip. Thinking of you mate...
The gig for them was great, I could almost see some of the music going over the crowds’ head! But they are pretty damn good, yeah I’m biased I know, but at least they’re doing something a bit different, and not trying to please anyone else, just like Quo did when they changed direction. Which brings me on to us. I was so tired after my exertions with the TPF, I almost was ready to go home, then remembered we had 8000 Quo mad punters, I must confess to being a little nervous, don’t know why, but we were our usual amazing selves, in fact I was even more amazinger (is that a word etc) than normal, just wanted to show the kids how it’s done. Am I jealous of their youth, talent and looks? Oh no... That’s all for now, just to wet your appetite for whatever it needs wetting with, oh look you’ve got me all wet now. Jeff Rich is a wanker! Check ES all areas book for details. Mind you, so am I... Rhinoxcxxxxzxxxx To Rhino's Tourlog Index |
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