Sea legs.

Do you remember the first time? I do, it was last night and it happened on a boat.

Why wait so long you ask? Well we wanted it to be special and boy was it.

The 1st ClubRunningClub was on board a vessel which appeared dry-docked, but as the Thames closed in became surprisingly mobile. So much so that  punning sensation Steve from Rhyl’s missus* had to abandon ship, which I must say crossed my mind at one point, but we hadn’t actually played yet.

Things kicked off well with Acoustic Jim, who apologised for having no bass player as he was apparently ‘sh**ging his way round Uganda, or Uruguay’ – they couldn’t be sure which. We then had soothing Germanic harmonies from Wide Sea – very on message for this nautical night, and the raucous Motorcycle Display Team – who climaxed with an inspired version of Bowie’s Let’s Dance. And why not?

But this was not just a night of firsts. It was also the emotional return of Mr Leon Cave- who hadn’t joined the navy like he’d told us, just moved to Highgate. Drummers eh?

All in all this was very encouraging.

So much so in fact that we’re now actually organising our official album launch party. We’ll let you know as soon as we have the details, but if we book it, it has to be finished!

The question remains however, if the second album is meant to be the ‘difficult’ one, does that mean this one was easy?

Viva la Club

*Sorry for naming you as so Laura, but I wanted to get a link to the pun blog in there.

Vauxhall and We.

Yes it’s true, it’s all true. This very evening Running Club are launching our very first ClubRunningClub, and it’s going to be a proper humdinger.

There’s going to be 4 bands for £3, and although I’m no mathematician in these times of austerity, economic turbulence and financial armageddon that is one hell of an equation you’re looking at right there.

There will be drinks offers, there will be an eclectic jukebox, and there is a very real chance the ship’s captain will have a navy flashback and set sail for Argentina to ‘do his bit’.

Oh and one more thing, you might be a little shocked to see the man holding the drum sticks tonight. I will say no more. Other than it’s not Xande.

So dig out your sowester, squeeze into your bell-bottoms and prepare for what promises to be the best live music event on a boat on the Thames, this evening.

ClubRunningClub

Go cruising in Vauxhall

EVENT DETAILS HERE.

Time gentlemen, please

Last time we spoke, I said we’d be knuckling down in the studio to ensure there was no repeat of the under-par Running Club some of you witnessed recently at the Dublin Castle.

This we did.

What we coudn’t plan for however, was the bombshell waiting for us before the last song of our set at the Borderline this Saturday.

The evening hadn’t started well, when a missed left-turn took us into the heart of darkness that is Oxford Street three weeks before Christmas, and getting worse when we hit a parked car because we were talking over the parking sensor. Don’t worry, no one saw it.

Warming-up back-stage, which essentially means fighting over the free beer while Xande regales us with stories of corrupt Rio police, and how not to impress women while in a moving car, the stand-in horn player we’d only just met assured us he knew the songs. Apparently listening in school and ‘practicing’ means you can say such things with confidence.

As we nervously took to the stage, our trepidation turned quickly to triumph as the big-sound arrived in spades – which reminds me, when you get your copy of the album, play it as loud as possible. I insist.

So what of our bombshell? Well, before we could play a single note of our last song, a rousing finale of Hurricanes, we were told in no uncertain terms that we could not in fact play it as our time was up. And that was that. The fat lady had apparently sung. Off you go now chaps.

If this had happened at the Dublin Castle, we’d probabaly have been relieved. But we were back to our very best, and bloody hell, I really wanted to play Hurricanes.

Always leave them wanting more, they say. Well in 2012 my friends, you shall have more, lots more.

Until then.

Adam