Owen's Birthday and the gig in Ypres. I sang Owen the ComedySportz
birthday song, which he enjoyed (I guess if you've never heard
it before, it's still funny). We watched football (Italy vs.
South Korea) which was (apparently) the most exciting game of
the cup thus far (overtime, with Korea pulling it out with a
beautiful header in the final minutes). Okay...I confess, I have
taken the most PASSING interest in the sport. It's the obsession
here, so...when in Rome, or Belgium as the case may be....
A cat had had kittens in the shed. The runt of the litter, the
cutest & friendliest, Owen named 'Corea'(sic) for the victors
in that morning's cup. Lengthy debate was held as to the logistics
of bringing the kitten on the bus back to Hamburg. In the end,
Owen thinks he will go back in a few month's time, and retrieve
the tiny cutie.
We went to the venue, situated right next to the cathedral, and
got set up. Another outdoor show...more punters, and even more
passersby. This was a two-set deal, and the first set, found
Pat a bit reserved. He was disconcerted by the huge number of
people, yet the mere smattering of applause. We informed him
that everyone was drinking, and therefore, no one had hands free
to clap. Armed with this information (not to mention Pat finding
some kind of undisclosed inspiration in-between sets), the band
launched into the second half in high gear, filling the square
with the 'ROCK show'...a far cry from the more pop-flavored garden
show of two nights before. Beers were being dropped in favor
of clapping and cheering. This was the sound of the band having
fun, and Pat in particular going positively MENTAL. Needless
to say, the band went after the post-show festivities with a
similar fervor to that of the show itself. Max nearly had to
drag Steve from the pub at the end of it. We left Jean Pierre
DJ-ing the night away.
We gave Owen his birthday cake and gift, complete with card (which
I illustrated) signed by all. We had cake, listened to music,
and basically gave the rooster next door a dose of his own medicine,
waking him up at an unGodly hour.
images & text © 2002 Brian Kelly