Dirty Pretty Things…again

I’m getting sick of blogging about concerts (four in the last month) so I’ll try to keep this short enough.

On Monday I went to see Dirty Pretty Things for the second time.

I was to meet with people I either knew from the last gig, or PeteDohertyForum. Having met the band last time, we were hoping to get lucky again and get more pictures or autographs. Time passed, the doors were due to open, and no luck.

So we were in watching the support band when the person beside me says “Is that Anthony?”. There he stood, the guitarist from DPT, so we went up for a chat, handshake, and autograph. He was very nice, and seemed really into the band that were playing. However, the fact that he was out there instead of in with his own band was a bit worrying. Rumour had it there were tensions in the band, and this wouldn’t be surprising, since this is their last tour before they split up.

The support acts were pretty good actually. But does anyone ever really care that much for the support?

DPT came on and were fucking great. The crowd were a bit subdued at the start, but soon enough it got going and it was actually pretty rough, which I think is a good thing (within reason obviously) and we were right at the barrier at the front.

The last song they played was actually by Carl’s (lead singer and guitarist) old band, The Libertines, called “I Get Along” which was amazing, everyone went pretty mental hearing that song.

My friend got the setlist, (and according to that they hadn’t planned on doing the Libertines song) and I got Carl’s (the lead singer) bottle of beer, of which he’d only drank a little bit, so free beer for me!

So we were waiting outside for some of our party to be collected, when out walks the drummer (Gary). He had been in The Libertines too, so it was great to meet him, get a photo and autograph. He was so nice. Whenever anyone apologised for keeping him he’d reassure that it wasn’t a problem, and even spoke for a while on the phone to friends of the people present. Couldn’t have been more pleasant.

That meant I had two out of the four members’ signatures on my ticket. The main man to get was Carl though, and it didn’t look like he’d be coming out anytime soon.

So we left, and I met with friends who had gone to the (inferior) MGMT concert.

After a while one of them got a phone call - the rest of DPT were leaving the venue. Let’s go.

Met with Carl, got a photo, and autograph (two actually, the pen wasted half way throught the first one - feck!) and had a chat. The best part was when some drunk idiot ( “Is the concert over?! Can I buy a ticket?!” - it’s fucking midnight and they’re going back into the tourbus) was trying to talk to Carl. Not only was he pissed, but he had a seriously weird voice/accent.

Carl turns to me and says “What the fuck’s he saying? I can’t make out a word” in his lovely British mumble.

Oh Carl, old buddy, old pal, forget him, just come back to my place, you can have my room, I’ll sleep on the couch.

Overall, the band were really nice. It was just Didz, the bassist, that I didn’t get to meet.

How many autographs and photos from bands is that lately? I’m doing well.

I’ve yet to see the pictures of me and Gary, but the one with Carl looks well, you can really see how much weight he’s lost since last time (he had to cut out drinking for a good while). I’m not really bothered putting the photo up here, since there’s already one of us in the other post, but if anyone wants to see then let me know I guess.

Sad to think they’re splitting up, but there even seemed to be tensions on stage, particularly with Carl and Anthony. Though that could easily have just been us reading into things too much.

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