I'm delighted this week to give Herm the platform for this week's series of guest posts. Herm [
http://www.myspace.com/hermwork] released their debut album 'Monsters' in March 2009 and is playing Whelans this coming Saturday to launch their new single 'Rearrange'.
Part 1: London Tour Diary
A couple of months ago I went to London for a few days to play a few gigs and cut my teeth on the music scene across the water. Here’s my diary of the few days…
Thursday - Planes, Trains and More Trains
The plan is to head over by myself for a few days to play a few gigs, meet up with a few old friends and see a bit of London. I haven't been since I was 15 and my abiding memory of that trip is all the ads for prostitutes in the public phone booths.
I fly with an airline that doesn't charge extra for baggage and that gives out a free in-flight meal and drinks. It feels right...
I get off the plane and make my way to the hotel. My first gig is later that night at a nice, low-key singer-songwriter night in Lewisham called The Icarus Club. It's about three train journeys from where I'm staying. All in all, I spend approximately half my first day on public transport. This is something I will get used to.
London is pretty big...
Friday - The Quiet Man
A friend of mine arranged a gig for me in an Irish pub (The Auld Shillelagh in Stoke Newington). This time I only need to change trains once. It's my own show so I get to play for a couple of hours and try out a few new numbers. It goes down well and I get a few people up dancing. One punter who has been listening intently throughout comes up to offer his opinion - "You don't have the voice". Never stopped Morrissey...
I get a taxi across the city back to the hotel. London is pretty expensive.
Saturday - Big Ben, etc.

Sunday - "What The Hell Am I Doing?"
This is the real crazy one. I get off my third or fourth train near the venue and immediately wonder what I was thinking. The East End possibly isn't the best place to be walking around on your own with a guitar on your back looking lost.
I eventually find the venue - it's been closed down. Bastards! Hang on. I peer through the glass. There's a handful of people inside. Is it open? I find an open door and enter. It's lit solely by candles and obviously hasn't been redecorated in about 100 years. It actually looks quite cool once you're inside.
I get a drink and start setting up. A drunk Libertines-type immediately asks me if he can play drums for my set. I politely refuse. Shortly after, his drinking partner falls off her stool and stays on the ground for what must be at least 15 minutes. No one pays much heed. I play my set to the punters in the place, including a group of Italian 20-somethings with black jackets and slick hair. No one pays much heed.
The headliners go on and start to play lovely, gently atmospheric folk music. After a few songs a large middle-aged man storms into the pub and starts roaring indecipherably at no one in particular. No one is sure what to do or where to look. The band play on, confused. The man leaves.
He returns about 5 minutes later and again begins shouting at the top of his lungs in the middle of the room. The barman pretends he hasn't seen or heard him. A couple of the Italians take the initiative. They nod at each other, stand up and stroll over to him. Putting an arm on his back, they whisper something in his ear. The man immediately shuts up and sits down. The Italians gesture for the band to continue playing. I hang around for as long as is polite and then leave...
Back at the hotel and still a little shell-shocked, I get talking to Charles, a musician from Nigeria. We play a little bit of music together, me trying to figure out some chords for his songs on my acoustic guitar and him playing his African Talking Drum. What an incredible instrument! And he is shit-hot on it. He's over in London to play for a church group. I ask him about the lyrics, expecting talk of God and Jesus etc. He takes my guitar and plays one of the songs for me, translating as he goes:
"Baby, please don't go". (Okay, maybe the 'baby' is Jesus. )
"Let me hug you". (Hmm, intriguing.)
"Let me suck on your breast".
"It's not religious music," he tells me.
London is pretty interesting...
Monday - "I've been travelling for nearly 2 and a half hours, can I really still be in London?"
Apparently so...
My final gig is at another singer-songwriter night in the Half Moon in Putney. This is a great night - well-run and -attended with a great atmosphere and a really high standard of acts. Here's a couple of photos...


I have a few pints and chat to a few people before jumping in a cab to go back across the city. Possibly a mistake (see Thursday and Friday) but definitely worth it.
Back in Dublin now. Thanks to everyone who came along to the gigs and helped out! See you next time...
HErM.