Just back from London, after playing 2 shows (Thursday & Friday), both in the somewhat run-down side that is the east part of the capital. It occurs to me that my whole food blogging thing is gonna suffer when I'm called away to these battles with my comrades.....
...But then I thought, well I have to eat whilst I'm away and admittedly, the food provided by most venues is B.A.D....(yes, all 3 letters capitalised and punctuated)...Basic And Dire......Bereft of All dietary fibre?....I could go on....
What happens when you're in a band is that you have a Rider; a list of required food stuffs and liquid for consumption in the dressing-room area of the venue. Take note of the fact that it is thee artistes that foot the bill, paying for such commodities as coffee and wine out of the proceeds for playing the show, which goes some way to explaining why we don't have smoked salmon and chardonnay most nights....
This is what we have on our Rider:
Wholemeal Pitta Breads
1 bottle Red Wine (for myself)
24 Cans of Lager (for the others, although I end up having some)
Selection of Fruit
12 Bottles of Mineral Water
Some Chocolate (that was probably my idea I think)
This is what we get for the most part:
24 cans of Lager
It seems to me that the people responsible for buying in these things for which we ask, are both very lazy and also, seem to not be well-versed in the notion that people may actually want fruit and wholemeal bread-stuffs...This may seem rather trivial and neither here-nor-there, but then take into consideration that boys (and girls) like us, often spend 28 days out of 30 doing these silly shows for kids the length and breadth of this little island....It starts to get more serious; you begin to entertain the paranoid thoughts that you really are involved in some kind of Morgan Spurlock 'esq experiment to see whether you can completely ruin your health from the inside out (and that's not the bit you're getting paid for!)
Alternatively, a venue may not provide a Rider, instead giving each member of the band and crew a "buy-out", that is to say, money up-front, in advance of the playing that night, to be used for purchase of food. This then inevitably brings into play thee Pub-Chain-Meal-Deal. Boasting such fare as "2 meals for the price of 1, between 2pm & 7pm (does not include Burgers, Scampi or the Chilli)". These establishments are horrible, serving just the right balance of fat, salt and more fat. Exactly what kids need in order to maintain the necessary energy levels, a kind of pre-requisite when playing everyday for a month.
So anyway, what with a new digital camera coming my way (i hope) and, what with my friend and mentor Rachael pointing out to me "you can't keep stealing images from the internet", i thought i might try and keep a log of the kind of crap me and mine end up putting in our bellies whilst out-and-about. (Something to shows the kids - if I've a fertile fibre left within my skinny, malnourished body that is).
For the record, last night i mostly ate wholemeal bread with processed ham and cheese, washed down with free pints of lager.
Read it and weep suckers.