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----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Get in touch with us if you'd like to host a regional, local or even bedroom heat. We're filming the entire thing so email Disastersatwork@gmail.com to get on board. its really easy to do and is one of the best things ever... !DATES TO BE ANNOUCED SOON FOR ENTIRE TOUR! 14 Sept 2008 20:00 amazing new south london venue is on the northern line and has been named as a top 50 venue by time out already in its first year. a massive warehouse tram station thats been converted into one of the major venues in london for 2008. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sunday 21st September Brighton Concorde 2 - 7pm Price: £5 advance+ b.f., £10 on the door. Tickets from Concorde 2 and usual outlets.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If the UKAG regulars are a cult and I am the high priest, then the clipboard is the SACRED BOOK. If you want to get up on stage and play your little heart out, you must sign your name therein. The night has a regular playlist of songs, and the best ones (”California Über Alles” and “Where Eagles Dare,” for instance) are quickly taken. When I drop the clipboard into the crowd, it’s like a school of piranhas skeletonising a cow. In seconds, nothing is left but the bloody scraps of second-rate Bon Jovi songs. Not that the process is unfair- I actively encourage first-timers, who sometimes have to be gently tied up with ropes and thrown on stage by their friends. Besides, if you miss “Run to the Hills” this time, there’s always next year. UKAG’s appeal lies herein: For between three and five minutes, you are a rock star. All you dreams of being on stage, from the blinding lights to the screaming crowd singing along at the top of its lungs, are made reality. And, for Chrissakes, it doesn’t matter how badly you sing, or how pretty your hair is—it’s about the spirit of the thing, and the cheering, clapping, singing-along crowd is nothing if not supportive. Some of the most electrifying performances are by guys who look like aspiring middle managers. Put them on stage, and their inner animal emerges. Gabba gabba hey, you’re one of us. Some might claim that amateur covers of kitchy metal songs and yesterday’s punk anthems are by nature hopelessly derivative, but then, if originality was the litmus test for what “art” is, Andy Warhol’s cans of soup wouldn’t be hanging on the wall at the Museum of Modern Art. The championships have given every die-hard metalhead a chance to relive the music of their youth, from the transcendent silliness of Black Sabbath to the mass-marketed glam of Poison, and claim it for their own. Furthermore, by allowing everyday Joe’s (and Jane’s, and would-be Joey’s) the chance to become rock stars, UKAG blows up the notion of what a rock star is. A rock star isn’t the guy with the ten groupies riding in a limo down Hollywood Boulevard—he could be the guy in the next cubicle. As Warhol himself once said, in the future, everyone will be famous for fifteen minutes. Owen has made superstars out of all of us. UKAG has the vibe of a rock concert, but it’s infinitely better: Because this is for the people, and by the people, the crowd isn’t just a passive audience—the crowd is the show. Fuck the latest mass-marketed crap the music industry is trying to shove down our throats. If you need me, I’ll be at the UK Air Guitar Championships. |
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