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Twin Atlantic Tour Diary: Glasgow

The hometown show blogged by Twin Atlantic drummer Craig Kneale.

We reconvened at the ABC on the Saturday after a day off in Glasgow, our first time back at home since New Year. I spent my day off in my room with the curtains closed, like a junkie. I did also go for dinner with my family and I had a bath. Not in the restaurant of course. I’ve not had a bath in about ten years, it was pretttty good. I will also add that I do shower on a daily basis, I realise that they may have read like I haven’t washed in ten years, and that would make me look preeeettty bad.



It was our biggest Glasgow show to date and it was sold out to 1300 people, completely mental. Not big in the grand scheme of things - but to a band like us it’s just silly. We’ve supported bands in the big room before but it seems very different when you know you’re the ones headlining. For people who don’t know, the ABC is also home to the largest disco ball in Europe - so it’s a tough room to play as there’s a good chance you could be upstaged by a big glittery ball. And that would be plain embarrassing. When I got there though, all the extra lighting we’d brought in with the help of lighting genius Chris Adam had been set up and looked incredible. It looked like hundreds of cannons on the stage - but cannons filled with light, not dangerous cannonballs. If it was real cannonballs we would have got in a lot of trouble as many people would have died.

The dressing room was a bit of a revelation too - more white sofas than maybe in P. Diddy’s place, and I hear he has loads. And not one but two vanity mirrors, although some thief had stolen four of the lightbulbs from one of them. I shrewdly figured out that perhaps it was not a thief but someone may have been falling whilst getting ready for a show and grabbed on to the lightbulbs to break fall, taking four of them with him on his way. Get me a job on the real CSI somebody. There was also biscuits for cheese on the rider - a glimpse to the future of touring if we can maintain this career trajectory. And if quality snacks don’t give you enough incentive to better yourself, then I don’t know what will.



We had the wonderful Canterbury as support as well as some good friends of mine, Lightguides, opening up proceedings. They’re one of my favourite bands and deserve your attention - check them out. They ripped it up, one of the best performances i’ve seen by them, even though they were all wearing exclusively American Apparel outfits. And it’s hard to relate to people in such finely crafted garments. Canterbury were awesome as usual too, they are as rocking as they are handsome. Then it was time for us to play, and I think we’d all say we were more than a bit nervous - but for once we didn’t crap it! Hurrah. Usually at home town shows we get to excited and bad things happen, but we actually kept our cool. I did volley my hi-hat stand clean off the riser at one point, but I think it may have looked like some kind of grand rock n’ roll form of expression. When really it was my big clumsy leg. The reaction we got was pretty overwhelming, I don’t think any of us will forget it in a hurry, I don’t think we could really put into words how grateful we are to everyone there. Anyway, enough mushy stuff - this is meant to be the writings of a self professed ‘tough guy’, and I do have a denim jacket now so i’ve got the look.



After the show there was lots of hugging and stuff, obviously in my ‘bad boy’ denim jacket I tried to stay as far away from that as possible and instead talked to anyone who would listen about my love of fast motorbikes and kissing loads of da ladies. I did finally break my rule of no drinking and had a very enjoyable pint and a very much less enjoyable shot. But the day had taken it’s toll on everyone and plans for an epic after party were short lived as we all needed at least forty hours more sleep, and had another Glasgow show to contend with the next day. To sum up the day in one word then: Really, really great.