Inspiral Carpets South American tour diary part 2
The recently reformed Inspiral Carpets in South America Day Two
”ËStop This Now, There is Going to be a Riot’
”ËMesa para uno, por favor’ I entered the restaurant on my own armed with the soya from yesterday’s rider. I was up first 6.45am local time.
The hotel restaurant was well equiped for the vegetarian. Fruits and cereals various teas and coffees were on display as travellers, tourists and and local business people collided collecting food. I grabbed the sports section from the broadsheet and headed for a corner. Argentina had drawn 1-1 with Bolivia whilst we had been on stage last night, not the best result for the locals.
While touring I feel it essential you have to ”Ëgo discovering’ my preference is by morning light some of the other members obviously prefer sampling the scenery night time, post gig.
We were not meeting till 3pm so we had some major freetime. I ventured down a main paved area shops were peeling back shutters and market stalls were taking route for the day.
My sense of direction is not what it should be so I went mainly in a straight line. There was a strange Beatles display in a shop window with ugly lifesize models dressed in Seargent Pepper clothes.
There was a strange Beatles display with ugly life-size models dressed in Sergeant Pepper uniforms. A gothic woman all cleavage and self harm markings was setting up a stall in the bustling market place I watched her avidly but I ran out of time of feeling comfortable. She could equally well have been selling football stickers instead of performing tricks with snakes, I’ll never know.
We met up with Nayla and Gabby of Lion Films-the film crew that were busily discreetly making a live documentary about us-at 3pm outside the hotel.
Our lift to the venue weaved through sidestreets as the sun streamed through between the buildings. Catholic churches called out for visitors and the odd backstreet stall had curious merchandising.
We arrived for soundcheck and our gear was loaded in. We decamped to a nearby bar for an hour. Interpol’s Daniel Kessler walked passed us and we bumped into last night’s promoter Santiago who said we’d had great reviews and legendary Buenos Aires’ radio DJ Mario Pergolini had raved about our performance.
After soundcheck we watched The Iguana Lovers set up. They sounded brilliant their roots steeped in UK northern indie. Once they’d finished Clint declared them the most ”ËManchester’ people in the venue. We retired back to the hotel desperate to find the rooftop pool was closed until December, I cant explain how that felt.
So near yet so far, on the other side of a locked door was a platform housing a 20 ft long deep pool ontop of a hotel in the city centre of one of the most vibrant cities in the world. I contemplated opening the window and shimmying along a ledge to the pool, but the 6 floor drop put me off. I settled for a quick gym session and a snooze.
Our Argentinean Federico Minig roadie was bustling around between rooms translating and negotiating. Comparisons with a young Noel Gallagher were emerging. His English is superb, Craig discovered him on one of his Manchester Music Tours and kept in touch. It made Federico’s week that we had finally made it to his country and he was a superb host.
Dr Death-Federico’s English counter part-was struggling with a bug picked up on the flight over and slept as best he could for the first 24 hours in Argentina. He showed signs of recovery as our 2nd show approached and came to the venue with us for the show.
As The Iguana Lovers were about to take the stage, we were stopped in the foyer by fans and a ”Ëcouple of quick pictures’ turned into a full on photoshoot.
Some fans said they had waited nearly 20 years for this show others had never seen us before. They were all appreciative of our visit and we sat at the back of the club and took in The Iguana Lovers whose set was heavy with some really clever breaks and hooks. Martyn was as impressed with them as much as he was disappointed by Interpol the previous evening.
Once we were on stage we locked in to our groove. Ste Holt was unruffled by a less manic audience from the night before. It was more like a camera convention for the first couple of numbers. About 30 fans sat and kneeled at the front and snapped away. Our photo policy is simple: take as many as you can during the first 3 songs and send them to us so we can see them. Its fair to say some of the pictures from this show have been absolutely stunning.
‘You’re So Good For Me’ went down a storm again. Ste jumped into the audience for the mid-paced Garage Full of Flowers. There’s something about this song. Our first ever release way back in 1987-a flexi disc with Manchester DJ Dave Haslam’s fanzine Debris-a song we didn’t perform live from Feb 1989 until now. The first song Ste and I did in my dining room once Ste came back into the band. The whole audience crowded in on Ste and sang along.
A technician from the venue attracted my attention and demanded, ”ËStop this now, there is going to be a riot’ I didn’t and there wasn’t. Ste stayed on the floor and the audience stayed with him.
‘Saturn 5’ closed the show. Federico took the boys off for another night in Buenos Aires. Clint and I were spent, Dr Death was out for the count and resembled a gargoyle as he waited patiently for a lift back to the hotel. Another brilliant day in South America.