Posts Tagged ‘David Cronenberg’s Wife’

Middlesbrough v Norwich City, Saturday 12th September 2026, 3pm

September 14, 2026

The gigs are becoming a bit more frequent as we move into Autumn. Perhaps it’s touring season. On Wednesday, Jen and I went along to the Waiting Room at Eaglescliffe to see Jeffrey Lewis. We saw him in York last year and this one, in front of a one hundred capacity standing crowd is likely to have been one of his smallest venues for a while. He was very good, as were the support band, The Grasping Straws.

I was chatting to the drummer who was helping out the support band and he turned out to also be the drummer for David Cronenberg’s Wife, a band that we have seen a couple of times, most recently at Sheffield this year. He was able to answer my question about the grand piano at that gig, which was whether DCW were lugging it around with them, something that seemed unlikely for a band travelling in something the size of a transit. Not only was he able to confirm that they had just found it on the stage and decided to put it to good use, but also that he had abandoned his drums to be the one to play it.

Next up was The Molotovs at Gemini in Newcastle on the Friday night. I’d seen them with Paul earlier this year in a much smaller venue and came away from that occasion very impressed. In fact, I recall saying to him that I could watch them every night of the week. A few months on, I’ve backtracked a bit. When their debut album came out, I listened with a smile on my face as I was able to identify which bits they had taken from which Jam songs. I can live with a bit of stealing, as long as it’s discreet, lots of bands have done it.

What isn’t discreet though is the on stage stealing. All three of them blatantly mimic the style and movements of their Jam counterparts as if they were a tribute. They played a few new tracks which sounded just like their older songs and as Weller moved The Jam onwards with every album, is probably the least Jam-like thing about them.

The bottom line though, is the quality of the songs. If you are going to write a formulaic Jam by numbers song, then it needs to stand on its merits and none of their songs to date are as good as, say, the top fifty Jam songs. So, why bother? They should either develop a sound of their own or go full tribute. I’d watch them in the latter guise.

We were back in Teesside the next morning in time for me to get along to the game against Norwich. We’ve been doing well so far with a two point average  and just the one defeat in the league. Everyone thought that Kim had made a decent selection with maybe only Philips missing out from most people’s first choice eleven. We’ve still got that Puskas or something American fella too, who might be ideal for the ten role if we play it.

There was a wild start to the game, we could have scored in the first twenty seconds but then went a goal behind in under a minute. We hit back and went in at the break three-one up. The guy on loan from Brighton looked good, very good in fact, I think he might be an upgrade on Morgan Whittaker. Tommy Conway started wide and earned two assists in a busy performance.

We looked good for sixty-five minutes, but when Conway and McGree went off, the momentum seemed to switch. We pushed forward for a fourth and were then twice hit on the counter to bring it back to three each. An added time winner from half-time sub Ashley Phillips nicked the win for us. That’s always a great feeling.

It was an entertaining game for a neutral, as they say, but could easily have been two or more points dropped for us. We need to be tighter at the back. I’d suggest avoiding committing too many players forward in games where we are a couple of goals ahead. I’d also play all three of our main central defenders with wing backs. That would mean one less attacking player but would allow us to have one of Conway or McGree on the field at all times rather than seeing them both replaced by someone less effective like today.

Roll on Tuesday night, as a win at home to Millwall would take us two points clear at the top.

Manchester Corinthians v Tintwhistle Athletic, Saturday 30th May 2026, 3pm

June 15, 2026

Some weekends are better than others. I think that any weekend where I can fit in a gig, a walk and a sporting event has to be one of the better ones. Sort of a triple crown, I suppose. This was one of those weekends with a gig in Sheffield, another stretch of the Yorkshire Wolds Way and then a cup final over near Manchester, albeit not in that order.

The gig was at Mary Street Live in Sheffield. It’s a small venue that holds around fifty people and seems more like a storeroom than a concert venue. In fact, I wouldn’t have been surprised if it might be used for stabling horses when there isn’t a music event on. It had a can bar, which was very welcome, but no air-con, which was less so. Other than Jen and I, the crowd seemed to be mostly friends and family of the bands. Everyone nipped outside to cool down at any lull in proceedings.

We were there to see the headliners, David Cronenberg’s Wife, who were very good and somehow had managed to get a grand piano on stage. The support acts were ok too, despite it being the first ever show for one of them.

The walk was the following day, six miles along the Yorkshire Wolds Way between North Newbald and Arass, then back again to fill in a gap between sections we had already done. There wasn’t much in the way of wildlife other than a decomposing rat and a grounded bird too young to fly.

We’d recently had a young crow in the back garden that couldn’t get more than two feet off the ground. I put a few worms out for it, but its parents were watching and I think it took its food from them instead. Two days later it was gone, either by flying well enough to clear the wall or by being carried away by a fox or hawk. There were no feathers left behind, so hopefully it was under its own steam.

And the other part of the triple crown? That was the Gilgryst Cup Final featuring Manchester Corinthians and Tintwhistle United of the eleventh tier Manchester League Premier Division. It was played at Ewan Fields which is currently the home ground of Hyde United and in the past one hundred and forty years since it opened has hosted the reserve teams on both Man City and United, as well as the American Football team, Manchester Falcons.

It was five quid admission and with few other football options available at this time of year I wasn’t surprised to see that the almost three hundred and fifty strong crowd included a fair representation from the groundhopping community. I started off in the main stand. Others were drinking in the standing terraced area to my right, whilst many stood behind the dugouts on the far side.

Corinthians were the stronger team in the first half and they opened the scoring as we approached the quarter of the hour mark. A ball was threaded through into the box and the striker controlled it well before cutting it back across the keeper into the far corner.

At half-time I queued for some food. Hot dogs were popular, but I went for a cheeseburger. I’ve been asked to give a little more detail about the matchday food so I can reveal that it was ok. It was initially handed over without onions, but when I pointed this out, they added them. Other than that, I remember little about it, so the best I can say is that it was unremarkable and edible. They should put that on their posters.

Corinthians continued to dominate in the second half. I switched to the opposite side of the stadium where I was able to listen to their manager constantly berating his players about their need to “switch on”. Maybe it worked as twenty minutes into the second half they switched on long enough to add a second with an unchallenged header from a cross swung in from deep on the right.

As we entered added time and with the game effectively over, the Tintwhistle keeper flattened an attacker chasing a through ball. After some consultation with the lino, the ref sent him off, maybe it was DOGSO, perhaps serious foul play. Either way, both the challenge and the subsequent decision all seemed a bit unnecessary to me at that stage.

The keeper didn’t join the queue for a medal at the end. I didn’t realise that punishing red carded miscreants by denying them a role in the post-match ceremony was still a thing. Perhaps it isn’t and he just didn’t care with it being a loser’s medal anyway. Regardless, it was a decent final and a good weekend.

Greyhound racing at Romford, Saturday 21st June 2025

June 24, 2025

Jen had a conference in London and so we headed down there for a week. I like to try out different places to stay and for this trip we booked one of those canal boats. It was moored on Regent’s Canal at Coal Drop Yard.

I’ve stayed on a few types of boat and quite liked this one. It was tall enough for me to rarely bang my head and stable enough. The only downside was that the electricity supply wasn’t strong enough to charge my laptops, so much of my working time was spent in the nearby library.

You’d think that there would be plenty of options in London for sporting activities, but the only event that appealed was a trip to Romford dogs. Oddly, there wasn’t much going on gig-wise either. We went to see Sparks at Hammersmith Apollo, which is where I saw five Mott the Hoople gigs within a week, back in 2009. Looking back, I’m pleased that I finally got to see Mott and I’m equally pleased that the band enjoyed their reunion. It’s a particularly poignant memory in the week that Mick joined Buffin and Pete in no longer being with us.

Sparks were good. It’s always a fun atmosphere and they have a similarly dedicated fanbase to that of Mott. Ron is pushing eighty, with kid brother Russell not far behind. Hopefully they will continue for a while yet.

Earlier in the week I’d been up to Newcastle, where Paul and I had seen another set of siblings in The Molotovs at Think Tank. It’s a small venue with a low ceiling, perfect for a mod-revivalist band. They signposted a lot of their influences, but none more so than The Jam. The singer, who was only seventeen, was reminiscent of Weller at the same age. The bassist was less reminiscent of Foxton as she was an eighteen-year-old girl, but she had a similar presence. I’d very happily see them again, ideally in similar sized venues.

Final gig of the week was advertised as an ‘Anti-Folk Festival’ at the London Hospital Tavern, Whitechapel. It seemed as if the pub bill was organized by the main guy from David Cronenberg’s Wife. As he was able to guess my name when we went in, it’s possible that Jen and I held the only advance tickets bought.

I should have seen David Cronenberg’s Wife last year when they were supporting Jeffrey Lewis at The Georgian, but I was a bit tired and so didn’t bother. Big mistake as they were excellent and, like The Molotovs, I’ll add them to my list of bands to keep an eye out for.

Ok, less music and more dogs. Greyhound racing is dying off and with Crayford closing down earlier in the year, Romford is the last remaining London track. It might well be a case of now or never. Jen and I took the Elizabeth line eastwards and then walked back towards the city past pubs and car showrooms, neither of which had any customers on a Saturday morning.

It was free to get in, presumably with the costs being met by whoever needs televised racing to sell to betting shops. A couple with a toddler and a baby came in just before us and it reminded me of taking Tom to the greyhound racing at Cleveland Park when he was three or four years old. I may have given him the impression that we were going to a special zoo, just as I did with the fish counter at Tesco.

It was a really hot day, so I was grateful for the air conditioning in the main stand. There were around sixty or so people inside, which is a lot more than I’d expected. I’d assumed that nobody would be interested, but it was more like day care for old people.

A solitary bookie turned up after four races, but I didn’t see anyone betting with him. I’m surprised that on-course betting survives in the days of smart phones and bookies Apps. Maybe there are pockets of people still using cash.

I was also surprised to see the bar open and a food counter downstairs selling bacon and sausages in buns and baguettes. There was a big meeting at the same track that evening, so maybe they were just warming up for what would much likely be a substantial crowd.

Despite being given a racecard, we didn’t study the form, and our selections mainly came from Jen liking a dog’s name. The only exception was when we eavesdropped on a woman sat behind us and piggybacked on her excellent selection. It was enough to mitigate our losses to just under three quid over the six races that we hung about for.