13/09/07
Good gigs and pie -
Categories: Tonight combined two of my favourite things: a really nice gig, and a really good pie. Neither of these things can be disputed as not good. They are both guaranteed damn good things.
Good thing number one: The good gig. For the first time in ages I responded to a last minute text about a last minute non-paying gig. Previously I had been ignorantly snobbish towards this sort of thing. I believed that as I had so little time devoted to actually seeing my girlfriend and friends that I should cherish nights off and do nothing regardless of offers. Unless of course they paid. Yes, I was very shallow about it all.
However tonight's gig was perfectly timed. I have a bigger gig tomorrow and was feeling a bit down about Sunday's festival pooness (real word, says me). I also have some new material I needed to try, so it all seemed a perfect opportunity.
However, the one thing holding me back was the fact that our good friend was going to be over for dinner and my girlfriend was making a big pie. From scratch. Pie from scratch is something that is almost impossible to ignore. Pie is a truly solid trustworthy food. No one messes with pie. Some people have disputed how, when being vegetarian I can appreciate good pies, but these people are fools. There are many many good veggie pies out there: cheese and leek, cheese and potato, potato and leek, mushroom and stuff. Yes many seem to involve the same ingredients, but they are still good pies. Is it at all possible to have a bad pie? Watching Mr Scruff DJ at Bestival, he had many comedy visuals of dancing 'special pies' which included 'cheese and lead' and 'spam and tissue' which I believe would still not be as bad as the ingredients themselves, due to the pie form in which they were baked.
The best pie I've ever had was in a place called 'Pudding Face, the Pie Place' in a small village called Deddington. Silky, the lovely comic who knows far too much stuff, recommended I go there before doing his brilliant gig in Banbury. The pies were so huge that I took pictures on my phone next to a fork for scale. And it came with mash and vegetables. Unbelievably good pie. The only thing was though that after eating it I genuinely couldn't move for hours, and Silky hadn't warned me that trying to gig after one of those would only induce sickness. I've done gigs ill, I've done gigs tired, I've done gigs drunk/wasted, but the toughest was gigging after that pie.
My girlfriend has only started making home made pies recently, but has quickly perfected the art, with seriously crispy pastry and fillings that make me stay in just to eat them instead of doing gigs. Its quite a dangerous new talent she's found and its ruining my productivity. Perhaps gigs and pies do not mix?
Tonight I proved this theory wrong as the gig was truly excellent, despite a small crowd thanks to the frikkin' football. All the new stuff worked, there was some lovely banter and I felt generally perked up after Sunday's mishap. Then upon returning home, I found a large bit of pie shaped goodness heated up for me with mash and veg. Can this day ever be bettered? I doubt it, but only time, and pie, will tell.
Postscript: If after reading this you feel compelled to shout 'who ate all the pies' at me, please don't. It will only make me feel sad. I have not eaten all the pies, and I wish I could out of sheer pie love. However I have neither the stomach nor the willpower to achieve such a thing.
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