after the lights had gone up at rock city in 2006 mr D was still shuffling around stage (our) left, conscientiously packing up the Doktor's umbilica and related backline, and finally the machine itself. if you didnt know it was Simon you would have naturally assumed he was just another member of the road crew (see *below )
anyway i spent a good 5 mins bellowing over to him, altenately attempting to scrounge any items like set-lists, plectrums, andrew's sweaty towel etc in between creepin g madly wth statements like "not only do i love the march violets and own several of their records, but i loved the batfish boys and thought they should have enjoyed far more success than they did." he smiled and shrugged and said nothing doing and carried on packing away.
being a never say die kin d of irritant i waited round the corner til h'ed finished and shouted his name one last time, this time miming him writing his name. to my eternal delight he brought over a piece of paper in person. "i really did love the batfish boys i said" "really?" he asked all unbelieving modesty. i reminded him of a noteworthy ghost dance gig 20 years before round the corner at trent poly...memorable because Marx sat on his amp, back to the audience for the entire set,in an obvious foul mood, and at the end of the set smacked his guitar head-stock first into the stage and when it failed to snap, hoyed end over end out into the crowd, kicked the amp over andstormed off. batfish boys were supporting. simon completely pissed himself laughing and said " f**k me yeah! mark had a right cob-on and sacked the whole f**king band that night!". he shook my hand and handed me the hand-written
cue-sheet for the doktor signed by himself. "no-ones got one of them" he said. (i believe that others now do have later ones, but mine was the night they first played "Still" and it was thru my cue-sheet that we learned the songs name.)
a very, very nice man, a collossal personality and for me the quintessential Nurse.
*a note of interest for spotters...there is hardly ever any actual sisters road-crew apparent at gigs these days beyond individual techs for the guitars, a couple of sound and backline chaps, the lighting geezer and local crew humping boxes. places like rock city, students unions and the O2 natch have their own house p.a. which explains to some degree the god-awful sound quality we are exposed to. for the record, the last time i saw the band with their own front of house p.a. in this country was those fabulous columns at the blank canvas, where incidentally the sound was full, loud, clear and complete.
"Well I was handsome and I was strong
And I knerw the words to every song
Did my singing please you?
No! the words you sang were wrong"
"SISTERS FOREVER, FOREVER SISTERS"