Clash contact pt 2 “closed for employee recognition”
Good afternoon to you wherever you may be and thanks for once again dropping in at the Clash Blog, or indeed thanks for your first visit and please leave your shoes at the door. Before reading today’s post it will be beneficial if you catch up on the previous two, or if you’re somebody who just ignores instructions when you buy furniture from IKEA just read on.
One little bit of housekeeping first, I just found a new application that allows me to record audio and screenshots for you so I may start using it on occasion to summarise what’s been going on at the blog or what is forthcoming. Please please take a look and listen to my first hurried effort via this link, I’ll try and work out the umms and errs before I try that again, you know..prepare or something, there’s a concept! Still it will allow me to add quick updates via the twitter account or Facebook if you happen to follow the blog via those channels as well, which I hope you do. Maybe a podcast dummy run..and see if you like it?
Now then back to the events of Monday/Tuesday which have cast a shadow over the rest of the week I must say, even now on Friday afternoon I still haven’t fully come down from the adrenaline rush from earlier in the week. I could probably cut out coffee entirely if I had a night like that once a week or so but then let’s be realistic shall we? It turns out I’ve got more to say than I expected so off we go again (I know…big shock) So the last post was not only the title of a Carbon/Silicon album but also refers to where we left things off previously, with myself & barcuicci about to head off into the Phoenix night to try and track down some Gorillaz. With only an hour before I left and no news filtering in from the twitter feeds I started to scramble, who would I know that might have a clue where to start our little quest? Suddenly I remembered that Keith (see two posts back) was as near as Phoenix gets to a legitimate old school punk (though from Detroit) but still oh so modern with networking skills that rival Vodafone. The desperate Facebook message I posted on his wall “oi, need to find Paul Simonon tonight…any ideas” was a bit of straw clutching of the finest kind, but within five minutes the reply came back “Tim, call me”.
I obliged of course and learned that Keith indeed had his finger on the pulse or at least in the vicinity, he knew that the crew and equipment had left Denver by bus and lorry but the more revered members of the tour were actually flying into Phoenix that afternoon and were in theory already in our midst. He even knew which primary hotel was being used although it was uncertain if everyone would be booked there. His contacts included the Phoenix rep for the booking company for the concert and backstage manager at the venue, from small acorns I thought. We just had enough time to chat about Strummerville and associated topics when it was time to drive into the city and pick up barcuicci. Keith also gave me some concerning news that Mick Jones had gone on to Los Angeles and wouldn’t be performing in Phoenix for some reason. We speculated that it could be the funeral of Ari Up and debated whether she had passed in London or Los Angeles, he felt it was L.A. but would make some calls to find out. I’m thinking how unfair that would be, but if it was correct then certainly a legitimate reason to miss a concert. I convinced myself it wasn’t so and how would Graham Coxon get into Phoenix in time to fill Mick’s shoes anyway. Arrangements were made to pick him up at 730 and off I went, he strolled out and immediately asked if we had a plan to which I replied ‘sort of’.
We headed to the hotel that Keith had mentioned and although small it has a reputation of being boutiquey enough to perhaps house some mid-level celebrities or indeed my guitar hero. It was a Monday night and things were as you’d expect as we pulled up, my questionable logic suggested a chance of seeing tour buses or at least some airport transportation pulling up outside the lobby just as we did. No such luck in the place looked a bit sleepy. I was aware that they had two bars, one roof top pool version and a downstairs sister alongside the restaurant. Before heading in we gaze into the restaurant which looks like it may have been closed by health and safety, no sign of life nor even cutlery on its tables. Walking back around the front I decided to go in and see if the front desk had any info, my co-stalker who was beside me as I approached the doors suddenly wasn’t there as I approached the front desk girl. Not knowing what I would say she looked up as if pleased to actually see someone and offered
Hotel: Can I help you?
Me: Yeah Hi, I’m supposed to be meeting somebody here a bit later and wasn’t sure if you have one bar or two (I lied so quickly it surprised myself)
Hotel: oh right, well in the winter it’s just the downstairs bar and restaurant (she smiled and paused far too long then added) however I’m afraid it’s been closed since 4 PM today as we’re having an employee recognition event tonight
Me: oh really…really….okay well there must’ve been some confusion then, but thank you
Hotel: have a good night
As I walked out before explaining it to barcuicci I knew his reaction would be just as suspicious as mine. An employee recognition event, couldn’t
they concoct something more original we both thought. With suspicions aroused we have another look at the restaurant but the lack of activity made even the front desk clerk’s story seem a bit of a stretch. We pondered about the timing and what late hours rock stars must keep just to keep in sync for the touring lifestyle, with me pretending to be far more of an expert on the topic than I am. As we headed back to the car we were just about to debate what to do next when I hear someone call “hey Tim”. A Mustang convertible just pulled up and the driver wearing a beret seems to know me before I recognised him. To be fair to me it was dark and I’ve never seen with a hat on before, my partner in crime is more observant though and says it’s Keith.
Keith asks any news, although the answer is probably obvious as we’re about to get back in the car. He’s been on the phone since we spoke and tells me they couldn’t get everybody into the first hotel and had booked a block of suites at the Hilton, no I shouldn’t give the name but it rhymes with Bilton if that helps. He found that they arrived at the airport round about 2pm and had checked into the hotel before three and his contact at the hotel said there had been no sign of them since. He said he was going to head down there and so we followed in the same direction. Barcuicci offered that the car was a rental due to the California plates, an excellent sleuth in the making thought I. That may come in handy..
Part three will be later tonight or early tomorrow. Cheers ~



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