And now the end is near and so I face my final curtain…
On Wednesday night these words meant more to me than ever before as my fellow cadavers and I rang out the very last notes of our Irish/UK tour.
Starting in our hometown, Enniskillen, then on to Dublin before heading across the water to England, Cadaver Club donned the corpse paint and set guitars to stun. Manchester, London, Stoke, Edinburgh and finally Glasgow welcomed us with open coffins and lit a fire in our cold, dead hearts.
Memories and stories from the tour will be told as a series of blogs at www.cadaverclub.com so I’ll concentrate on the art aspect of it here.
It was so nice to meet some of the people who had pledged for our album, T-shirt, book and original artwork. I finished the last painting on the day they were due to be posted so you can imagine how frantic the last month or so has been. It was great to see the paintings had gone to good homes. One pledger, Caroline O’Gorman went several steps further than anyone had any right to expect when she baked Cadaver Club cupcakes with images of my art on them! They were lovely too, in every way. Thank you Caroline and also to Katrina and Denis for delivering them safely to a little punk venue in London.
On the night of the Stoke gig I met up with Jason Burgess, whose book cover I had recently painted. Jason read stories from his book ‘Mr. Johnson’s Self Help Handbook’ between bands on the night. Brave boy, he has more guts than me but it worked and went down really well.
Thanks to my cohorts Dirge, Draggle and Boom Chic Chic for rocking the crypt with me every night, our fellow travelling minstrels The Deadly Romantics, all the people who came to the gigs and clapped and sang along, the photographers, promoters and soundmen and Donna and Andrew for giving us warm pizza and a place to stay in Glasgow.
Until next time, the hearse is parked in the vault and the cemetery gates closed.
The funeral procession will march again…