Okay, so if you are reading this, you’ll know that I don’t really swear that often, but the title of this post will make sense to anyone at the Wakey!Wakey! show tonight.
Wakey!Wakey came across to the UK for two shows, one in London on Tuesday, and one at the Rescue Rooms in Nottingham, which I took my brother to today (well I guess it’s yesterday now).
The opening act was To Kill a King. I’d never heard of them before, but they were really, really good – I will be looking for them on iTunes later on. Frank didn’t like them too much, but thankfully he loved Wakey!Wakey!
The show was amazing – a great energy, and they played all my favourite songs. I love that Mike is such a great singer, but also puts so much emotion into each song – you can tell that he really means what he is singing. In between songs, he told a fair few stories, often getting a bit side-tracked, but always hilarious. In fact, towards the ends he told a story that made him laugh so much he couldn’t start singing again.
After the show had finished, he came back on to play a couple of songs for an encore, but said he didn’t want to play too much because he wanted to come out and meet everyone. I thought that perhaps it would just be a few people and then he would have to leave, but he stuck around and signed autographs and took pictures with everyone that waited – he was there for over an hour.
Me and Frank were quite near the end, but he was still really polite and lovely. I did turn into a starstruck rambling idiot when I met him though, but I got his autograph and a picture taken with him (as did Frank).
After a 90 minute drive home rocking out to Wakey!Wakey!, I think it’s time for bed now – especially for Frank who stupidly volunteered to work at 8.45 tomorrow morning…