By Alex Bird
Its 7:57pm, I’m in bed, still coughing up and blowing out the remainder of freshers flu (Yes it does exist). I receive a text from Budweiser informing me that they’ve reserved me a ticket for tonight’s ‘Budweiser Live Project’ to see Twin Atlantic, an hour and a half before they are due on stage. I honestly do not remember reserving a ticket nor have I ever given their music my time, but it’s free and being a student in a world where you have to pay for everything, it would be rude to decline, even when you’re not in peak mental or physical condition.
I got up, dressed and put on my beaters (shoes that you don’t mind getting trashed) with the anticipation of a few mosh pits. I Google mapped the location to Old Granada Studios and YouTubed Twin Atlantic’s music to get familiar with the choruses of a few songs – I didn’t want to look like a complete donut if I found myself face to face with any die-hard fans, looking deep into my eyes as they sung every song word for word, whilst hosing my face down with saliva and viciously rag dolling me about by the shoulders.
I made off up Oxford Street, Twin Atlantic in my ears, only pausing to pick up a couple of curly wurlys. I arrived at a short queue on my own where I was asked by a girl if I was a fan, to which I replied, ‘it’s free’; there was an awkward minute’s silence, which I broke by offering her a bite of my curly wurly – she politely declined.
I walked towards the entrance and I could smell it before I saw it, that ‘pub carpet smell’. I waltzed in as Twin Atlantic strutted on. The room illuminated with Budweiser’s distinct red and white colour scheme. The lights were strangely hypnotic, I guess you have to be given a free gig and forced into a trance to enjoy their beer. But Twin Atlantic were captivating, their lead singer Sam McTrusty was incredibly charming and conversed with the crowd calmly, loosening us up with typical Glaswegian humour. We weren’t the best crowd they’d ever had, many, such as myself were there merely because we had no responsibilities the next day and the beer was relatively cheap. Yet they still had us moshing and singing, and had me clapping, curly wurly in hand. However, I gave the mosh pits a miss; I didn’t quite feel like having my head punched off by a 6’4, 40 year old man. So the night was rounded off by Sam thanking us and letting slip that they’re recording a new album in the coming month. All in all it was a decent night, and did I mention, it was free!
I’m Lexie, I’m studying Multimedia Journalism, I find amusement from being critical of the world and idolise authors such as Charles Buckowski, Hunter Thompson and Dr. Seuss.