Rhythm Method poster, 1992
The Rhythm Method was the second incarnation of the band I was in (bass guitar, vocals) at university in Aberystwyth.
We weren't that bad. Honest.
As a band, we were only ever paid in beer. We also had knickers thrown at us on a number of occasions (thanks, girls). Hopefully, somewhere I've got a photo of the band (although probably not in action).
This was the poster I knocked up by hand (this is in the days before DTP, remember - at least for me it was), which we plastered around town. Note "Beatles drum" hand-drawn logo.
The Bear really was the best pub ever - run by a Scotsman called Ian and his wife Sandra. American in style before chains like Hard Rock Cafe or Planet Hollywood made it corporate and nasty, they'd obviously spent a lot of time on the decor and furnishings. It was in a basement too, meaning that daylight was unlikely to impinge on a long drinking and eating session (Ian did cracking food there; particularly the barbecue sauce on the burgers).
Adam, the drummer in the band, worked at the Bear for a while and also designed the logo for it, which was rendered in neon outside.
This gig, our last, went down quite well. A drunk crowd of blokes near the front started chanting "duvet!" towards the end. To this day I have no idea what that was about.
The party after-show was memorable for two things. 1) The porn that got stuck on the living room video back in our house. 2) Even though I was the only single member of the band, I didn't get so much as a snog from any of the women in the audience. Lesa Spence, you owe me!
We weren't that bad. Honest.
As a band, we were only ever paid in beer. We also had knickers thrown at us on a number of occasions (thanks, girls). Hopefully, somewhere I've got a photo of the band (although probably not in action).
This was the poster I knocked up by hand (this is in the days before DTP, remember - at least for me it was), which we plastered around town. Note "Beatles drum" hand-drawn logo.
The Bear really was the best pub ever - run by a Scotsman called Ian and his wife Sandra. American in style before chains like Hard Rock Cafe or Planet Hollywood made it corporate and nasty, they'd obviously spent a lot of time on the decor and furnishings. It was in a basement too, meaning that daylight was unlikely to impinge on a long drinking and eating session (Ian did cracking food there; particularly the barbecue sauce on the burgers).
Adam, the drummer in the band, worked at the Bear for a while and also designed the logo for it, which was rendered in neon outside.
This gig, our last, went down quite well. A drunk crowd of blokes near the front started chanting "duvet!" towards the end. To this day I have no idea what that was about.
The party after-show was memorable for two things. 1) The porn that got stuck on the living room video back in our house. 2) Even though I was the only single member of the band, I didn't get so much as a snog from any of the women in the audience. Lesa Spence, you owe me!



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