When I applied to do Music Journalism at Uni I was heavily into Twin Atlantic and something that ran through my mind was ‘OH MY GOD, I’M SO GOING TO INTERVIEW THEM, OBVIOUSLY’, of course, I expected nothing near the sort in reality.
A couple of months into my time at Southampton I saw the band play at the Guildhall and being the crazed fan I was waited outside after to meet them all as they left towards their tour bus. The whole night was incredible, with meeting the band the cherry on top. Yes, I cried, but not until the next day when I started to process all my fan girl feelings. Other than meeting them, their performance of the beautifully delicate ‘Crash Land’ was a major highlight of the night. With the whole crowd singing back and seeing the whole band so taken aback by this was just incredible.
Since then though, a couple years have passed and they’ve released a new album that though not shocking, wasn’t exactly my cup of tea. Of course they still have a special place in my heart. So when someone from my course asked me if I wanted to interview the band for the magazine he’s working on, I was almost too keen in answering YES YES YES straight away.
Having met them before I was’t too phased by the idea of speaking to a band that have been an important part of my life for the past few years, I mean, how much would I have screamed about it three years ago? However, as it got to the day (last week) the only word running through my head was SHIT. When I got to the Guildhall and had to phone the tour manager to inform him I was there and ready I kind of just wanted to run away and forget it all. It seemed I had been a bit keen, I had phoned a little bit early and I was told they’d phone me when they were ready. Then I got the text – ‘Waiting at stage left door’. This was it. Not only was I interviewing one of my favourite bands, I was writing a piece to go in a physical magazine, would I have the content to finish it in time? Would it be interesting? Would I stumble on my words? God knows.
As I went backstage I was told I had to wait a little longer but I could go back and watch the support band if I wanted. Scared of being forgotten I regrettably denied myself the privilege of watching a band playing from the side of the stage. Instead I stood outside the room after catching a glimpse of Ross McNae and Barry McKenna. My heart was thumping, I couldn’t bloody go in there and be like HELLO ANSWER MY MEASLY QUESTIONS. THANK YOU.
The waiting time was excruciating, fifteen minutes had never gone so slow. Then the door opened and I was invited in, finally.
By the time I got in there I was greeted by Ross McNae and Craig Kneale, both introduced themselves to me as if I had no idea who they were. Ross and Craig were so lovely and the whole thing was so laid back and genuinely felt like friends in conversation. I was so at ease and I really owe it to them for being just generally nice guys. AND they had interesting things to say, even better. There may have even been a quote that I could cite for my dissertation, perfect.
Interview wrapped up I let my fangirl whisper out a little bit, asking for a photo and a signing of my ticket. I almost nabbed a photo with the whole band as Ross suggested getting Sam and Barry in, unfortunately they were on the side of stage as the first support band closed their set. While a full band photo would have been fantastic, my little time with Ross and Craig was so nice that I was barely bothered at all. A big thanks to those two for putting up with my rambling, long winded questions and generally annoying voice (listening to the transcript was dreadful, made worse by every chuckle that came out of my mouth). I can’t wait for the interview to be in the magazine, going to have to get my hands on a few copies!