I was there when he slid slowly off his stool and became a recumbent thing on the stage-floor, two songs into the gig. Did not take photographs of the scene because there are limits to my douchebaggery.
He was clearly not having an easy time of it, pausing during the first song / recitation for recourse to an atomiser, and nodding forward so that one cheek was resting against the microphone. Other members of the Deviants were exchanging concerned glances among themselves and leaning over to check with Mick whether he wanted to continue, but evidently he did.
My mate and I retreated around the corner to the Royal George for a pint and a black-pudding-burger while the excitement died down. Turns out that the Royal George backs onto the Borderline's goods-delivery entrance, from which we could see Mr Farren emerging on a stretcher, receiving oxygen. I consulted a nearby Deviant, who reckoned that Mick was breathing a little better at that point.
There were two remaining bands due to play that evening but under the circumstances they decided against it.
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With his boots on.
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Dying onstage pretty much ensures that he's in Rock-and-Roll Valhalla now.
M.B. got me hip to Mick's blog a few years back. He was a one of a kind.
I was there when he slid slowly off his stool and became a recumbent thing on the stage-floor, two songs into the gig. Did not take photographs of the scene because there are limits to my douchebaggery.
He was clearly not having an easy time of it, pausing during the first song / recitation for recourse to an atomiser, and nodding forward so that one cheek was resting against the microphone. Other members of the Deviants were exchanging concerned glances among themselves and leaning over to check with Mick whether he wanted to continue, but evidently he did.
My mate and I retreated around the corner to the Royal George for a pint and a black-pudding-burger while the excitement died down. Turns out that the Royal George backs onto the Borderline's goods-delivery entrance, from which we could see Mr Farren emerging on a stretcher, receiving oxygen. I consulted a nearby Deviant, who reckoned that Mick was breathing a little better at that point.
There were two remaining bands due to play that evening but under the circumstances they decided against it.
Hah, knowing Smut was over there I was wondering if he'd catch any gigs ...
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