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The Beehive Project fell together through dead end streets and late night beats. Preferring to spend their time soaking up the bright lights of the city then honing their craft they soon fell to the gutter, and their the dream stayed for a while.
Forged through the hopes of free drinks, late nights and easy birds The Beehive Project were always gonna be the greatest bunch of chances around, but if theres a chance theres always gonna be some hope!
At the Leeds festival 04, Banjo (vocals), ran in to a loved up Domic Masters of indie upstarts The Others. After aiding him in one of his guerilla gigs the boys ended back at Banjos tent for a smoke and a jam. As the time passes and the crowd masses, the guitar was passed to Banjo to play a few of his own songs. After two tunes Dom offered Banjo a gig at the Cardiff Barfly at the end of the week. All well and good, until you remember that the Beehive Project was a blag! No songs, no members, one week CRUNCH TIME!
Banjo had always jammed about with local funeral director Edryd Davies. He was the obvious choice for a member, and anyway he had a practice space!
Legs and Banjo had been planning their own personal all out assault on the face of rock and roll for years previous, but well keep the plans secret for now. He was also infamous for his guitar playing. Once attending a jam night in a pub he was challenged to a guitar duel to which he promptly replied fuck off you cunt, but joined anyway. After ten minutes of Legs rolling around tables and chucking our riffs with a guitar slung around the back of his neck he was asked to leave and left a legend in his own time! Legs had jammed around with other bands for years, so the Beehive thing seemed a easy casual thing to do, ha ha fuck that man!
Petrie signifies eveything the Beehive stands for, blagging, chancing and hoping. He began his Beehive flight as a tamberine player who aimed to shave all his hair off at the end of the Cardiff show, naturally he was in.
Cuddly Dudley was the orginal bass player, and to be fair he did play at the Cardiff show, but his disregard for the rock and roll life and the constant phone calls from his mother just meant he had to goPetrie was in.
Petrie did earn his stripes at the show though, smashing tamberines into his own head, and others, falling off stages and getting the drinks in half way through the show.
The Cardiff gig was triumph. Nine songs, two smashed guitars, one fucked drum kit and a whole lot of love. The band were taken from the stage by a army of new fans and promptly marched to the bar. The boys prompty went on to drink and dance the night away, cultimating with Banjo storming the stage at the end of the show climbing the lighting rigg and smashing his feet through every bulb as he hung from his legs egging on the Cradiff crowd.
New admirers abound (remember the t-shirt seller boys!) the lads were asked back for the next leg on the tour, Wrexhams Central Station.
The North Wales boys were back in their old stomping crowd and ripped it up to a full house of friends, fans and curious on lookers. Taking to the stage late due to the disappearance of Legs, the Beehive boys left as local heroes.
After the show the blag became all to real, gig after gig resulted in fuck up after fuck up. Drugs, booze and birds all had an effect. The shows became folk lore with music fans in the area. Stories of members falling through stages, attacking members of the audience and the infamous drug fuelled bender where guitars were launched at amps, Banjo stormed off the stage and Petrie warming up for the gig in the back of the van (three hours after the gig had ended, he then spent the rest of the nite stumbling round asking passers by did we win no I dont know either).
The boys retreated to lick their wounds, and repair their pride. The farm was the place where they recon structured their whole sound. A sonic overhaul. The whole thing became a whole lot more it was real. The Zanzibar of Liverpool was the come back show for the Beehive boys. They blitzed the night with a barage of good old British rock and roll. Injected with a new found sense of passion the recorded their debut ep. Were Not the Best Band in the World, just your Favourite was recorded at Autumn Road studio in Wrexham. The whole record was nailed in one take, and wrapped in a space of three hours, with an hour for dinner mind! The CD soon fell into the sweaty palms of Radio Wales new music junkie Adam Walton. He gave Fuzzy Smoke its first radio play. Due to the intense feedback the lads were offered a session mere minutes after the show ended. So that leaves us where we stand now. The last chancers are doing their upmost to create a worth of that last chance. After all, we play to live, and we live to play!
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Alright mate hows it goin? Just poped onto myspace for the 1st time in months n thought id leave ya a little msg say hi! Any way keep in touch better! Love Love Love Jen x x x
Im not at MBNA anymore thank god, im working in neston for a small marketing company, better hours and better money, its great. When is you next local gig?
Hiya! This is basically a comment going out to all our friends on myspace. Just to let you know, the Rigbys are playing their last gig on Thursday(4th October) in Wrexham Central Station supporting we start fires. Tickets are 6 quid or 7 quid on the door. Let us know if you want one And We'll sort something out. Or you can buy them from Yales Cafe(below central). Doors at 8.
Just like to say thanks to every one who's shown an interest in the rigbys. It's possibly been the greatest 9 months musically of my life. I've personally really enjoyed every second on practise, songwriting and gigging but other members want other things. Maybe you'll see us somewhere down the line with other bands. But for now, We're over!
