the name TVPs came up last night when I was out at the local 506 watching the pains of being pure at heart. I had moments where I thought about other important original indie bands such as the pale saints (pre-the girl frontman, of course) and the sea urchins. so it’s funny to see this article about dan treacy in today’s guardian written by alan mcgee. I have nothing but love for the TVPs — never forget the first time I saw em about a decade after alan did — at the silly old hippie-fied wetlands during some sad music con or other. I met daniel t shortly after that at maxwells with jowe head and barbara manning. a decade or so later, chickfactor was proud to host the TVPs playing their first show in 8 years — at bush hall in london as part of our lovely gala papillons festival in ’04. I was a little disheartened when they disrespected bridget st. john and kind of imposed their posse on the whole event, but in truth it wasn’t daniel treacy who literally pissed in all the bottles and the tea kettle and spray-painted ‘TVPs were here’ or some shit all over the backstage of the beautiful bush hall venue. how very “punk” — please. it was some other idiot member in their vast entourage (not victoria or ed ball). I wonder what that dork was rebelling against — the fact that we rented and procured all the instruments they required (including drums, which no one else needed) and offered them a guarantee? the fact that we gave them and all their friends free passes for the whole weekend and bought them drinks (trust me, there isn’t enough alcohol in the world to satiate that lot)?