Oh no, scary new music that’s not 50/70 year old blokes still playing their ’90s/’70s hits !
Don’t worry, there’ll be another pub post along in a minute.
I finished an epic Wednesday in London, NOT in the Parcel Yard but just behind it at Lafayette, a new basement venue tucked into the flashy new quarter behind King’s Cross.
Nice view over the canal.
And an interesting wait in the queue for Matilda Mann‘s sell-out gig with the usual mix of 19 year old female students, a few boyfriends dragged along, and the obligatory Old Bloke who looks out of place. Oh, that’s me.
Like this one, the best love song about the apocalypse since, er, “Dancing With Tears In Our Eyes“.
and this one from the gig, about rubbish blokes. I hid at the back while 300 teenage girls nodded sagely.
And this was her first headline gig. Such confidence, such swagger, such a voice. More gigs next year all over the world, I guess,.
I caught the late train back to Sheffield, after a last can of rhubarb fizz in the Barrel Vault. Not as good as ESB.
Look what I could have had !
Such discipline, I tell you. It wouldn’t last.