Got our new car today and gave Plague our old one. He spent the morning taking photos of his current one, and was tearful at the thought of parting with it. Ironic given the curses he’s levelled at it when it stalls or won’t start, and the money we’ve all spent over the last few years trying to find out why.
In the evening, set out in the new car to the Forest Cafe. Turning on the lights the whole dashboard lit up in a strange combination of red, blue and a kind of rose.
The Forest gig was a good one. Andy Thomson hung stock still over the mic and produced cascading words over repetitive picking patterns that were almost South African. Lindsay Sugden’s trio did justice to her strange chord sequences and and wistful singing (At last, a review of Lindsay without the word ‘ethereal’!!!). Danny Mullins did some more uptempo stuff with a great voice and lyrics that I wished I’d been able to hear better from my far off corner. Danny and I had a rehearsal many years ago, but I think all we did was sing Mean Mr Mustard over and over. Finally Ewan Michael Riley, who’d organised the event, took to the stage with a djembe player to support his percussive guitar work. The Forest audience seemed to chat through everything but still applaud appreciatively. I enjoyed the opportunity to spend some time with Nelson and Jim of the Flowers, two of the most balanced and pleasant guys in the entire music scene.