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Have you ever felt lonely …

… like your hollow heart is hanging in the wind. Your black lungs can’t breathe. 

I share my second in command’s distress that Augustines are calling it a day. And I should stress that she’s extremely distressed. 

Come on lads, don’t leave it there, you’ve a massive following. You’re milimetres away from making it. You’re lovely people who understand engagement. 

You bother to talk to people; Rob in Newcastle years ago at the Riverside, then Mr McCarthy on his solo tour – you hugged my second in command (at the Cluny) who’d walked 17 miles on crutches, with a broken leg, to see you. 

And, now, we’ve seen you play in Sheffield a couple of days ago. Then, last night at home in Newcastle. We were at the front, we drank little beer because we didn’t want to leave to pee. 

And, remember Louis Theroux? He’s in a band, plays guitar. That’s not his real name, of course, but he loves you. I’m sure his band, who are pretty damn good, would tour for free. 

Anyway, please don’t call it a day. Move to the UK, it’s the best place to get a solid fan base (you’re half way there). Just think, you’ve nothing to lose but your head(s).


Newcastle

Our second Augustines gig of the month was astounding. I didn’t think they could do better than Sheffield the other night. But they did. 

So looking forward to Glasgow.

Sheffield

Really loved Augustines in Sheffield last night. It’s such a shame that this will be their last tour (although there was a hint that might not actually be the case). 

As always, a great performance. 

Sausage roll thumb

Don’t look at me, I don’t like it. The Lovely Eggs were pretty fantastic this evening. 

My youngest child had sent a screenshot a couple of days ago; someone had made some felt egg models. 

It was lovely to see the end result. 

Unfortunately, as predicted, my second in command didn’t connect with the music and, sadly, didn’t appreciate my new discovery. 

Anyway, albums were recently purchased and shall be appreciated by one person in our dwelling. 

Eggs II

I must say, I’m really looking forward to seeing the Lovely Eggs tomorrow night. 

My second in command, however, may be somewhat apprehensive. 

Something for the weekend

This evening surprised me. Surprised me in that my second in command loved the Divine Comedy. Mr Hannon performed a favourite of Miss Isaac’s, Something for the weekend (not only because she built her very own woodshed). 

I was surprised that they didn’t play Gin Soaked Boy, but was pretty chuffed to hear an unexpected Songs of Love. There was even a subtle-ish reference to My Lovely Horse, although this didn’t materialise. 

Despite the costume, Napoleon Complex surprisingly didn’t feature, but the Alfie cover did lead to their own song of tbe same title.  And National Express? They sang that one too. 

Father Neil Hannon, you were great tonight. 

Curried eels

I just came across this on the Eels website. 

I did know about the vinyl release of old eels albums, but I’d believed to have sold out. I was (first) happy to see that they’re on sale again, but (secondly) less so, because I don’t have a turntable. I’d buy one, but then I’d have to find somewhere to put it. So, maybe not. 

However, a short while ago, I enjoyed a very nice thali. 

Joe Gideon

Joe Gideon is/are playing in the Cluny on the 27th. Which is a problem, since we’ll be in Glasgow to see Augustines. It seems that I have an historic Joe Gideon timing issue. Conversation about such things with Karl last night led to the discovery that he and I had once unknowingly stood within feet of each other, watching Joe Gideon and the Shark. At Glastonbury in 2009.

Of course, Glastonbury is a huge festival, with large, busy stages. However, this was under cover, at a small stage. And Karl and I were both standing at the barrier, where it wasn’t remotely busy. 

My excuse for not noticing my friend’s presence is that I’d rushed from the Pyramid stage, missing the early part of the set. Although, I do recognise that I’m not the most observant of people. 

Battle

I recieved a random text from Karl today, saying that he and Steve would be playing in the Tuns this evening. Apparently, it was a battle of the bands thing. 

Karl was a bit bewhildered, since they shouldn’t do that sort of thing at their age. So, they were two middle aged men against (young)  punk and death metal bands. 

They came across pretty well, original music played well. And they won, much to their surprise. Winning the final (next Stage) may not be within their reach, but at an average age of 48.5 they’re doing damn well. 

Eggs

Bands I’m going to see in the next few weeks:

The Divine Comedy

The Lovely Eggs

Augustines (x 3)

The Fratellis