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Excellent set from Trailer Trash Tracy’s at Rough Trade last night. Moved on
to Shacklewell Arms for Evans the Death, and then on to Aces and Eights to
see Bleech acoustic. Really good. Talked too long, and was lucky indeed to
get the last R68 piloted by Sam – my chauffeur, as I was the only passenger. I
spouted forth on the lack of toilet facilities on my various routes!
Last night I missed the train, but eventually got to the Garage Upstairs for the
very enjoyable Gemma Ray, and also the oddly named Brian Olive. Think he
should choose a band name. Left about 22.50 and ‘shopped’. Got a bag full
of tuna and chicken sandwiches (for my mum. Fran and I are veggies, if you
didn’t know), and tidied up the pavement where some idiot had dropped food.
Decided to go home by as many buses as possible. So, got a 4, 55, 73, 10,
190 and the good old R68, piloted by George who thinks I’m crazy. Home
On the train I asked a guy to take his feet off the seat. He did so, and went
to give me 50 pence! Still, it’s a start to the gig fund! Went courtesy of
Jude McArdle of Club Fandango to Bull and Gate for Bleech’s tour warm-
up gig. Red hot set, I enjoyed chatting to the band and supplied one jacket
to Katherine, as I like to do for my friends.Very nice to see Maria Jeanette
Time ran away as Neil Anderson knows, and I realised I needed to get to the
old Blue Last to see Charleston. They were pretty good but I never really like
to see laptops on stage.
Left at 23.00 and shopped. 24 bottles of pressed apple juice. Met another
freegan and swapped some bottles for bread rolls.
Tonight: The Wheelbarrow to see The Cellophane Flowers. Really good set
featuring the elegant Francesca Corradini, and the inelegant Luca Napolitano
and Nick Guy! Then to Leicester Sq. for my final gig, Grace Solero busking!
Seen her 3 times in stations, gotta see her at a venue sometime! X
Went last night to worship at the feet of Anaïs Mitchell, in the quirky
surroundings of Westminster Reference Library, courtesy of Will Rees
for whom I still have to find a jacket. Anaïs as wonderful as ever. Top
American singer in my book and I’ve heard a few. Fitted her with a Royal
Tank Regiment jacket. Left at 22.45 with poster, set list, and CD! Fanatical
obsessive? Not a bit of it.
Last night I went to hear my friends doing the Kilcawley brand of country folk
at The Gladstone. Third time this week with uncouth idiots at quieter gigs. It
was like a rugby crowd had stopped off – no interest in music, just pouring
beer down their throats. That and sitting downwind of the toilet was a bit off-
putting, but Damon and Rabouhi rose above it.
Yesterday went to Union Chapel to see Anja McCloskey, My Glass World,
and Sunday Driver. Liked first and last most.
Home to wash, feed cats, eat, then out again to Roundhouse Studios for
Skinny Girl Diet, Drop out Venus, Chapter 24 and History of Apple Pie. All
bands excellent. Realised half way through Drop Out Venus that I knew them
but as Rough Kittens. Top notch!
Home 00.55. A hard afternoon’s daynight.
Just got in yesterday to see Ladyhawke. I must hone my entry skills, climbing
fences is not a good idea at my advanced age. Went on after to The Social,
where instead of me spotting the stars, they were spotting me! Viv Albertine,
Lianne La Havas and Anna Waldmann, whom I always like to see. Enjoyed
The Cry Baby’s set.
Met old friends and new ones, all courtesy of Symptomatic Presents and
Simon Haithwaite to whom thanks be given. Gave up the idea of getting to
The Old Blue Last .It’s nice to socialise at The Social.
Enjoyed Savages at the Queen of Hoxton. So good, all of them: Fay Milton,
Ayse, Gemma Thompson the guitar wizard, and the ever stylish Jehnny Beth.
Underground Railroad were delayed, and thus made to rush, and possibly
lose fans who had to get home. Anyway, I bitter-ended it, and eventually
got home by 02.10. I have been in this situation many times, standing there
listening and calculating/pondering possible routes home. It spoils the
enjoyment somewhat, but my advice is: if the band are playing well and you
know and like them, then STAY. Sleep when you’re dead.
Last night The Gig Slut went out, after delivering sandwiches, to The Windmill
for Teta Mona, whom I love to see. Made it to the Victoria, Dalston to see Arthur Beatrice. Not blown away but liked the last 2 songs. I’m glad Brer Ruthven and Joana Peccatus enjoyed it or I’d have felt bad!
Left at 23.15 with Brother Gomez, sprinted for a 243 and shopped.
Got a big bag of sandwiches and had 7 takers on the train, very unusual,
except one person who looked at his watch and said the sandwiches were out
of date – by 10 minutes!! I nearly stuffed his face with them. What an idiot!
Adventures by The Gig Slut (Roger Mairlot)
Edited by Robert Neumark-Jones
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