![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
satyricaOn the Tuesday after the Bank Holiday I was due to head down to the Windmill to meet up with my gig-buddy Joey to see a few bands but I had to stick around at work pretty late while something was being dealt with, so missed the first couple (including Mice on Mars who I was looking forward to seeing again): the line-up were all South London-scene bands I'd seen once before each. I did make it for Peeping Drexels who were mostly pretty punky but with keyboard interludes and Yowl, who I didn't really remember from the last time I'd seen them. N came over on Wednesday, then I was back at a gig the Thursday night at the Old Blue Last: first up were PhixJaw, metal from Bristol, then Bellevue Days, who mixed chunky riffs and soulful lyrics; I was there for Kid Kapichi, who continue to excite me.
I went up to N's on Friday night and we wandered out to the Bluecoats, another Tottenham pub that he's been enjoying recently, where a young DJ played a surprising number of late 80s classics as we did a crossword. I headed out in the morning and read in the Dalston Curve Garden before wandering down to Brick Lane for lunch with T; we headed on to a matinee of H.M.S. Pinafore at Wilton's Music Hall, which it was lovely to finally have an excuse to visit. I think it was the first time I'd seen it since the formative production the school put on when I was about 9 and they deftly managed it with a cast of just 8, although the traditional style made it feel quite creaky at times. I went home for a bit then headed back to Stamford Hill and met back up with N for a party at my old FNB friend M's house: I tried really hard to make sure we didn't turn up ages before everyone else yet again but we did anyway, although actually that just meant we got to hang out and catch up with M properly, which was lovely. I stuck around until it got close to last-train time, then headed home.
On Sunday, I went down to Ketch's so she could initiate me into the secrets of how to feed her cat while she was away, then headed back over to the Windmill in Brixton to meet up with Joey again for George Day. Before I started following them, the band had a member called George who died, so every year on his birthday they put on a day of music to celebrate him. There were bands playing inside and then an acoustic stage out in the garden, which we pretty much alternated between, as well as a massive barbeque. We saw an older guy, who seemed to be running the acoustic stage, play first: he had a country sound and seemed to sing exclusively about whiskey. The Devil & Joe Joseph were the first bank on inside and had a creepy 70s lounge act vibe going on; after an acoustic guy in shades, we saw Misty Miller, who I'd seen play solo before but this time had a band playing with her and impressed. We continued with Jay Parker, who had several songs about George as well as a Tom Waits cover, Pit Ponies and Sleep Eaters, who had a dark country feel to them. Muck Spreader involved two members of the 'Phobes, a fiddle-player I recognised from Starlight Magic Hour and the usual South London Scene chaos. The outside stage closed and I also realised I had seen XI before, a much more electronic band than the rest with quite an autotuney vocal sound, Dan Lyons had previously played for both Fat White Family and the 'Phobes but time was getting tight and I only saw him play one song, then Phobophobes themselves played. The day had a lovely community feel to it and spending a Sunday afternoon having some drinks with a friend, as much as the music, was really nice.
I went up to N's on Friday night and we wandered out to the Bluecoats, another Tottenham pub that he's been enjoying recently, where a young DJ played a surprising number of late 80s classics as we did a crossword. I headed out in the morning and read in the Dalston Curve Garden before wandering down to Brick Lane for lunch with T; we headed on to a matinee of H.M.S. Pinafore at Wilton's Music Hall, which it was lovely to finally have an excuse to visit. I think it was the first time I'd seen it since the formative production the school put on when I was about 9 and they deftly managed it with a cast of just 8, although the traditional style made it feel quite creaky at times. I went home for a bit then headed back to Stamford Hill and met back up with N for a party at my old FNB friend M's house: I tried really hard to make sure we didn't turn up ages before everyone else yet again but we did anyway, although actually that just meant we got to hang out and catch up with M properly, which was lovely. I stuck around until it got close to last-train time, then headed home.
On Sunday, I went down to Ketch's so she could initiate me into the secrets of how to feed her cat while she was away, then headed back over to the Windmill in Brixton to meet up with Joey again for George Day. Before I started following them, the band had a member called George who died, so every year on his birthday they put on a day of music to celebrate him. There were bands playing inside and then an acoustic stage out in the garden, which we pretty much alternated between, as well as a massive barbeque. We saw an older guy, who seemed to be running the acoustic stage, play first: he had a country sound and seemed to sing exclusively about whiskey. The Devil & Joe Joseph were the first bank on inside and had a creepy 70s lounge act vibe going on; after an acoustic guy in shades, we saw Misty Miller, who I'd seen play solo before but this time had a band playing with her and impressed. We continued with Jay Parker, who had several songs about George as well as a Tom Waits cover, Pit Ponies and Sleep Eaters, who had a dark country feel to them. Muck Spreader involved two members of the 'Phobes, a fiddle-player I recognised from Starlight Magic Hour and the usual South London Scene chaos. The outside stage closed and I also realised I had seen XI before, a much more electronic band than the rest with quite an autotuney vocal sound, Dan Lyons had previously played for both Fat White Family and the 'Phobes but time was getting tight and I only saw him play one song, then Phobophobes themselves played. The day had a lovely community feel to it and spending a Sunday afternoon having some drinks with a friend, as much as the music, was really nice.
