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satyricaBack on the Tuesday last week, I had finally got it together to go and see Book of Mormon with Ketch: there were some (entirely deliberate) questionable depictions of Africa but it was undeniably fun, not actually super-outrageous other than that but, most importantly for a successful musical, full of great songs. N came over for dinner on Wednesday and then, after nearly a whole three weeks without one, I launched into my crazy Autumn gig-schedule.
On the Thursday night I headed up to the surprisingly convenient Horn in St Albans and first watched Lemon Venom who I presumed to be local youngsters, they played old fashioned rock and seemed to be awkwardly growing into their stage personas in a very endearing way; next up came TV Coma who were a bit older (maybe even in their 30s!) and had lots of humour in their songs. I was there for Allusinlove (formerly Allusondrugs) who I'd not caught for a while; they don't have particular songs that stay with me as much as some of my other bands but their performances continue to excite.
I went for work drinks on Friday: one caseworker had just joined and another was leaving us (for the second time): a really good crowd came out, we've taken on a lot of new staff recently and they all seem very sociable; N joined us briefly but I ended up staying pretty late. Having not really eaten much, I woke up feeling pretty sorry for myself and pottered around before heading down to Forest Hill around lunchtime to meet N: we were checking out a 'Nature Reserve' down there, which was pretty small but from there we had a nice wander up through Dulwich Park, then headed to the Kings Cross development to check out a little cider festival in the marker there, although I wasn't quite ready for more cider . . .
Lovely Joe was down again for work and when he came round in the evening we headed over to a gig at the Shacklewell Arms together: I wanted to see the first band, Human Pet, who I'd put on my list to check out again some time ago and couldn't remember much about, but luckily they turned out to be the highlight of the night: chunky bass with two members sharing singing duties. We stuck around for the other bands: Mutes, who interspersed niddly bits with more usual passages of guitar songs and whose Popstarz-haircutted singer had an Interpol sound to him, then female-fronted headliners After London, who only really grabbed me in the encore.
On the Thursday night I headed up to the surprisingly convenient Horn in St Albans and first watched Lemon Venom who I presumed to be local youngsters, they played old fashioned rock and seemed to be awkwardly growing into their stage personas in a very endearing way; next up came TV Coma who were a bit older (maybe even in their 30s!) and had lots of humour in their songs. I was there for Allusinlove (formerly Allusondrugs) who I'd not caught for a while; they don't have particular songs that stay with me as much as some of my other bands but their performances continue to excite.
I went for work drinks on Friday: one caseworker had just joined and another was leaving us (for the second time): a really good crowd came out, we've taken on a lot of new staff recently and they all seem very sociable; N joined us briefly but I ended up staying pretty late. Having not really eaten much, I woke up feeling pretty sorry for myself and pottered around before heading down to Forest Hill around lunchtime to meet N: we were checking out a 'Nature Reserve' down there, which was pretty small but from there we had a nice wander up through Dulwich Park, then headed to the Kings Cross development to check out a little cider festival in the marker there, although I wasn't quite ready for more cider . . .
Lovely Joe was down again for work and when he came round in the evening we headed over to a gig at the Shacklewell Arms together: I wanted to see the first band, Human Pet, who I'd put on my list to check out again some time ago and couldn't remember much about, but luckily they turned out to be the highlight of the night: chunky bass with two members sharing singing duties. We stuck around for the other bands: Mutes, who interspersed niddly bits with more usual passages of guitar songs and whose Popstarz-haircutted singer had an Interpol sound to him, then female-fronted headliners After London, who only really grabbed me in the encore.
